My Move Ma Hongjun's smile vanished abruptly. He never expected Dai Mubai to pull such a stunt.
His fiancée was being compared to Tang San, why would she kiss him?
Of course, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing; Ma Hongjun wasn't the type to object.
But Dai Mubai, his fiancée, wasn't following the script! He was making her kiss him—what kind of logic was that? This guy was truly a jerk!
I just wanted to chime in, and he had her shut me up.
Everyone else stared at Dai Mubai in astonishment. What was going on?
Even Tang San looked over, puzzled, at Dai Mubai. This guy wasn't a true brother.
Meng Yiran glared angrily at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, her face flushing crimson, her breathing becoming labored, and her breasts heaving.
But what surprised everyone even more was that Dragon Duke Meng Shu actually agreed on Meng Yiran's behalf.
"Alright, let's decide then. Young people always need some passion."
As he spoke, a smile appeared on Dragon Duke Meng Shu's face.
Flander and his group of five smiled as well. They were all seasoned veterans; how could they not see through the Dragon and Snake couple's intentions?
Ma Hongjun was handsome, a genius boy, and possessed strength far exceeding his peers. In every aspect, he was simply outstanding.
They needed to plan ahead; their daughter, Meng Yiran, was also nearing the age to find a partner, and Ma Hongjun was exactly what they wanted.
Putting everything else aside, with that talent alone, which power wouldn't want to recruit him as a son-in-law?
Meng Yiran was somewhat surprised by her grandfather's decision, but she didn't object, because she had absolute confidence in the fighting style she was about to propose.
The arena was cleared, and Tang San and Meng Yiran stood in the middle; the match was about to begin.
"Go, Xiao San!"
Ma Hongjun shouted loudly.
Everyone: "..."
Meng Yiran glared fiercely at Ma Hongjun, then raised her right hand. A white jade ring on her fair wrist shimmered faintly. With a flash of light, a long cloth pouch appeared in her hand. Clearly, her bracelet was also a soul tool.
The cloth bag was about two feet long and half a foot wide. Meng Yiran split the cloth in two, and when she turned it around, everyone could clearly see many short blades of the same size and style hanging on it. The short blades had
no handguards and looked like throwing knives. However, the throwing knives in Meng Yiran's hands were rather simple, with nothing special except for two blood grooves. The handles were about three inches long and the blades were five inches long. The material was quite good, shimmering with a faint light.
"I have thirty-six Soul-Breaking Blades here. You and I will each have eighteen. In a moment, I will have Grandpa shake a large tree twenty meters away, and leaves will fall. You and I will throw our Soul-Breaking Blades at the same time.
The one who hits the most leaves wins. But no matter how many leaves they hit, the Soul-Breaking Blades must remain on the tree trunk. Soul-Breaking Blades that do not hit the tree trunk will not be counted in the final score."
Meng Yiran confidently finished explaining her method of competition, only to find that the Shrek Academy students once again showed the same expression she had when she chose Ma Hongjun as her challenger last time.
The Shrek Academy members were stunned and speechless, only able to silently pray that she wouldn't cry later. Meeting this girl from Shrek Academy was truly unlucky.
Four of the five old men wore relaxed smiles, while Zhao Wuji stared at Meng Yiran with a look of pity, dumbfounded. He had personally experienced Tang San's hidden weapons.
Ma Hongjun couldn't help but laugh twice, immediately attracting the attention of the others. Dai Mubai and the others looked at Ma Hongjun somewhat embarrassedly and then moved away from him.
This guy is too shameless!
Ning Rongrong stomped her foot, then ran to Ma Hongjun's side and punched his chest with her little fist.
"Stop laughing!"
Tang San's originally heavy mood was eased by Meng Yiran's challenge, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
Shaking his head, Tang San never expected that there would be people in this world who knew how to use hidden weapons. He felt a slight sense of camaraderie.
Tang San was serious about what he was best at and where true friends were hard to find.
"Miss Meng, I can only say you have excellent taste," Tang San said, taking the Soul-Breaking Blade from the cloth bag in Meng Yiran's hand.
Meng Yiran was somewhat puzzled, but still didn't believe him, and urged Long Gong to prepare to make his move.
The hilts of the Soul-Breaking Blades in Meng Yiran's cloth bag were wrapped with red ribbons, while Tang San's were wrapped with blue ribbons. No fear of confusion.
Long Gong and Snake Granny were puzzled; what they couldn't understand was why these people from Shrek Academy seemed so confident of victory.
Meng Yiran had loved all kinds of weapons since childhood, especially short weapons. These thirty-six Soul-Breaking Blades were specially crafted for her by Long Gong Meng Shu after careful consideration. Meng Yiran loved these throwing knives and practiced them frequently.
Within thirty meters, she could achieve a 100% hit rate. Of course, she could only throw a maximum of eighteen knives simultaneously in a short period. The competition requirements she set were precisely her limit.
His granddaughter had practiced throwing knives for so many years; where did these people get their confidence?
Meng Yiran nodded to her grandfather and said, "Grandpa, let's begin."
The Dragon Lord made his move. He didn't move, but casually tossed his long dragon-headed cane.
A resounding dragon's roar echoed from the cane's tip, and the silver cane, like a living silver dragon, hurtled towards a large tree twenty meters away.
With a muffled thud, Long Gong's power was perfectly utilized, fully leveraging the force of the shockwave. Without damaging the tree itself, the leaves rained down.
Meng Yiran let out a delicate shout, simultaneously throwing both hands, streaks of cold light flashing from the cloth bag. Her movements were swift, throwing all eighteen Soul-Breaking Blades in one go.
While Meng Yiran focused intently on throwing her knives, Long Gong's gaze fell on Tang San after he released his dragon-headed cane. His dragon-headed cane possessed a weapon spirit, allowing him to retrieve it with soul power without conscious control. He wanted to see what abilities this young man named Tang San possessed that gave them such confidence. Under
Long Gong's watchful gaze, Tang San made a move that greatly puzzled the Dragon-Snake Couple. He had already turned around when he released the dragon-headed cane.
But not towards the target tree; instead, he turned his back to it. At the same moment Meng Yiran made her move, Tang San's hand holding the cloth bag also moved. The entire cloth bag instantly unfolded in his right hand, and then it trembled rapidly.
Eighteen streaks of cold light left their original positions almost simultaneously.
Meng Yiran's Soul-Shattering Blade was naturally launched from the front, but Long Gong could clearly see that Tang San's Soul-Shattering Blades all followed an arc.
To throw a flying knife in an arc already required considerable skill. Tang San didn't even use his hands to control it directly; he simply flung it from his cloth bag, yet all the Soul-Shattering Blades produced this effect.
Even Long Gong, a Soul Douluo, was astonished and carefully observed the destination of Tang San's Soul-Shattering Blades. A
series of sharp sounds rang out, the sounds of blades piercing tree trunks echoing rapidly. The leaves in the air gradually scattered; the competition was over.
Meng Yiran turned to look at Tang San, just in time to see him turn around, and said with some surprise and anger, "You didn't make a move?"
Tang San shook the empty cloth bag in his hand and smiled,
"I already made my move."
(End of Chapter)