Chapter 134: Your Youth No Longer Has Regrets
[Time flowed on. The Grand Finals officially began.]
[You stood together with Hu Liena and the others, the expression on your face rather intriguing.]
[This Hu Liena seemed… quite interested in you?]
[Seeing this, Yan clenched his fists so hard his molars nearly shattered.]
[No one within Spirit Academy knew your true strength. But among your classmates, every single one had once been sent flying by a single slap from you…]
[When the grandson of Demon Bear Douluo saw you, he immediately bowed and scraped. Though older than you, he called you "big brother."]
[He was still young, his talent decent, but he had no chance to participate in this year's tournament.]
[After being beaten by you a few years ago, and then disciplined again by his grandfather, the grandson of Demon Bear Elder had learned to keep a low profile. He had recognized reality.]
[There were indeed a handful of people in this world he could not afford to offend. You were one of them.]
[According to his grandfather, you were highly likely to succeed the Second Worship. In the future, you would certainly stand at the upper echelons of Spirit Hall.]
[Calling you "big brother" now was not a loss in the slightest!]
[Demon Bear Elder himself stood on the side of the Douluo Hall. He also had a chance to break through to Rank 96 and enter the Douluo Hall. You all belonged to the same small faction.]
[You did not care at all. Those who understand the times are heroes; his attitude in admitting fault was perfectly correct.]
[Your gaze shifted toward the Heaven Dou Empire's competing team. You saw Tang San and paused. Only then did you realize there seemed to be something you had forgotten to do.]
[You killed Xiao Wu. Golden Crocodile Douluo killed Tang Hao. Yet somehow, Tang San had been overlooked.]
[Your expression did not change in the slightest, but inwardly you muttered, Is this the protagonist's plot-armor aura? Making you forget to eliminate him!]
[Now that you remembered, you decided to send Tang San to reunite with Tang Hao. Of course, that would have to wait until after the tournament.]
[On the first day of competition, your team received a bye. This was the privilege of the Spirit Hall Team and likewise of the two great empires' seeded teams.]
[When you saw Tang San and the others take the stage, you were surprised. Within the Shrek Team, there was no Xiao Wu, naturally, since you had killed her. But why were Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong absent as well?]
[Though you did not understand, you did not dwell on it. With your hands clasped behind your back, you turned and left.]
[The second round arrived. Under the gaze of countless spectators, several unfamiliar figures appeared in the VIP section of Spirit Hall. They were the Worship elders of the Douluo Hall.]
[Not only were the masses shocked, but even Bibi Dong also looked confused.]
[You may have talent, but was it really worth all the Worship elders coming to support you?]
[Even that old fellow Qian Daoliu had come…]
[The first match was the Spirit Hall Team's battle.]
[The audience's eyes fell upon the Golden Generation and upon you.]
[The Golden Generation strode confidently toward the stage. You gave a wicked smile, feeling that such formalities were unnecessary.]
[You took one step forward, space shattered. Your figure vanished from its original position. In the next instant, you appeared on the arena platform a hundred meters away.]
[Audience, opponents: …]
[Your teammates: …]
[Worship Elders: ...]
[The commentator stood there dumbfounded. He had the vague feeling that something "unclean" had slipped into the contestants' ranks. How was he supposed to commentate this?]
[One step space shattered, and the contestant appeared a hundred meters away instantly??]
[Even most Titled Douluo could not accomplish such a feat, right?]
[Most importantly, you had not used your martial soul nor any soul bone or soul skill…]
[This move of yours was simply explosive. Even Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted involuntarily.]
[He glanced at Golden Crocodile Douluo, who wore a faint smile, then at you. His expression became extraordinarily complex.]
[As an Ultimate Douluo, he understood perfectly what you had just done… You have already reached Rank 99!!]
[Qian Daoliu: ...]
[Your opponents trembled, swallowing nervously as they slowly climbed onto the stage.]
[Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan were completely ignored. All attention was focused solely on you.]
Wang Li: "..."
...A leopard can't change its spots… cough. Sure enough, give him a bit of strength, and he just has to show off. That bad habit really couldn't be fixed.
[You stood with your hands behind your back, face expressionless. You tilted your head slightly, looking at your opponents.]
[You merely released a wisp of aura. Instantly, all your opponents collapsed to the ground, their faces drained of color.]
[You stepped forward, looking down at them.]
[You spoke.]
["A soul master must press forward fearlessly, unafraid of hardship, setbacks, or powerful enemies. Only then can one advance further."]
["Yet faced with me, in a match where death is not even on the line, you tremble in fear like this. How can you ever become true powerhouses?"]
["Will you surrender as cowards, or fight without leaving regrets in your youth? That is your choice."]
[Your words stunned the young soul masters. Their blood began to boil, and the way they looked at you changed.]
[Those who made it here were all prodigies chosen from thousands, each a favored genius of their region.]
[They had their own pride. If they were frightened into losing their will to advance, into fearing strong enemies from now on, how could they accept that?]
[Your opponents, fired up, stood back up from the ground, glaring at you fiercely!]
[The Worship elders: ...]
[To stop your opponents from surrendering, you were really pulling out all the stops.]
[You stood at the very front of your team. As the referee declared the match had begun, you gave a wicked smile and vanished from sight.]
[When you reappeared, you were already in front of an opponent. You raised your right hand and slapped him across the face.]
[You vanished again. When you appeared once more, the first person you had slapped was only then sent flying, crashing heavily out of the arena.]
[Backhand another slap. You vanished again…]
[By the time you had delivered seven resounding slaps, Hu Liena and the others had only just released their martial souls, staring at you blankly.]
[The opponents clutched their faces, staring at you in the arena in bewilderment.]
[You stood with your hands behind your back and said.]
["Your youth no longer has regrets."]
[With that, you stepped forward. Space fractured before you, and your figure disappeared from the arena.]
[Audience: ...]
[No regrets in youth? Getting slapped so hard that several teeth were knocked out and then being sent flying off the stage—that counted as no regrets?]
[The audience here was different from the preliminary rounds. Ninety percent were soul masters. They could clearly see just how terrifying you truly were.]
[The remaining competing teams frowned deeply, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads. Your opponents were no weaklings; they had advanced by defeating another team!]
[Yet in a single instant, you had slapped them all off the arena, one by one. Not even their teachers or deans could achieve such a feat.]
[Many began to doubt your age, especially Shrek Academy.]
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