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Tang San's crazy outburst
Chapter 151 Tang San's Frenzied Venting
The qualifying rounds officially began the following morning.
The competition adopts an individual round-robin format, with each team sending out seven members to take turns fighting until one side is completely defeated.
According to the schedule, Tiandou Royal Academy will face the weaker Fabia Academy in their first match.
The highly anticipated match between Shrek Academy and Kamikaze Academy was scheduled for the third game.
Tang San stood in the stands, his eyes fixed on the match.
He had hoped to take this opportunity to observe Chu Xinghe's strength, but was disappointed to find that Fabia Academy was utterly vulnerable.
Yun Wuyai and Zhao Tiezhu each easily defeated two opponents, while Zhu Zhuqing even took on three opponents single-handedly, securing the victory for the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.
Fabia Academy was already ranked last among the fifteen participating teams, but the fact that Tiandou Royal Academy swept its opponents with only three people still attracted the attention of other academies.
Even more surprisingly, Chu Xinghe, the core player of the team, did not even appear.
The second match then began, with Blazing Fire Academy facing off against Beast Academy.
Huo Wushuang was the first to fight, defeating three opponents in a row before being forced to leave the field due to exhaustion of his soul power.
His sister, Huo Wu, took over the stage and, with her excellent control abilities, defeated four opponents in a row, ending the match directly.
Her performance won applause from the audience and gave Blazing Academy a winning start.
In the third match, Shrek Academy finally took the stage.
When Feng Xiaotian saw that the first person to appear was his old acquaintance Tang San, a friendly smile immediately appeared on his face.
He took two steps forward and said loudly, "Brother Tang San, your Clear Sky Hammer in the preliminary round really opened my eyes. You were defeated, but you were still glorious!"
Tang San stood there expressionless, staring coldly at Feng Xiaotian.
The scene of their defeat in the qualifiers kept replaying in his mind: the jeers from the stands, the disappointed looks in his teammates' eyes, and Feng Xiaotian's seemingly friendly but actually arrogant smile. These images cut into his pride like knives.
"Stop pretending." Tang San's voice was low and suppressed, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "I'm going to collect the debt from last time, with interest."
He secretly vowed to make Feng Xiaotian kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.
The smile on Feng Xiaotian's face gradually disappeared.
He had genuinely admired this opponent, but instead received such hostility in return. "Looks like I've been meddling."
He sighed, thinking to himself, "Why is this Shrek kid so vengeful?"
Feng Xiaotian took two steps back to create distance, his tone turning cold: "Then let's see who's the real deal."
Seeing that both sides were ready, the referee immediately announced the start of the match.
Tang San stared intently at Feng Xiaotian, thinking: This time I will definitely make you taste what it's like to be crushed.
Feng Xiaotian shook his head inwardly. He had originally intended to make friends through martial arts, but he hadn't expected Tang San to be so vengeful.
Looking at Tang San's hateful eyes, Feng Xiaotian suddenly found it somewhat laughable; this young man took victory and defeat far too seriously.
Tang San noticed the faint smile on Feng Xiaotian's lips, and anger instantly surged to his head. "What are you laughing at?"
He demanded sharply, "Do you look down on me?"
Feng Xiaotian paused for a moment, then said seriously, "I didn't mean to look down on you. I just think that it's normal for Soul Masters to have matches and lose, why make such a fuss..."
"Shut up!" Tang San rudely interrupted him. "Today I'll show you who the real strongman is!"
On the field, Feng Xiaotian instantly completed the Martial Soul Possession, transforming into a werewolf with his claws gleaming coldly.
Tang San stretched out his right hand, and the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer appeared out of thin air, with four deep black spirit rings radiating a suffocating pressure.
"Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings!" A burst of exclamations erupted from the audience.
Chu Xinghe narrowed his eyes and tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers: "Interesting, revealing your trump card so early."
A faint smile played on his lips; he knew Tang San was overdrawing his potential.
Seeing Tang San's four ten-thousand-year spirit rings, Feng Xiaotian knew that his chances of winning this battle were extremely slim.
Feng Xiaotian took a deep breath, and his first spirit ring suddenly lit up: "First spirit skill, Wind Blade Formation!"
He flashed forward, his claws crossed and swung out, ten cyan wind blades forming a fan shape to block all of Tang San's escape routes, each wind blade accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart.
Tang San remained motionless as the second black spirit ring on his Clear Sky Hammer lit up: "Second Spirit Skill, Sky-Splitting Cleave!"
The hammer traced a jet-black arc, as if tearing the air apart wherever it passed.
A ten-thousand-year-old soul skill against a hundred-year-old soul skill—the cyan wind blade was easily shattered like thin paper.
The black blade of energy, its momentum undiminished, hurtled straight toward Feng Xiaotian.
"Such powerful force!" Feng Xiaotian spread his wings and soared into the air like a ghost. Black energy blades grazed the soles of his boots, leaving a deep trench in the ground.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he realized that Tang San was far stronger than he had been during the preliminaries.
"Third Soul Skill, Gale Wings!" Feng Xiaotian's wings glowed with a blue light, and his speed suddenly increased.
He circled Tang San at high speed, searching for an opportunity to attack. "Second Soul Skill, Wind Binding!"
Several streams of azure energy coiled around Tang San like chains.
Tang San snorted coldly, and the third spirit ring on the Clear Sky Hammer lit up: "First Spirit Skill, Earthshaking Hammer!"
The hammer slammed heavily into the ground, and a shockwave spread out from him, instantly shattering all the wind's restraints.
The cracked pebbles on the ground were shaken into the air. Tang San grabbed a pebble and used his Xuan Yu Hand to throw it at Feng Xiaotian in the air.
Feng Xiaotian dodged to the side, only to see Tang San already leaping into the air: "Fourth Soul Skill, Chain Collapse!"
The Haotian Hammer was swung out continuously at an astonishing speed, each strike increasing in power by twenty percent compared to the previous one.
The hammer shadows were numerous, forming a black curtain of light in the air.
"Thirty-six Consecutive Slashes of the Gale Wolf!" Feng Xiaotian no longer held back and directly unleashed his strongest self-created soul skill.
His figure transformed into thirty-six azure afterimages, launching attacks from different angles.
The blue and black lights collided violently in the air, unleashing a deafening roar.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" After three muffled thuds, Feng Xiaotian's attack was abruptly interrupted.
He barely managed to block the first three blows, but the fourth blow had already made his arms go numb.
When the fifth hammer fell, his defenses completely collapsed, and his protective soul power was shattered.
The sixth hammer blow struck Feng Xiaotian directly in the chest, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Pfft—" Feng Xiaotian spat out a mouthful of blood, struggling to stand up, only to find that three of his ribs were broken and his right arm had lost all feeling.
He struggled to lift his head and saw Tang San looking down at him with a cold, triumphant gaze.
The referee immediately announced: "Shrek Academy, Tang San wins!"
The audience erupted in uproar; no one had expected the duel to end so quickly.
As soon as the final whistle blew, a fiery red figure rushed onto the field.
Huo Wu quickly ran to Feng Xiaotian's side and carefully helped him up.
Since the qualifiers, her opinion of this persistent simp has changed considerably.
"Tang San!" Huo Wu looked up and glared at the figure standing in the center of the arena, her eyes burning with anger. "A friendly spar is supposed to be fair, why did you use such a heavy hand?"
Tang San coldly looked down at Huo Wu below the stage, still holding the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, the black hammer still retaining the warmth of the battle.
"Not convinced?" His voice was devoid of any warmth. "You can come up and try."
Huo Wu's fists were clenched so tightly they turned white.
She recalled that Blazing Fire Academy had also defeated Shrek Academy during the preliminaries, so it seemed that Tang San had also kept that humiliation in his heart.
Without saying anything more, Huo Wu carefully picked up the unconscious Feng Xiaotian and walked down the stage step by step.
The ensuing battle was even more brutal. The remaining six members of the Divine Wind Academy took turns fighting, but without exception, they all fell to Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.
Every battle ended quickly, but each one ended with a member of the Kamikaze Academy seriously injured.
Tang San's eyes remained icy cold, and he showed no mercy in his attacks, as if he wanted to vent all his pent-up anger on his opponents.
In the audience, Chu Xinghe watched all of this quietly.
Watching Tang San's almost cruel fighting style, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly: it seems that his previous provocation caused this opponent, who was already biased in the original work, to prematurely reveal his full ruthless nature.
...
In the VIP stands, Emperor Xueye frowned, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.
He stared at Tang San, who was radiating murderous intent in the arena, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
These young Soul Masters are the future pillars of the Heaven Dou Empire, yet Tang San mercilessly inflicted serious injuries on his opponents. This ruthless approach is truly worrying.
Bishop Salas's face was ashen, his gaze fixed intently on Tang San.
He clearly remembered Tang Hao's performance when he was young, and the talent shown by this young man in front of him was even greater than that of Tang Hao.
The advantage of having twin martial souls, coupled with the four prominent ten-thousand-year soul rings on the Clear Sky Hammer, were conditions that Tang Hao did not possess when he was young.
"This hidden danger must be eliminated as soon as possible," Salas thought to himself.
He knew that with the potential Tang San had shown, he would surely become a major threat to the Spirit Hall in due time.
If left to grow unchecked, the Spirit Hall may face an opponent even more formidable than Tang Hao in the future.
Ning Fengzhi noticed the strange expressions on the faces of the two important figures beside him, but he simply picked up his teacup without making a sound.
He understood that Tang San's performance today had aroused the high vigilance of both the royal family and the Spirit Hall.
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Tang San's arrogance
Chapter 152 Tang San's Arrogance
The second round of the qualifying tournament was held as scheduled, with the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy facing a challenge from the Royal Academy of the Barak Kingdom.
As a starting member of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, Zhu Zhuqing slowly walked onto the arena.
Today she was wearing a form-fitting black outfit that perfectly showcased her figure, and her cold, beautiful face remained expressionless.
The person sent by Barak Academy was a tall young man in his twenties, whose black school uniform with gold trim accentuated the noble air unique to the royal academy.
When he saw Zhu Zhuqing's face clearly, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then revealed a frivolous smile: "Oh, I didn't expect that the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy would send such a pretty girl to fight."
He deliberately raised his voice, "Little beauty, how about having a drink with your brother after the competition? I promise to let you experience what real happiness is."
A chorus of boos erupted from the audience, and the members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy glared angrily.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
She had always despised such frivolous remarks, and today this opponent was destined to pay the price for his rudeness.
As soon as the starting whistle blew, Zhu Zhuqing instantly activated her Martial Soul.
Her figure became more slender, with sharp cat claws extending from her fingertips, and a crystal-clear soul bone faintly appearing on her head.
"Dream Reincarnation!" With her cold voice, a strange light shot out from between her brows.
Before the tall young man could react, he froze on the spot, his eyes unfocused.
He was experiencing the most painful memory of his life, the scene of being publicly humiliated by his family elders when he failed his first Soul Master assessment.
In his dream, he relived that humiliation over and over again, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.
Zhu Zhuqing gave him no chance to catch his breath, and her second soul ring suddenly lit up: "Netherworld Hundred Claws!"
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were icy cold, and her cat paws drew streaks of cold light in the air.
She precisely controlled the force of each strike, her sharp claws slicing through her opponent's armor perfectly, leaving fine, bloody marks on their body.
Her movements were as fast as lightning, her figure turning into a black afterimage as she rapidly spun around the tall young man.
The sound of "whoosh whoosh whoosh" echoed continuously as the tall young man's school uniform was quickly torn to shreds, and the exposed panel was covered with crisscrossing bloodstains.
Zhu Zhuqing focused on his face, leaving clear marks on that frivolous face with each claw.
Blood seeped from the wound, staining his face in a hideous and grotesque manner.
When the tall young man finally broke free from the cycle of dreams, a bone-chilling cold swept over his entire body.
He looked around blankly and found that the audience was pointing and whispering about him, and many people were covering their mouths and laughing.
He looked down at his body and his face turned deathly pale. His once intact body panel was now covered in bloodstains, and his school uniform was nowhere to be found.
He trembled as he reached out to touch his face, his fingertips immediately becoming covered in warm blood.
"Ah!" A shrill scream came from his throat. He hurriedly covered his blood-soaked face with his hands and stumbled as he ran off the field, leaving bloodstains all the way.
The Barak Academy team members jumped up from their seats, angrily waving their fists.
"This is outrageous!" one of the team members roared, his face turning bright red.
"This is an outrageous insult!" another team member shouted, pointing at Zhu Zhuqing. "We must lodge a strong protest with the organizing committee!"
But the teacher in charge raised her hand to stop them: "Quiet down, all of you!"
He looked at Zhu Zhuqing on the arena with a complicated expression, and said in a low voice, "Admit defeat. That child just used a soul bone skill, didn't you see that?"
Seeing that his teammates still wanted to argue, he added sternly, "A genius Soul Master with a Soul Bone is simply not someone you can handle. Continuing the match will only bring shame upon yourselves."
On the arena, the referee, barely suppressing a laugh, announced: "Zhu Zhuqing wins against Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"
Zhu Zhuqing withdrew her martial spirit expressionlessly, turned around and walked off the arena.
As she passed through the rest area of Barak Academy, she gave the tall young man, who was still trembling, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.
The members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy were already laughing so hard they were doubled over.
Yun Wuyai gave a thumbs up: "Zhu Qing, well done! Let's see if that guy dares to flirt with girls again."
Zhao Tiezhu slapped his thigh and laughed, "Hahaha, did you see that guy's expression? He looked like he'd seen a ghost!"
Chu Xinghe stood to the side, his eyes filled with approval.
He knew that Zhu Zhuqing's move not only taught that frivolous guy a lesson, but also demonstrated the strength of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy to the other academies.
A team member with a Soul Bone is enough to make any opponent think twice.
The team leader from Barak College, with a gloomy face, led his team members away hastily.
The tall young man, wrapped in the jacket handed to him by his teammate, lowered his head and walked away quickly, not daring to look in Zhu Zhuqing's direction again.
This match not only caused him to lose face, but also left an indelible shadow in his heart.
A murmur of discussion arose from the audience. "The Heaven Dou Royal Academy truly lives up to its reputation."
"That female soul master is amazing! She actually has a soul bone!"
"Barak Academy has really lost face this time."
...
In the second round of the qualifying tournament, Shrek Academy's opponent was Blazing Academy.
Tang San was the first to appear, while Blazing Fire Academy sent their captain, Huo Wushuang.
The two stood facing each other in the center of the arena. Huo Wushuang stared at his opponent with a solemn expression, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Huo Wushuang knew very well how strong Tang San was.
Yesterday's match against Kamikaze Academy showed that this seemingly calm young man is actually vengeful.
The brutality of that match shocked all the participating academies, and Feng Xiaotian is still lying in the medical room.
Blazing Academy had defeated Shrek Academy in the preliminaries, and they must still hold a grudge.
Huo Wushuang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Tang San's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. He would use the Clear Sky Hammer to repay the humiliation he had suffered tenfold.
Since losing to Chu Xinghe, he desperately needed an outlet for the anger that had been building up inside him.
As the referee announced the start of the match, both players simultaneously released their martial spirits.
Tang San raised his right hand, and the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his palm, with four pitch-black spirit rings slowly pulsating.
Since switching to cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer, he has become increasingly fascinated by the feeling of power, and he should have abandoned the useless Blue Silver Grass martial soul long ago.
Huo Wushuang's entire body was covered in dark red scales, and a short horn, three inches long, protruded from the top of his head—his One-Horned Fiery Dragon Martial Soul. Blazing flames swirled around him, and the temperature suddenly rose.
Tang San saw that this martial soul was somewhat similar to Chu Xinghe's Tyrannosaurus Beast, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.
If anyone had dealt him the biggest blow, it would undoubtedly be Chu Xinghe. Thinking of this, he decided to thoroughly humiliate Huo Wushuang, as a way to give Chu Xinghe a taste of his own medicine.
"First Soul Skill, Exploding Fireball!" Huo Wushuang's first soul ring lit up, condensing a palm-sized dark red fireball in his palm.
This fireball may not look big, but it contains amazing explosive power.
After locking onto Tang San, he suddenly pushed out, and the fireball shot out in a blazing trajectory.
Tang San snorted disdainfully, casually swinging his Clear Sky Hammer with his right hand. The force generated by the hammer directly shattered the fireball, sending sparks flying everywhere.
In the ensuing battle, Tang San did not use any soul skills, relying solely on the power of the Clear Sky Hammer to contend with Huo Wushuang.
He deliberately slowed down the pace, toying with his opponent like a cat playing with a mouse.
Huo Wushuang launched a series of attacks, unleashing his second soul skill "Blazing Impact" and third soul skill "Fiery Dragon Claw," but Tang San easily deflected them all.
Three minutes later, Huo Wushuang was panting heavily, having exhausted most of his soul power.
"It's time to end this." Tang San suddenly accelerated, his figure flashing like a ghost in front of Huo Wushuang.
Huo Wushuang hastily raised his arms to block, only to see the Haotian Hammer crashing down with a whistling sound.
With a muffled thud, Huo Wushuang's chest caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as he flew backward, crashing heavily to the edge of the arena.
"Is this all the Blazing Fire Academy can do?" Tang San sneered as he retrieved his Clear Sky Hammer, and the four black spirit rings extinguished one after another. "They don't even have the right to make me use my spirit skills."
He looked down at Huo Wushuang, who was struggling in pain, his eyes full of contempt.
Huo Wushuang wanted to refute, but was too badly injured to speak.
He struggled to prop himself up, blood continuously seeping from the corner of his mouth.
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Feng Xiaotian's plea
Chapter 153 Feng Xiaotian's Plea
As the match ended, Huo Wu charged into the arena like a red lightning bolt.
She knelt on one knee, carefully examining Huo Wushuang's injuries. When she saw the dent in her brother's chest, her fingers trembled involuntarily.
Raising her head, Huo Wu stared intently at Tang San's back with eyes burning with anger, as if she wanted to pierce him with her gaze.
Tang San didn't even spare a glance, simply walking indifferently to the center of the arena.
In his heart, the ironclad rule of the third general principle of the Tang Sect's Xuan Tian Bao Lu was echoing: once you have determined that your opponent is an enemy, as long as they have a way of dying, do not show mercy.
This precept had long been ingrained in his bones and had become the guiding principle for his actions.
"Tang San!" Huo Wu's angry shout echoed throughout the arena, "Do you still have any dignity as a Soul Master?!"
Tang San paused slightly, a cold smile curving his lips.
dignity?
In his eyes, those who had defeated him and humiliated him were already destined for death.
The fact that he hasn't taken their lives is the greatest mercy he can show.
This obsessive belief made his eyes grow increasingly sinister, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the Clear Sky Hammer.
The ensuing match turned into a one-sided massacre.
The Blazing Fire Academy team members took turns on the field, but they were all defeated by Tang San's relentless onslaught.
The first agility-type Soul Master to go on the field didn't even have time to concede defeat before his shoulder blade was shattered by a single blow; the second power-type Soul Master barely managed to withstand three moves before his right leg was smashed into a comminuted fracture.
The audience gasped in surprise, but Tang San paid no attention; all he could see was the thrill of revenge.
When the sixth member of the Blazing Academy team was carried away on a stretcher, the entire arena fell silent.
The referee, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, announced the last contestant to enter the arena.
Huo Wu took a deep breath and strode confidently onto the ring.
There was no fear in her eyes, only raging fury.
"You will pay for this." Huo Wu's voice was soft, but it carried a chilling coldness.
Tang San finally looked at her properly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "You?"
Huo Wu didn't say another word and immediately activated her strongest soul skill, "Fire Dance Shining in the Sun".
Blazing flames swirled around her, forming a giant fireball.
She rushed towards Tang San without regard for anything else, completely abandoning her defenses.
Tang San sneered and dodged like a ghost, his Clear Sky Hammer drawing a dark arc in the air.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Four muffled thuds rang out in succession as Huo Wu's limbs twisted at bizarre angles.
Her body crashed heavily to the ground, but she stubbornly gritted her teeth and refused to utter a sound of pain.
Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, staining the ground red.
Tang San looked down at her from his high position, a twisted sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.
This is exactly what he wanted: to avenge his defeat in the qualifiers.
He slowly raised the Haotian Hammer, seemingly wanting to deliver one last blow.
The referee rushed forward in a panic and announced the end of the match.
Medical staff quickly lifted Huo Wu onto a stretcher.
As she was carried past Tang San, Huo Wu used her last strength to lift her head and said hoarsely, "You... are not worthy... to be a Soul Master..."
Tang San's expression remained unchanged; he simply turned and left indifferently.
In the audience, Chu Xinghe squinted as he watched this scene.
He noticed that Tang San's steps were somewhat unsteady, and his right hand holding the hammer was trembling slightly.
This almost self-destructive fighting style exposed Tang San's deep-seated vulnerability.
In the VIP section, Emperor Xueye's face was ashen, while Bishop Salas stroked his chin thoughtfully.
...
A cool night breeze blew, and moonlight, like water, spilled over the camp of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.
Feng Xiaotian dragged his weary body and staggered across the perimeter of the camp.
His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes burned with a terrifying rage.
The guards were about to stop him, but after seeing who it was, they wisely stepped aside. Anyone could see that this genius soul master from Shenfeng Academy was on the verge of exploding.
Chu Xinghe was meditating and regulating his breathing inside the tent when he suddenly sensed a chaotic fluctuation of soul power rapidly approaching.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw the tent flap being suddenly flung open.
Feng Xiaotian stood at the door, his school uniform covered in dust, and his right hand wrapped in a thick bandage, clearly having just run away from the medical room.
"I want to talk to you." Feng Xiaotian's voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable, as if he hadn't drunk water in a long time.
Chu Xinghe gestured for him to come in and casually poured him a cup of hot tea, pushing it towards him.
Feng Xiaotian didn't even glance at the cup of tea, and went straight to the point: "When the Heaven Dou Royal Academy faces Shrek Academy, I hope you can promise me one thing."
Chu Xinghe raised an eyebrow but did not reply.
Feng Xiaotian's fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "I want you to beat Tang San to a pulp like a dead dog in front of everyone."
His voice suddenly rose, "I can tolerate his humiliation, but how dare he... how dare he treat Huo Wu like that!"
When he said the last few words, Feng Xiaotian's voice was already choked with emotion.
A brief silence fell inside the tent.
Chu Xinghe stared at the once spirited young man before him, who now resembled a trapped beast with nowhere to turn.
Feng Xiaotian's eyes were red, veins bulged on his temples, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Seeing that Chu Xinghe did not answer for a long time, Feng Xiaotian suddenly knelt down with a thud.
His knees slammed heavily onto the hard ground with a dull thud.
"I, Feng Xiaotian, have never begged anyone in my life." His forehead was pressed against the ground, and his voice came out in a muffled tone, "But this time I beg you, you must make that beast pay the price."
Chu Xinghe frowned slightly and reached out to help him up: "Why are you doing this..."
"You don't understand!" Feng Xiaotian suddenly looked up, tears glistening in his eyes in the firelight. "Huo Wu... the doctor said her right arm may never recover to its former state!"
His voice was filled with deep-seated hatred, "That bastard smashed her bones to pieces with the Clear Sky Hammer!"
Chu Xinghe remained silent for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand.
He certainly understood Feng Xiaotian's pain, but he was even more aware of the danger hidden behind this emotional request.
"Get up," he said, his voice unusually calm. "I promise you."
Feng Xiaotian looked up in a daze, seemingly not expecting things to go so smoothly.
Chu Xinghe continued, "But it's not because of your request. Tang San and I already have a score to settle."
His gaze deepened. "His so-called 'paths to certain death' should be taught a lesson about the true difference in strength."
Feng Xiaotian then slowly stood up and solemnly performed the most respectful salute among Soul Masters to Chu Xinghe: "In any case, I will remember this kindness."
His voice was still hoarse, but the fire in his eyes had calmed down a bit.
Watching Feng Xiaotian stagger away, Chu Xinghe gently shook his head.
He sat down cross-legged again and continued his unfinished meditation.
For him, defeating Tang San was already part of the plan.
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Dai Mubai's provocation
Chapter 154 Dai Mubai's Provocation
The qualifying rounds lasted for half a month.
During this period, all teams that encountered Shrek Academy paid a heavy price.
Unless they concede immediately at the start of the match, all participants are likely to suffer serious injuries.
Tang San led Shrek Academy like a ruthless crushing machine, defeating their opponents one by one.
At the same time, the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy's competition strategy was completely different.
As the team captain, Chu Xinghe never played, instead giving his teammates the opportunity to shine.
Zhu Zhuqing was the main force in the battle, and she was able to handle one-on-one combat with ease by taking advantage of her speed as an agility-type Soul Master.
It can launch fierce offensives or maneuver flexibly, and with the head soul bone skill "Dream Reincarnation", many opponents are defeated before they can even show their strength.
Even if Zhu Zhuqing encounters a strong enemy and is unable to win, she still has two powerful offensive Soul Masters, Yun Wuyai and Zhao Tiezhu, to support her.
This rotation tactic not only conserved the team's overall strength but also provided ample training opportunities for each member. Tian Dou Royal Academy advanced triumphantly, undefeated.
Finally, on the last day of the qualifying rounds, the long-awaited showdown arrived.
Shrek Academy, ranked first and second on the leaderboard, faced off against Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
The atmosphere in the entire arena instantly became tense, and everyone held their breath in anticipation of this fierce battle.
When the two teams met in the player tunnel, Tang San's gaze was fixed on Chu Xinghe like a venomous snake, while Chu Xinghe only responded with a calm smile.
...
In the rest area of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Zhu Zhuqing walked up to Chu Xinghe and asked in a low voice, "How should the order of appearance be arranged today?"
Chu Xinghe looked up at her and asked, "Do you want to appear on stage?"
He paused for a moment, then continued, "If you don't want to go on stage, I can take care of Shrek Academy by myself."
Zhu Zhuqing immediately nodded: "I want to go on stage."
Her tone was firm: "I despise those hypocritical people at Shrek Academy."
However, deep down, she had another consideration.
She had witnessed Tang San's performance in the promotion matches; the Clear Sky Hammer, equipped with four ten-thousand-year spirit rings, was indeed incredibly powerful. She worried that Chu Xinghe would find it difficult to accomplish the feat of defeating seven opponents single-handedly.
Chu Xinghe was unaware of Zhu Zhuqing's worries; he had absolute confidence in his own abilities.
He turned and walked toward the master of ceremonies, announcing only two names: "Attendees from the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy: Zhu Zhuqing, Chu Xinghe."
The emcee looked surprised and asked again, "Is the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy sure they're only sending two people? Please note that once the lineup is submitted, it cannot be changed."
Chu Xinghe nodded calmly: "The two of us are enough to deal with Shrek Academy."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty.
Zhu Zhuqing stood behind him, watching his back, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. This was her man.
...
A tense atmosphere permeated the rest area of Shrek Academy.
Tang San stood up as usual, ready to be the first to face the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, but was stopped by Yu Xiaogang.
"You can't be the first one on stage this time." Yu Xiaogang's voice was low and resolute.
He rarely spoke to Tang San in such a commanding tone. "If we want to defeat the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, we must change our strategy."
Tang San frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
He instinctively wanted to retort, but Yu Xiaogang continued, "Chu Xinghe's strength is unfathomable. We must prepare for the worst. Let the other team members go up first to deplete his soul power, and then you can finish him off. This is the safest tactic."
The Shrek members fell into a brief silence.
Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu exchanged a worried look; they had both witnessed Chu Xinghe's terrifying performance in the preliminaries.
Tang San's fists clenched and unclenched unconsciously.
He stared at the ground for a long time before finally nodding slowly: "As long as we can defeat Chu Xinghe, nothing else matters."
His voice was calm, but he deliberately avoided the most crucial question.
Even with the Clear Sky Hammer enhanced by four ten-thousand-year soul rings, could he truly defeat Chu Xinghe in his prime?
The thought flashed through his mind like a venomous snake, but he forcibly suppressed it with even stronger hatred.
Seeing that his disciple agreed, Yu Xiaogang immediately began to make detailed arrangements: "The order of appearance is Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, Jing Ling, Huang Yuan, and finally Tang San."
He looked around at everyone, his tone grave, "Your mission is not to win, but to deplete Chu Xinghe's soul power as much as possible. Remember, don't fight head-on, focus on maneuvering."
Dai Mubai pounded his chest heavily: "Don't worry, Master, even if it costs me my life, I will skin Chu Xinghe alive."
His eyes burned with fury, clearly still reeling from the blow of Zhu Zhuqing abandoning him.
Xiao Wu gently grasped Tang San's hand: "Third Brother, we will create the best opportunity for you."
Ma Hongjun patted his round belly: "Hehe, watch me roast that kid with phoenix flames."
Although Tailong, Jingling, and Huang Yuan were slightly weaker, they also showed resolute expressions.
As members of Shrek Academy, they are eager to prove their worth.
Tailong said in a deep voice, "Master, rest assured, we, the Strength Clan, are the most resilient."
Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction and turned to Tang San: "Remember, your goal is final victory, don't let your emotions control you."
He knew this disciple too well, and knew how deep Tang San's obsession with Chu Xinghe was.
Tang San stood by the window, his gaze passing through the crowd and landing on the distant rest area of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
"Chu Xinghe..." Tang San murmured the name in his heart, and the image of the other party's ever-calm smile appeared before his eyes.
That confidence that seemed to have everything under control, that condescending gaze, all made him feel like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.
Today, he is determined to personally shatter that hateful smile in front of everyone.
...
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing entered the competition area in the center of the training ground from either side.
When Dai Mubai saw that the person standing opposite him was Zhu Zhuqing, his pupils contracted slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
He didn't expect that the first person sent by the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy wouldn't be Chu Xinghe, but this former defeated opponent.
The humiliating scene of his defeat to Zhu Zhuqing last time was clearly vivid in Dai Mubai's mind. What shocked him even more was that Zhu Zhuqing did not even use her soul bone skill at that time.
Thinking of this, Dai Mubai's face darkened, and his fists clenched involuntarily. He absolutely could not be defeated by this woman again.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dai Mubai calmly, showing no surprise at this arrangement.
Based on her understanding of Shrek Academy, she knew that the other side would definitely adopt a strategy of attrition and would not dare to let Tang San directly face Chu Xinghe in his prime.
"What?" Dai Mubai suddenly sneered, "Does the prestigious Heaven Dou Royal Academy only rely on soul bones to win? True powerhouses should not depend on external things."
His tone was provocative, attempting to provoke Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing's lips curled into a mocking smile. Dai Mubai had actually said something so ridiculous in order to prevent her from using her soul bone.
She said coldly, "Dai Mubai, when did you become so childish? Soul bones are an integral part of a Soul Master's strength."
Her gaze swept over Dai Mubai's tense body. "Or are you scared?"
Dai Mubai's face stiffened, then he roared, "I'll make you pay for those words!"
His body instantly swelled, the White Tiger Martial Soul was fully attached to him, and four spirit rings shone around him.
Zhu Zhuqing said no more, and quietly released the Netherworld Cat Martial Soul.
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Chapter 155 Dai Mubai suffers a crushing defeat, Xiao Wu takes the stage.
With the referee's whistle, the match officially began.
Dai Mubai let out a deafening tiger roar as he looked up at the sky, and his first spirit ring suddenly lit up.
"White Tiger Protective Barrier!"
A white halo instantly enveloped his entire body. Dai Mubai's ten fingers extended sharp claw blades, and he pounced on Zhu Zhuqing like a tiger.
This pounce was powerful and heavy, creating gusts of wind.
A cold glint flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and sharp cat claws extended from her ten fingers as she moved like a ghost towards Dai Mubai.
Just as the two were about to make contact, she suddenly changed her move, launching a fierce claw strike straight at Dai Mubai's armpit, which was the weakest point of the White Tiger Protective Barrier.
However, Dai Mubai was prepared and twisted his body strangely, easily avoiding the fatal blow.
Since his defeat to Zhu Zhuqing last time, he has studied her fighting style day and night and has thoroughly understood Zhu Zhuqing's attack patterns.
He seized the opportunity and slapped Zhu Zhuqing in the face with a tiger claw.
Zhu Zhuqing remained calm, and suddenly a strange light emanated from the soul bone in her head.
"Dream Cycle!"
An invisible mental fluctuation instantly enveloped Dai Mubai.
The scene before Dai Mubai's eyes suddenly changed, and in a daze, it seemed as if he had returned to the Star Luo Imperial Palace.
He saw himself and his brother Davis lose the battle for the throne, with a sharp blade already pressed against their throats.
The fear of death washed over him like a tidal wave, almost suffocating him.
"This is an illusion!" Dai Mubai cried out, the last vestige of clarity in his mind.
He bit his tongue hard, the intense pain forcibly breaking free from the control of the dream cycle.
However, it was too late; Zhu Zhuqing's second spirit ring had already lit up.
"Netherworld Hundred Claws!"
Zhu Zhuqing's figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, her sharp cat claws leaving dozens of bloody marks of varying depths on Dai Mubai's body.
Each claw precisely avoided vital points, yet inflicted excruciating pain on Dai Mubai.
In the blink of an eye, Dai Mubai was covered in blood, his school uniform torn to shreds, and his exposed faceplate was covered with hideous wounds.
"ah!"
Dai Mubai let out a painful roar, and his third spirit ring suddenly lit up.
"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
His body instantly swelled up, his muscles bulged like steel, and he pounced on Zhu Zhuqing again with a ferocious aura.
However, Dai Mubai's movements were noticeably slower due to his severe injuries.
Zhu Zhuqing easily dodged his attacks as if strolling in a garden, occasionally adding a claw strike to create new wounds on his body.
Her eyes were icy, as if she were toying with a trapped beast.
Dai Mubai was so anxious that his eyes turned red, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Zhu Zhuqing's clothes.
As he lost too much blood, his consciousness began to blur.
The threat of death made him no longer hesitate, and his fourth spirit ring burst forth with a dazzling light.
"White Tiger Meteor Shower!"
Centered on Dai Mubai, countless golden orbs of light poured out like a torrential rain, locking onto Zhu Zhuqing's figure and hurtling towards her.
This was his strongest attack, imbued with a determination to fight to the death.
Zhu Zhuqing remained calm as her third soul ring glowed with a dim light.
"Netherworld Slash!"
She clasped her hands together above her head, and the ten claw-like blades merged into a foot-long black light blade.
As soul power was injected, the black light blade swelled in the wind, slashing towards the meteor shower with a piercing shriek that tore through the air.
A shocking scene unfolded.
The golden meteor shower was as fragile as paper before the black light blade, easily cleaved and pulverized.
The black light blade continued its relentless advance, slashing towards Dai Mubai with an aura of annihilation.
Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply, and the fear of death instantly enveloped his entire body.
He used his last bit of soul power to push the White Tiger Vajra Transformation and White Tiger Protective Barrier to their limits.
At this moment, his defensive power was comparable to that of a defensive Soul Master; this was his last hope.
However, this powerful defense was as thin as paper in the face of the black light blade.
The moment the light blades made contact, Dai Mubai was struck as if by lightning, and was sent flying backward.
Blood traced a gruesome arc in the air before crashing heavily to the sidelines with a deafening thud, rendering the victim completely unconscious.
The entire room fell silent, as if even breathing had stopped.
All eyes were focused outside the ring, where Dai Mubai lay sprawled on the ground like a rag doll, already flying out of the competition area.
Upon losing consciousness, his White Tiger Vajra Transformation automatically dissipated, and his martial spirit was forced to retract into his body due to loss of control.
"Boss Dai!" Xiao Wu screamed.
She covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes flashing with fear and resentment. "How could this be? How could that bitch be so strong?"
Her voice trembled, but she didn't forget to steal glances at Tang San to observe his reaction.
Ma Hongjun's face turned deathly pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. "Boss... Boss."
He subconsciously took a half step back, swallowing hard as his Adam's apple bobbed. "This...this is too ruthless."
At this moment, Dai Mubai looked utterly pathetic.
He was covered in blood, his body covered in a dense network of claw marks, the most horrifying of which was the hideous wound on his chest, so deep that the bone was visible and the flesh was turned inside out.
If it weren't for his tightly furrowed brows trembling slightly and his chest heaving violently with rapid breathing, anyone would have thought he was a corpse.
Zhu Zhuqing stood on the arena, coldly observing everything.
In her final strike, she deliberately restrained her strength; killing was strictly prohibited in the Soul Master Competition, a rule she remembered very well.
Otherwise, with her full-force attack enhanced by all her soul power, Dai Mubai would have had no chance of survival.
"Mu Bai! Quickly, Jiang Zhu, Oscar, prepare the Healing Scepter and the Recovery Sausage immediately!" Yu Xiaogang's hoarse shout broke the silence.
His voice was distorted with panic, completely unlike his usual calm and composed self.
"I, I'm coming right now!" Jiangzhu hurriedly summoned the Healing Scepter, her voice filled with fear.
Oscar, his face pale, made sausages with trembling hands. "Boss Dai, hang in there."
Xiao Wu was the first to rush to the sidelines, kneeling beside Dai Mubai and forcing out a few tears.
She looked up at the referee through her tearful eyes, her voice suddenly becoming weak and pitiful, "Referee, this...this has gone beyond the scope of the competition, Zhu Zhuqing is clearly trying to kill someone."
Ma Hongjun hid behind and muttered to himself, "How about we just admit defeat?"
He glanced furtively in Zhu Zhuqing's direction, his obese body trembling slightly. "I don't want to end up like Boss Dai."
"Shut up!" Tang San suddenly shouted, his eyes fixed on Zhu Zhuqing on the arena with a sinister look. "I will personally settle this score."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu immediately wiped away her tears and looked at Tang San with admiration, "Third Brother, you must avenge Boss Dai!"
Her voice regained its sweet tone.
Ma Hongjun shrank back, not daring to say anything more, but the fear in his eyes did not diminish at all.
He quietly touched his stomach, secretly relieved that he wasn't the first one to go.
After examining Dai Mubai's injuries, the referee announced loudly, "The next contestant from Shrek Academy, please come to the stage."
Xiao Wu suddenly stood up, wiping away her tears, "It's my turn to go on stage!"
Her voice suddenly became firm, and a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes, "I will make that bitch pay the price."
As she turned around, she immediately adopted a weak expression and looked at Tang San, "Third Brother, I will fight for you. You will definitely be able to defeat Chu Xinghe!"
Tang San nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes, "Be careful of her soul bone skills."
Xiao Wu gracefully leaped onto the stage, a naive smile on her face, but the chill in her eyes was impossible to conceal. "Zhu Zhuqing, it's been a long time."
Her voice was sickeningly sweet, "I never imagined you'd become so amazing."
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