Chapter 141 The Fierce God Team Chapter 141 The Ferocious God Team.
Silves City, the Grand Arena.
As the capital of the Silves Kingdom, the Grand Arena here appears even more magnificent than the Soto Arena, at least a level higher in luxury.
In the central main arena, a male and a female Soul Master are engaged in a fierce battle.
No, it's less of a battle and more of a one-sided torture.
In a VIP box beside the arena, Osro watched the crazed Dugu Yan on the stage and couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Sister Yan Yan, is she alright?" Osro asked tremulously.
The room was silent; everyone stared blankly at the arena. At this moment, they felt so unfamiliar with Dugu Yan, as if they were meeting for the first time.
Qin Ming stood by the window, arms crossed, frowning slightly.
In his memory, although Dugu Yan wasn't exactly a model student, she had never acted so recklessly.
"No wonder she's the granddaughter of Poison Douluo; her personality is truly unpredictable," Qin Ming thought to himself, shaking his head.
On the field, Dugu Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and her breathing was rapid. Her hair, swirling with soul power, was disheveled and hung loosely behind her, making her look like a raging tiger.
Her opponent was a burly man, whose height had increased to over two meters after being possessed by the Giant Bear Martial Soul. However, at this moment, the man was curled up on the ground, barely able to raise his hands to protect his head.
A closer look revealed a clue. The burly man's lips were black, and his face was pale. Clearly, he had been poisoned by Dugu Yan's Jade Phosphorous Serpent Venom.
At this moment, Dugu Yan stomped her foot, leaping two or three meters into the air. Her right knee bent, and she slammed it hard into the burly man's body.
"Crack!"
A sound of breaking bones rang out.
"Ah!" Immediately following was a pig-like scream.
The burly man gritted his teeth, tightly clutching his right leg. His body trembled violently, large beads of sweat constantly sliding down his forehead, and he almost fainted.
The burly man slightly raised his head, his eyes filled with despair and fear as he stared at the demonic Dugu Yan before him, muttering, "Spare me!"
Dugu Yan seemed not to hear him, her gaze cold and indifferent. She raised her right foot again, a fierce attack aimed straight at the burly man's chest.
"Bang!"
The burly man felt a tremendous force from his chest, his body flying out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily off the stage, raising a cloud of dust. On
the Soul Arena, the host tremblingly raised his right hand, "Master of the Soul Arena, one-on-one between Soul Masters, the winner is Queen Bilin."
At this moment, two men dressed in red quickly walked from the sidelines. They came to the burly man's side and helped him up.
"Please be gentle, my leg is broken," the burly man said through gritted teeth.
The burly man turned his head to look at Dugu Yan, but after just one glance, he felt as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake, and a sense of fear rose within him.
The burly man was named Meng Li, a renowned figure in the Silves Grand Soul Arena.
However, this reputation was notorious, but rather infamous.
His team, the Ferocious God Team, was infamous throughout the arena. All team members were power-attack type Soul Masters, known for their ruthless nature and frequent acts of brutally slaughtering their opponents. They had killed at least eighty to a hundred Soul Masters.
Gradually, no one wanted to compete against the Ferocious God Team, and some even joined forces to boycott them.
If they hadn't remained in the arena, they would likely have been eliminated long ago.
Today, the arena manager suddenly approached Meng Li, saying that a Soul Master, a young girl, had specifically requested a challenge against him.
Meng Li readily agreed, already determined to ruthlessly crush her opponent before the referee could call a halt.
Unexpectedly
, in the VIP room, the Royal Fighting Team watched Dugu Yan step down from the stage, all falling silent.
This was the first time they had witnessed Dugu Yan, a Soul Master, unleash her full power.
"Is this the strength of the Forty-Nine Soul Sects?" Yu Feng said, still shaken.
Putting himself in the shoes of that burly man, Yu Feng realized he probably wouldn't last a minute.
No, Dugu Yan only needed one move to defeat him.
"Yanzi is our teammate; we should feel fortunate," Yu Tianheng said calmly.
However, his feigned composure betrayed his inner turmoil.
"Since leaving Soto City, Sister Yan seems to have been in a bad mood," Oslo said cautiously, swallowing hard.
Oslo racked his brains, trying to recall if he had offended Dugu Yan recently.
If he accidentally angered Dugu Yan in this state, Oslo felt even his duke father might not be able to protect him.
Suddenly, Oslo snapped back to reality.
Wait a minute!
From childhood to adulthood, he had always been the one being bullied!
Thinking of this, Oslo immediately relaxed. He casually leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and resumed his spoiled, pampered manner.
On the field, Dugu Yan glanced casually at Meng Li, ignoring the fierce looks in the two men's eyes, and strode away.
After leaving Soto City, Dugu Yan felt very unhappy.
Zhu Zhuqing's cultivation talent was not bad, and as a young lady of the Xingluo Zhu family, she was barely worthy of being her sister.
If it were anyone else, Dugu Yan would have slapped her across the face long ago.
What kind of status did she have to compete with Dugu Yan for a man?
But from childhood to adulthood, Dugu Yan had never suffered such humiliation.
She wanted to kill.
Therefore, after arriving at the Soul Arena, Dugu Yan found the manager and hoped to have an unlimited Soul Battle.
Of course, Dugu Yan was not a malicious person. She had already investigated and found that this Fierce God Team was universally hated.
Breaking only one of their legs was too lenient for Dugu Yan.
Dugu Yan entered the private room, and everyone's eyes turned to her.
At this moment, Oslo suddenly jumped up from the sofa, stood ramrod straight, and shouted, "Welcome back, Her Majesty the Queen!"
Dugu Yan rolled her eyes at him speechlessly, "Little Oslo, are you itching for a beating again?"
Ye Lingling walked over, took Dugu Yan's arm, and said playfully, "Sister Yan, you looked so scary just now."
Dugu Yan smiled and gently patted Ye Lingling's hand. After this battle, she felt much better.
Dugu Yan walked up to Qin Ming, lowered her head, and said, "Teacher Qin, I'm sorry, I was a bit willful this time."
Qin Ming nodded slightly, "Yanzi, everyone has unhappy times, and there's nothing wrong with releasing stress. But you should be more careful in the future, after all, we are all worried about you.
" "Thank you, Teacher Qin, and thank you all." Meanwhile
, in the rest room of the Fierce God Team,
two men sat silently on the sofa.
Meng Li lay on a stretcher; his thigh had been reattached thanks to the healing soul master's soul skill. However, the soul master was powerless to stop the snake venom in his body.
Meng Li felt dizzy and disoriented, his body alternating between being inside a volcano and falling into an ice cellar, utterly powerless.
"Boss, with this injury, he probably won't be able to get out of bed for half a month," one of the men said in a deep voice.
This man was blind in one eye, wore a black eye patch, and his voice sounded somewhat sinister.
"Hmph! It's always us, the Fierce God Team, who bully others, never the other way around. We must avenge this!" the other man said viciously.
This man was tall and muscular, with a slicked-back scalp and a hideous scar on his right cheek.
"That person's identity is extraordinary. I reckon she's under twenty years old. A Soul Master of that age is probably a genius from some powerful force," the one-eyed man mused.
"Damn it!" "Are we just going to let this go like this?" the bald man shouted, slamming his hand on the sofa.
A sinister glint flashed in the one-eyed man's eyes as he said, "With our boss injured this time, countless people are laughing at us behind our backs. Since we can't afford to mess with that woman, we'll get our revenge from someone else." "
Shrek Academy, on the playground.
Shrek's students and teachers gathered together, preparing to head to Heaven Dou City.
After more than a month of rest, everyone's spirits were at their peak.
During a meal, Ning Rongrong suddenly became interested in Tang San's hidden arrows. After much coaxing, Tang San demonstrated his hidden weapons to everyone.
Afterwards, everyone became interested in these powerful and concealed weapons.
Tang San was generous, providing each student with a set of hidden weapons, including the Zhuge Crossbow. Of course, he charged for them.
After Ning Rongrong personally used the hidden weapons, she immediately realized their value. So, just like in the original story, she prepaid Tang San a large sum of money for crafting the hidden weapons.
On the playground, Flander coughed lightly, "Our academy's relocation to Heaven Dou City is not for enjoying a life of luxury, but for accepting greater challenges."
"Therefore, this dean has decided to uphold the traditional spirit of Shrek Academy and have everyone run to Heaven Dou Academy."
"The dean is so stingy, making us run all the way to this far place." "Oscar muttered under
his breath. "Bang!" Flander strode up to Oscar and smacked him hard on the head.
"Hmph! Oscar, I've gone to great lengths for you all, and you can't even appreciate my good intentions?"
Then, Flander waved his hand, "Everyone, let's go!"
(End of Chapter)
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1.8times+Chapter 142 The Tragic Shrek Chapter 142 The Miserable Shrek
Academy After a period of intensive training, the Shrek Academy members had all made significant progress in their strength. Even running, they could cover about 400 kilometers a day.
One day, the group arrived in a large city, travel-worn.
"Flander, why the sudden change of heart?" the Candy Bean Soul Saint said mockingly, looking at the luxurious hotel before them.
Both teachers and students were puzzled by Flander's behavior. Even Yu Xiaogang, usually with a zombie-like expression, couldn't help but show a hint of doubt.
"Hahaha, two days of travel, everyone's had a tough time. I'll treat you all to a good meal today. But students aren't allowed to drink alcohol," Flander laughed loudly.
"I feel like the Dean's smile is a little malicious," Oscar whispered.
Ma Hongjun stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth and mumbled, "Who cares? Even if the sky falls, we still have to eat first."
After dinner, when Flander led the group to the Soul Arena, everyone finally understood his purpose.
Sure enough, a cunning merchant is still a cunning merchant.
Inside the Grand Arena, in the players' lounge, several members of the Fierce God Team sat on a sofa, chatting casually.
"Boss, your injury's finally healed. We brothers have been resting and recuperating these past few days, we've all practically starved," a man said loudly.
This man had a shaved head, veins bulging on his scalp. A long scar ran diagonally from the corner of his eye to his mouth, adding to his fierce appearance.
"Hmph!"
Meng Li snorted coldly, saying viciously, "Wait for news from Second Brother. I've been bedridden for half a month; if I don't get some blood on my hands, I feel like my martial spirit will rust."
*Swish!* Meng Li toyed with a fruit knife, drawing a sharp arc in the air.
Just then, a one-eyed man pushed open the door and entered.
"Boss, there's news!" the one-eyed man shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the men in the room stood up simultaneously. Their eyes were fixed on the one-eyed man, their faces filled with a thirst for battle and slaughter.
"What did they say at the Soul Arena?" Meng Li asked in a deep voice.
The one-eyed man picked up his water glass and took a big gulp, a grin spreading across his face
. "A level 30 team is challenging us, a team that's way above their level." "What! Level 30!" Meng Li slammed
his hand on the table, asking uncertainly. The one-eyed man nodded. "It's true. The Soul Arena manager told me their highest Soul Power level doesn't exceed Soul Master."
After he finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.
Then, a burst of maniacal laughter erupted.
"Hahaha!"
"Their leader's gone mad! Level 30? Challenging us?"
"Bang!" A fierce glint flashed in Meng Li's eyes as he slammed his hand on the table.
"Brothers, our Fierce God Team is renowned, but I've heard a lot of mockery while I'm recovering. Today, we'll show those cowards who the true masters of the Great Soul Arena are."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cacophony of howls filled the room.
For the Fierce God Team, killing, especially Soul Masters, was pure enjoyment.
At this moment, the one-eyed man said coldly, "This team must be from out of town. They probably want to use us as practice."
Meng Li nodded and said viciously, "No one is allowed to hold back later. Unleash your strongest soul skills and kill them without leaving a trace."
On the other side, Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and the others were watching the changes outside from a VIP room.
"Xiaogang, I heard that this Fierce God Team is not simple. They are all power-attack type soul masters. Can't their soul skills block Tang San's hidden weapons?" Flander's words still carried some worry.
"They can block them." Yu Xiaogang said with a faint smile.
"What did you say?"
Flander's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this. Even with his calm personality, he couldn't help but show a look of panic.
Yu Xiaogang said calmly, "The attack power of the Zhuge Crossbow is such that any offensive Soul Master using their third Soul Skill can basically neutralize it. If it's their fourth Soul Skill, there's even less of a problem."
"Then why are you sending them to fight in Soul Battles? Are you sending them to their deaths?" Flander's voice rose noticeably.
With a surge of anger, his Soul Power circulated on its own, and the entire room seemed to tremble.
"A reckless fool." Yu Xiaogang glanced at Flander, silently mocking him.
Sure enough, after all these years, Flander hadn't changed at all.
Sigh~
In the Golden Iron Triangle back then, he was known as the wise one, truly destined to be a laborer.
Yu Xiaogang walked to the window, hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips.
"So what if they can block it? When facing an opponent clearly weaker than themselves, would an ordinary person directly use their third or fourth Soul Skill, which consumes a lot of Soul Power?"
"Tang San told me that the key to hidden weapons is the word 'hidden.' Do you think those people know how powerful hidden weapons are? If it were you—"
Yu Xiaogang hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly, a surge of soul power erupted from Flander, shoving Yu Xiaogang aside.
"Crack!" A window shattered.
Flander immediately summoned his martial soul and rushed out the window.
Immediately afterward, Li Yusong, Lu Qibin, and even the support Soul Saint Shao Xin, all jumped out of the window.
"Cough cough."
Yu Xiaogang coughed heavily a few times, struggling to his feet, supporting his aching back.
"What's Flander up to?"
Yu Xiaogang slowly walked to the window. Now, because the window had been broken, the shouts of the audience surged forth like a tidal wave.
"Kill them!"
"Kill! The Fierce God Team, well done! Leave no one alive!"
"This!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes narrowed as he looked at the scene on the Soul Arena.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.
The next moment, Yu Xiaogang felt a tightness in his chest, his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground.
On the arena.
"Bang!" Dai Mubai was struck in the chest by an eagle claw, and like a kite with a broken string,
he was sent flying backward. That wasn't the end of it; while his body was still in the air, two sharp gusts of wind attacked him.
"Mubai!"
Tang San shouted anxiously.
As soon as he finished speaking, Dai Mubai's first Soul Skill was instantly shattered.
The two Soul Power attacks struck Dai Mubai's stomach, and "Pfft!" a spurt of scarlet blood gushed out.
"Bang!" Dai Mubai crashed heavily onto the arena.
He tried to get up with great effort, but the next moment, Dai Mubai felt a strong wave of dizziness and fainted.
Not far away, a one-eyed man's lips curled into a smile. Clearly, he was quite satisfied with his attack.
At that moment, Tang San swiftly took a few steps, dodging a fireball spewed from the mouth of a wild boar spirit master.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion erupted where Tang San had been standing. Surging spirit power rippled outwards, whipping up a raging gust of wind that spread in all directions.
This spirit master's spirit was a Flame Boar, a spirit possessing both offense and defense, and powerful fire element.
"Pfft!"
Tang San was struck in the back by this gust of wind, immediately spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Although his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps were exquisite, they were utterly ineffective against this wide-ranging, indiscriminate attack.
Tang San frantically circulated his Mysterious Heaven Technique within his body, barely suppressing his injuries.
"Whoosh!" Several strands of Blue Silver Grass spiraled upwards, binding the wild boar spirit master's legs.
The purple in his eyes reached its peak, and his hands turned completely milky white. While dodging, streaks of eerie light swirled from his hands.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
A dense series of collision sounds rang out.
Triangular, square, barbed, poisonous...
Tang San's hidden weapons rained down on the wild boar soul master.
However, upon closer inspection, it seemed that the opponent's body was covered with a layer of earth-yellow soul power, blocking all the hidden weapons.
"Damn it! If only I had Dragon Beard Needles, which are specifically designed to counter this kind of protective aura." Tang San's eyes narrowed, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face.
The original plan was for Shrek Academy's group to use the Zhuge Crossbow to defeat the entire enemy force in a single round.
Unexpectedly,
the enemy immediately activated their strongest soul skill.
Tang San hadn't anticipated that the Zhuge Crossbow, capable of piercing steel plates, couldn't break through the enemy's fourth soul skill.
Fortunately, two enemy soldiers were momentarily careless and fell.
However, the remaining four were completely overwhelming for Shrek Academy.
For the first time, Tang San felt his hidden weapons were insufficient.
At the same time, he gained a deeper understanding of Soul Master level experts. Moreover,
despite being at the same Soul Master level, the enemy's combat power was more than double that of the Notting Academy Dean.
However, the price paid for this growth was too high.
"Damn it! It's that strange weapon again. Second brother, you and third brother, go together and skin this kid alive!"
Meng Li shouted, knocking Zhu Zhuqing back with a single blow.
"Yes!"
The one-eyed man abandoned Dai Mubai, a gust of wind surging from his back as he soared into the air, charging towards Tang San.
His martial soul was the Great Eagle, a martial soul that was both ferocious and swift.
Sensing the soul power fluctuations from behind, Tang San focused his mental energy to the extreme.
"Sizzle!" A sharp attack grazed Tang San's shoulder.
Instantly, a large amount of blood gushed out. The next moment, Tang San felt that his left arm had completely lost sensation.
"Pfft pfft pfft—"
A series of dense claws piercing flesh rang out, it was Zhu Zhuqing's attack.
Taking advantage of the moment Meng Li issued the command, Zhu Zhuqing made her move.
First Soul Skill: Netherworld Thrust.
Second Soul Skill: Netherworld Hundred Claws.
Third Soul Skill: Netherworld Transformation. With her soul skills activated, her strength and attack power increased by 50% simultaneously.
All three soul rings shone brightly, plus the 30% speed boost from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Zhu Zhuqing's figure almost completely became a phantom.
Her timing was perfect, striking at the very moment when Meng Li, having defeated her, was issuing orders to others and his attention was slightly diverted.
Of course, it's also possible that Meng Li believed a Soul Master level opponent couldn't possibly break through the Giant Bear Martial Soul's defenses.
However, how could he have imagined that this girl possessed a secret weapon?
A two-thousand-year-old Terrorclaw Bear external soul bone: under absolute conditions, it ignores 50% of the opponent's defense.
"Whoosh!"
The final strike of the Netherworld Hundred Claws came down.
Zhu Zhuqing's soul power in her right hand almost solidified, slicing through the air with a sharp sound.
Her target was singular: Meng Li's head.
Agility-type Soul Masters weren't at an advantage on the arena. But without a doubt, they were always the most astute at seizing opportunities.
However, the next moment,
Zhu Zhuqing's body suddenly changed direction.
Her body instantly completed a 180-degree rotation, unleashing her strongest attack.
"Whoosh!"
A violent clash resounded as Zhu Zhuqing's claws collided with the one-eyed man's eagle claws.
"Crack!"
Several sounds of bones breaking rang out, and a sharp pain shot through his fingers, causing the one-eyed man's face to contort in agony.
He never expected this Soul Master's attack power to be so formidable, actually managing to defeat him in a direct confrontation.
He gritted his teeth, a flash of ferocity in his eyes.
"Bang!"
A surge of powerful soul energy erupted from his body, instantly forcing Zhu Zhuqing back.
There was no way around it; a difference of more than ten levels in soul energy couldn't be bridged by a few exquisite soul skills.
"Whoosh!"
A surge of frenzied soul energy struck.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes sharpened, and she unleashed another claw strike.
The next moment, a surge of powerful soul energy erupted from Meng Li's body. Zhu Zhuqing's body flew backward, taking Ning Rongrong with her, tumbling twenty or thirty meters away.
"Huff~"
Meng Li gasped for breath, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. If the one-eyed man hadn't intervened in time to ambush Zhu Zhuqing, he would have been dead today.
Meng Li's face instantly regained its fierce expression.
The Fierce God Team's original plan was to kill all their opponents in one charge.
However, two members relaxed slightly and didn't use their strongest soul skills. The next moment, they were riddled with bullets.
The remaining four felt a sense of relief and even fear. If they hadn't used their full strength, they would already be corpses.
However, it was the stimulation of this blood that drove the Fierce God Team completely mad.
They charged without hesitation, and in just one round, they scattered the Shrek Academy members.
Dai Mubai was defeated by the one-eyed soul master in one move, and his fate was unknown.
Tang San used his hidden weapons and agility to hold off the wild boar soul master.
Among the Fierce God Team, Meng Li had the strongest martial soul and the highest soul power. However, Zhu Zhuqing, with Ning Rongrong's assistance, could barely block his attacks.
Oscar was the most seriously injured, and he lay in a pool of blood.
His face was almost ashen, his eyes were closed, and his lips were bloodless. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was still alive.
However, his left arm was now completely empty.
Beside him, a bald Soul Master held the mutilated arm in his hand and took a big bite. He chewed it a few times with satisfaction, then casually tossed the arm aside.
Ma Hongjun was unharmed.
The moment the four opponents rushed over, Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai, and Tang San each faced one of them.
Ma Hongjun reacted quickly; he bit into Oscar's speed-boosting sausage, rolled to avoid the attack, and then scrambled off the stage.
However, Oscar behind him wasn't so lucky.
"Referee, we concede! We concede!"
Just as Meng Li was about to make his move, Flander rushed to the edge of the stage, shouting anxiously.
The moment Flander saw the four members of the Ferocious God Team attack, he instantly activated his Cat-Owl Martial Soul and rushed over from the window.
The VIP room was only a few hundred meters from the Soul Arena, but Flander felt that those few hundred meters were the longest distance he had ever traveled in his life.
Upon hearing this, the referee raised the megaphone and shouted, "I declare the winner of the sixth-on-six Soul Master team battle in the Fourth Soul Arena: the Fierce God Team!"
The referee had seen this kind of situation far too often.
Teams that fought against the Fierce God Team never fared well. Even against Soul Master level teams, the battles usually ended within three minutes.
Not to mention Soul Venerable teams challenging opponents of higher levels.
He just hadn't expected the Fierce God Team to lose two members this time.
Flander breathed a sigh of relief.
But looking at the two students lying on the stage, especially Oscar's empty left arm, Flander's eyes lost their light.
However, the audience was less than impressed.
Although the battle was intense, it had actually been less than a minute since the match began.
"Damn! What's this team leader doing?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. Didn't you see his seven Soul Rings? That's a Soul Saint level expert!"
"Hmph, does being a Soul Saint mean you can do whatever you want? Fuck you, give me my money back!"
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1.8times+Chapter 143 Oscar's Departure Chapter 143 Oscar's Departure
Immediately, a deluge of insults erupted.
"With this little skill, he dared to participate in the Soul Fighting Tournament? A disgrace!"
"I thought this guy had a grudge against his students and deliberately sent them to their deaths. Turns out, it's because he, as their teacher, is ignorant and a complete waste!"
The audience's vile words, like sharp arrows, pierced the air and stabbed Flander in the chest.
Flander now really wanted to rush to Yu Xiaogang, grab him by the collar, and slap him hard across the face.
"Huff!~"
Flander took a deep breath and quickly ran to Oscar's side.
At this moment, Oscar lay lifelessly slumped on the ground. His once fair face now bore a long, sloping wound running diagonally from his forehead to his cheek, blood obscuring his features.
Most severely damaged was his empty left arm.
Flander anxiously looked around and finally spotted the severed arm below the arena, though part of it had been eaten away.
Instantly, Flander's eyes turned bloodshot as he glared fiercely at the bald Soul Master.
On the Douluo Continent, a severed arm wasn't necessarily irreversible. For some powerful healing-type Soul Masters, if the arm remained intact, it could be reattached.
"Bang!"
Flander slammed his fist on the ground, his eyes slightly reddening, his heart filled with pain and self-reproach.
"What are you looking at your father for!"
the bald Soul Master mocked, looking at Flander's disheveled state.
Outside, he would never dare offend a Soul Saint. However, he was now in the Great Soul Arena, and on the arena itself.
What was most important in the development of the Soul Arena over the years?
Order.
Once, a Soul Douluo powerhouse, relying on his superior cultivation, caused trouble in the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena. Not long after, his head was displayed at the gates of Heaven Dou City.
From then on, everyone held a deep fear of the seven great families behind the Soul Arena.
"Flander, don't be impulsive," the Sugar Bean Soul Master said in a low voice, picking up Dai Mubai.
Flander took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the members of the Fierce God Team, seemingly trying to memorize their features.
"Let's go," Flander said coldly.
He then picked up Oscar and quickly left the arena.
The Candy Bean Soul Master followed closely behind.
Oscar and Dai Mubai had suffered the most severe injuries in the battle. If they weren't treated promptly, their lives might be in danger.
Inside the hotel room, the Shrek Academy members gathered together.
The curtains were drawn, the light was warm yellow, and the oppressive atmosphere in the room seemed as heavy as lead.
Several days had passed since the end of the Soul Fighting Competition, and everyone's injuries were gradually healing.
To treat Oscar and Dai Mubai, Flander, abandoning his usual stinginess, hired a healing-type Soul Saint, no longer hesitating to spend his own savings.
Dai Mubai, being a power-attack type Soul Master, had a stronger physique. His injuries had healed, leaving only a shallow scar on his stomach.
Oscar's wounds had also improved considerably, and he was already able to get out of bed.
But the wound in his heart was like a bottomless chasm, growing deeper day by day.
At this moment, Oscar, dressed in a loose gray suit with his hat pulled low, sat quietly in the corner, shrouded in deep shadow.
The atmosphere in the room was somewhat silent, so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing.
It was heavy, oppressive.
Everyone was either lost in thought, their eyes wandering, as if they were all running away from something.
Then, Yu Xiaogang stood up and slowly said, "Children, this time it was my fault. I apologize to everyone."
His voice was hoarse and dry, as if it had been sanded.
As he spoke, he lowered his head, his eyes slowly closing, his face, as cold and expressionless as a zombie's, devoid of any emotion.
"Teacher!"
Tang San's eyes instantly reddened at the sight of his teacher.
He rushed forward and took Yu Xiaogang's arm. "Teacher, no one blames you. This battle, in the end, was due to our weakness."
After Tang San finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang's body trembled slightly.
He opened his eyes, gripped Tang San's arm tightly, and said in a tearful voice, "Really? Xiao San."
Since the Shrek Academy competition, Yu Xiaogang had been consumed by deep self-blame.
These students were all exceptionally talented little monsters, worthy of being called 'title-worthy'. Any injury to any of them would be a huge loss for Shrek Academy.
However, this time, almost everyone at Shrek Academy was injured, and Oscar had almost lost his life.
Now, although his wound had healed, the loss of an arm and the obstruction of his soul power circulation would undoubtedly have a significant impact on his future development.
And all of this was because of Yu Xiaogang's decision.
These past few days, Yu Xiaogang hadn't slept almost every night. He had even considered simply leaving.
Hearing Tang San's words, Yu Xiaogang felt a little better. He touched Tang San's head, his eyes slightly moist.
"Good boy, good boy!"
Ning Rongrong's sharp voice interrupted the tender moment between Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
"Hmph! If apologies were enough, what would be the point of cultivating soul power?"
"A support-type soul master with innate full soul power, the number one on the entire continent, do you even know what that means?"
Ning Rongrong glared coldly at Yu Xiaogang, her lips slightly pursed.
She had never seen such a shameless person in her entire life.
As a fellow support-type soul master, Ning Rongrong had long admired Oscar's talent. Although she hadn't accepted Oscar's advances, she had been plotting how to lure him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Unexpectedly, because of someone's foolishness and arrogance, a future support-type titled Douluo had been ruined.
Ning Rongrong stood with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Yu Xiaogang's nose. "I was only giving Tang San face at the academy, Yu Xiaogang. Don't think I don't know what you've got."
"Your theories are all plagiarized
, aren't they? The breathing technique you taught comes from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, am I right?" "I admit you have some skill, being able to cultivate to level 29 with your innate half-level soul power. But the resources you've consumed could feed a pig into a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast." "
Yu Xiaogang, you're just a piece of trash relying on your family's legacy to gain fame and fortune!"
"Call yourself a master? Bah!"
Her words fell, and the room fell silent.
No one expected Ning Rongrong to stand up for Oscar at this moment, completely disregarding Flander's feelings.
"Rongrong, what are you doing? I want you to apologize to the teacher!" Tang San frowned, seeing Ning Rongrong's relentless attitude.
Tang San was also distressed by Oscar's injuries. However, he always regarded Yu Xiaogang as his biological father in his heart. Even if Yu Xiaogang was wrong, Tang San would not allow anyone to slander his father.
"Hmph! Calling him 'teacher' all the time, what a deep bond between master and disciple."
Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and sneered, "Tang San, with your talent, you'd be a genius wherever you go. Ask yourself honestly, what can Yu Xiaogang actually teach you?"
"That's my own business, I don't need your concern."
"Hopeless!"
The two argued for a while, and finally quieted down after Flander intervened.
At this moment, Oscar stood up and said in a hoarse voice, "Dean, I'm going for a walk."
"Okay, be careful, come back soon."
Oscar nodded and then slowly left the room.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned, noticing that Oscar's expression seemed a little off. She then stood up and walked straight out of the room.
With the two gone, everyone lost interest and returned to their own rooms.
At the East Gate of Silvers, Oscar looked up at the city and then pulled his hat brim down as low as possible.
"Farewell, this sorrowful city."
"Farewell, Dean Flander. Farewell, my friends."
"Farewell forever, Rongrong."
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"Oscar, where do you plan to go from here?"
A gentle voice came from behind.
Oscar looked up and saw Zhu Zhu standing not far away, quietly watching him.
"Zhu Qing, it's you." Oscar slowly raised his head.
Under the brim of his hat, his once sunny and handsome face now looked extremely haggard. His eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were slightly red, and his lips were chapped.
"I…"
Oscar's voice was a little hoarse, as if carrying endless loss and confusion.
"I don't know either. Maybe I should leave here and go somewhere where no one knows me."
His gaze went beyond the city gate and onto the street. The street was bustling with traffic and people, and laughter constantly reached his ears.
But all of this felt out of place for Oscar.
"Why don't you go to the Star Luo Empire?"
As she spoke, Zhu Zhu took out a token from her soul tool.
"Your talent shouldn't be buried. Even though you're missing an arm now, in my heart you're still the most talented support-type Soul Master on the entire continent."
Oscar smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Right now, I just want to go out for a walk, clear my head. I have no interest in joining any faction."
"But, Zhu Qing, thank you."
As he spoke, Oscar's eyes reddened again. His only remaining right hand clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Take it, Oscar."
Zhu Zhu Qing stepped forward and stuffed the token directly into his pocket.
"I didn't mean to force you. If you ever get tired of playing around, the Xingluo Zhu family will always welcome you." Zhu Zhu Qing chuckled.
After saying that, she didn't linger and turned to walk into the city.
Oscar took the token out of his pocket and watched Zhu Zhu Qing's gradually disappearing figure, a warmth suddenly rising in his heart.
He never expected that this classmate, with whom he had barely spoken a few words, would come to see him off.
Oscar tucked the token into his pocket and turned to continue his journey.
"Xiao Gang, where exactly is the Heaven Dou Royal Academy in the city?" Flander asked the Grandmaster while looking at the map.
The Grandmaster shook his head. "I don't know either."
Although Yu Xiaogang came from a prominent family, his talent was so low that he was always laughed at when he went out.
Therefore, he spent his youth cultivating within his clan and rarely went out.
Flander smiled wryly. "Then we'll just have to go to Heaven Dou City first and then ask someone."
Ning Rongrong knew the location of Heaven Dou Academy, but she was too lazy to talk about it now. Besides, she didn't plan to continue following Shrek Academy.
The battle in Silvers City shattered the already weak friendships within Shrek Academy.
Tang San didn't react much to Oscar's departure. In his heart, Oscar was just a classmate. Parting ways with friends was perfectly normal.
Since Xiao Wu's disappearance, Tang San's heart had gradually closed off.
Apart from his two fathers, hidden weapons, and poison, nothing else could concern him.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun felt some regret, but when it came to the fact that Oscar was injured because of Ma Hongjun's cowardice, they fell silent.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing wanted to persuade him to stay; after Oscar's 'disappearance,' they suggested that Flander go outside the city to look for him.
However, Flander didn't react much beyond a sigh.
In fact, several teachers had more or less noticed Oscar's strange behavior. His clumsy acting was completely exposed in Flander's shrewd eyes.
However, Flander still favored his brother.
Although Oscar was very talented, he was still just a student. If he continued to stay at Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang's situation would be somewhat awkward.
So, Flander simply pretended not to know.
Since the dean had made his stance clear, the teachers naturally wouldn't say anything more. In a sense, they were just there to retire at the academy.
The group arrived outside the city gate, and just as they were about to enter the city, they saw a huge announcement on the bulletin board.
"Blue Tyrant Advanced Soul Master Academy is recruiting teachers. Applicants must be Soul Masters of level 40 or above. Those with high Soul Power will be given priority. Excellent benefits will be offered upon hiring."
"Why is this academy's advertisement even on the city gate bulletin board? How much does it cost?!" Flander said, somewhat surprised.
"Blue Tyrant?" Yu Xiaogang stroked his chin, suddenly finding the name familiar.
At this moment, Flander looked at Yu Xiaogang, a mocking smile appearing in his eyes. "Xiaogang, you used to be in Heaven Dou City. What do you think of Blue Tyrant Academy?"
Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "I don't know, I just feel that the name..."
Before he could finish speaking, a whooshing sound suddenly came from mid-air.
Everyone looked up and saw several streaks of light rapidly approaching the city gate.
At the same time, Flander and the other three teachers released their Martial Souls simultaneously. They sensed that they were suddenly locked onto by an aura.
"That's...!"
Flander's eyes widened instantly, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes. His body leaned forward slightly, his muscles tense, as if he had seen something terrifying.
Upon seeing this, Yu Xiaogang frowned. Having spent decades with Flander, he was intimately familiar with Flander's habits.
Flander's current demeanor was clearly a sign that he was preparing to escape.
In the blink of an eye, three figures appeared above the city gate.
The one on the left had a somewhat withered face and a very tall stature, at least three meters high. If Lu Feng were here, he would recognize him immediately as the Soul Douluo who had given him the Seven Treasures Token.
The middle-aged man on the right was somewhat thin, with a cold and stern expression, looking like a drawn sword.
The man in the very center appeared to be an old man with an ancient and simple appearance, a face as delicate as a baby's, and long silver hair neatly combed down his back.
His expression was indifferent; he simply stood there quietly, yet gave off an aura of absolute superiority.
What was truly astonishing was that none of the three had released their Martial Souls; instead, they stood suspended in mid-air.
"They are all at least Soul Douluo level or higher!"
Tang San exclaimed inwardly, looking at the three imposing figures in mid-air.
Grandmaster had once taught him that, apart from flying-type Soul Masters, anyone else who wanted to fly needed at least level eighty Soul Power.
Level eighty!
A strange excitement welled up inside Tang San. He hadn't expected to encounter such powerful figures so soon after arriving in Heaven Dou City.
"I wonder how these people compare to the inner sect elders of the Tang Sect in my past life?"
Tang San quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.
The three landed slowly on the ground. The thin middle-aged man's eyes were cold as he said in a deep voice, "Who is Flander? Who is Yu Xiaogang?"
"Coming for me?"
Flander's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by a heavy hammer.
But he quickly regained his composure, took a step forward, and said, "I am Flander. What business do you seniors have with me and Xiaogang?"
"Hmph!" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted coldly.
Flander shuddered instantly. He felt as if an invisible sword had slashed his throat. Beads of sweat instantly rolled down his forehead, and his face turned deathly pale.
"Thump!"
Flander's body completely lost control, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. He struggled to his feet, but felt as if his martial spirit was disobeying him.
"Flander!" Several teachers cried out upon seeing this.
They had been friends with Flander for over ten years, and although they couldn't defeat him, they were unwilling to sit idly by and wait to die.
At this moment, the middle-aged man glanced at them.
"Thump, thump!" The teachers' bodies completely lost control, and they fell to the ground one after
another. "Who exactly are you gentlemen? If Flander has offended you in any way, I hope you will forgive him. At least, at least spare my student."
"Hmph! You do have some sense of loyalty." The middle-aged man sneered and withdrew his soul power pressure.
The teachers felt the mountain-like pressure on their bodies vanish instantly, and they quickly scrambled to their feet.
However, they looked rather disheveled. They were covered in dust, their clothes were disheveled, as if they had just escaped from the Soul Beast Forest.
"Thank you for your mercy, senior. May I ask your names?" Flander bowed respectfully.
Flander had seen several experts above the Soul Douluo level.
However, this was the first time he had ever seen someone who could defeat him with just a glance.
Facing this man, Flander felt as if he were facing a sharp sword, a drawn sword, its edge fully revealed, thrusting directly at him.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Chen Yu," the middle-aged man said coldly.
"So it's Senior Chen, I've heard so much about you." Flander raised his head, a standard shrewd businessman's smile appearing on his face.
Flander had naturally heard of Chen Yu, but in the Soul Master world, especially among the major sects, everyone knew the name Heavenly Sword Chen Yu.
He was a member of the Sword Douluo clan, and by seniority, he was Chen Xin's nephew.
With a Soul Power of eighty-eight levels and unparalleled swordsmanship, he was arguably the strongest fighter in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, second only to the two Guardian Douluos.
"Which of you is Yu Xiaogang?" Chen Yu stared at the remaining teachers and said coldly.
His eyes casually swept over the three of them. He felt he had heard the name somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it.
The group had come to take Ning Rongrong home.
Gu Lin had told him that Ning Rongrong had been injured in a battle, and the situation had been extremely urgent; Gu Lin had almost intervened himself.
If it were just a normal sparring match, it wouldn't be so bad, but Ning Rongrong's injury was entirely due to the teachers' foolish decisions.
The members of that so-called "Fierce God Team" had already been killed by Gu Lin. As an elder who had watched Ning Rongrong grow up, Chen Yu felt he had to do something.
Otherwise, he would be at a disadvantage in front of Gu Lin in the future.
The three teachers didn't answer, but instead turned their gazes behind them.
Suddenly, a foul odor filled their nostrils.
"Ugh, what's that smell!" Ning Rongrong gagged, quickly pulling Zhu Zhuqing along, and hurriedly walked away.
Everyone looked troubled and scattered, avoiding the source of the odor as if it were a plague.
In an instant, the crowd that had been gathered together cleared a large area. Only Yu Xiaogang remained standing there, looking particularly out of place.
His feet were now wet, and a pool of pale yellow liquid was slowly spreading outwards from his feet.
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"You're Yu Xiaogang? Yu Yuanzhen really has a fine son!"
The leading elder slowly spoke, "Was it you who made the decision for Rongrong's match at the Silves Arena?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, and in an instant, everyone present felt the air temperature drop.
Yu Xiaogang immediately felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he couldn't help but tremble.
"Senior, please have mercy."
Flander quickly went to Yu Xiaogang's side and pleaded with the white-haired elder.
Before this, Flander racked his brains but couldn't figure out when he had offended the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?
Moreover, the other party actually sent three Soul Douluo-level experts?
Was he worthy?
Only now did Flander finally understand why he had been targeted by the other party.
It was all because of Ning Rongrong.
"Sigh, I should have thought of that long ago. I shouldn't have recruited Ning Rongrong into the academy in the first place." Flander shook his head inwardly.
In Soto City, one day, Flander was suddenly approached by two Soul Masters.
The other party gave him 20,000 gold soul coins, hoping he would take care of Ning Rongrong, at least to keep her from running around anymore.
Flander had never seen so much money before, so he readily agreed.
Unexpectedly
, due to a moment of carelessness, Ning Rongrong was injured, and now her elders had come knocking on his door.
"Sigh, this is really thankless work," Flander groaned inwardly.
"Grandpa Sword!"
At this moment, Ning Rongrong ran to the white-haired old man's side, grabbing his hand and shaking it repeatedly, "Grandpa Sword, let's get away from this place quickly, it stinks!" The
white-haired old man quickly suppressed his aura, patted her head, "Alright, whatever our little princess says, Grandpa Sword will take you home now."
As he spoke, the old man raised his hand, and a layer of soul power shield enveloped Ning Rongrong.
The white-haired old man, holding Ning Rongrong's hand, directly took to the air. The other two middle-aged men followed closely behind, and before long, the group disappeared into the horizon.
In mid-air, Ning Rongrong's cheers could be faintly heard, "Zhuqing, I'm going home now. I'll come find you again in a while."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the few small black dots in the sky, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.
It felt so good to have family.
Then, her face returned to its indifferent expression.
"Phew! Finally gone."
Flander let out a long sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
He patted Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, his eyes full of concern, "Xiaogang, are you alright?"
Yu Xiaogang's face was pale, his expression blank, as if he hadn't heard Flander's words.
Seeing that Yu Xiaogang didn't react, Flander became even more worried. He raised his voice and called again, his voice filled with anxiety.
"Xiaogang?"
"Xiaogang!"
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang seemed to wake up from a nightmare. His body trembled violently, and he finally came to his senses.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Flander's worried face and grinned. However, his smile looked more like a grimace
. "I...I'm fine." Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but his hands still trembled slightly.
Flander comforted him, "It's good that you're alright. Let's go, let's go into the city and take a look."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Flander, I'd better not go to the Royal Academy. This incident will probably spread throughout Tiandou City soon. If I stay with you, it will only make us a laughingstock."
As he finished speaking, a trace of weariness appeared in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
The sudden turn of events had left him exhausted.
Tiandou City seemed to be his nemesis.
More than ten years ago, he lost his lover, friends, and cousin here.
He never expected that upon returning here, before even stepping through the city gates, he would become a laughingstock again.
Flander patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder. "Alright, we won't go to Tiandou Academy then."
He pointed to the notice board and said, "Isn't Lanba Academy also recruiting? Let's go to that academy. Maybe you'll cheer up when we get there."
As he finished speaking, a flash of pain disappeared from Flander's eyes.
Several teachers nodded; for them, wherever they went was a place to retire.
The students also had no objections.
Then, the Shrek group headed into the city. However, everyone deliberately kept a few steps' distance from Yu Xiaogang.
Tang San walked at the back, glancing back at the horizon.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School insulted my teachers; one day I will make them pay!" Tang San silently vowed in his heart.
Just like in the original story, the Shrek group successfully joined Blue Tyrant Academy.
Then came friends gathering, lovers meeting, fleeting moments of romance, and tender moments.
Finally, Liu Erlong generously gifted Blue Tyrant Academy to Flander, renaming it Shrek Academy.
Flander was filled with tears, whether from being overwhelmed by the wealth or moved by seeing his brother find love again, it was unclear.
On the street, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai walked side by side.
"I never imagined that Dean Liu Erlong and our teacher were such good friends. Such a large academy, just like that, she gave it away so easily. Why can't I ever meet a rich woman like that?"
Ma Hongjun looked surprised, seemingly still reeling from the shock.
"The Golden Iron Triangle, I've heard of that name before," Dai Mubai mused.
A mocking smile played on his lips. "I just didn't expect that Grandmaster would also be a member of the Iron Triangle."
Ma Hongjun seemed to recall the scene at the city gate and burst out laughing. "That coward Yu Xiaogang actually peed his pants from being scared. Hahaha, that's hilarious!"
Dai Mubai couldn't help but chuckle. "Fatty, you'd better watch out in front of Tang San, after all, Yu Xiaogang is his teacher."
"Tch, I really don't know what Tang San was thinking, taking a good-for-nothing as his teacher."
The two, arms around each other's shoulders, soon found an entertainment venue.
On the street, Lu Feng watched the two patrons, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.
"Shrek is in Heaven Dou City?"
"What did they just say? Yu Xiaogang was scared to death? Such a delightful sight, and I didn't even see it."
Immediately, Lu Feng changed direction and headed towards Blue Tyrant Academy. Since these two were in Heaven Dou City, his little rich girl must have followed.
In front of Blue Tyrant Academy, several workers were busy changing signs.
"Tsk tsk, Liu Erlong has quite the spending power." Lu Feng shook his head, then walked straight into the academy.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a gatekeeper stopped Lu Feng.
The gatekeeper looked Lu Feng up and down. The man's clothes were expensive, and his demeanor resembled that of an aristocrat.
Most importantly, his eyes lacked that clear-eyed stupidity. He was
clearly not a student, but a seasoned veteran who had weathered the storms of society.
"Are you a student at the academy? What year are you in?" the gatekeeper asked suspiciously.
Lu Feng smiled and took out a school badge from his soul tool. "Brother, I'm a graduate. I'm just visiting my hometown today."
This badge was Aisie's.
The gatekeeper took the badge and examined it carefully; it was indeed the Blue Tyrant Academy's emblem.
"You can go in, but our academy is about to change its name; Blue Tyrant Academy will be history." The gatekeeper returned the badge to Lu Feng, his tone revealing a hint of reluctance.
Lu Feng chatted casually with the gatekeeper for a few moments, then walked straight into the academy.
Blue Tyrant Academy covered a considerable area, with wide paths leading directly inside, flanked by groves of trees, giving it a very grand feel.
It was Lu Feng's first time there, and he soon got lost.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone. Do you know where Training Ground Number Three is?" Lu Feng approached a student by the roadside and asked with a smile.
After a conversation with the gatekeeper, Lu Feng learned that Shrek Academy members hadn't officially enrolled yet.
Because they were admitted through connections, the academy had specially allocated them a training ground.
The student looked up at Lu Feng. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly took off running.
As he ran, he shouted, "The host has delivered himself to our door! Go find Chief Tyron!"
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