"And you, Vice-Dean Erlong! Besides guarding him all day and feeding him medicine, humoring his 'it's over, it's over' nonsense, what substantial preparations have you made for the Academy?"
"One of you only knows how to sigh, and the other only knows how to care for the one who sighs! You don't care at all if Shrek is finished, do you?!"
Dai Mubai's words poured out like a barrage, full of long-suppressed indignation and unwillingness, completely unleashing his inner panic and pressure.
"What do you know! No matter how strong my Martial Soul theory is, can it conjure Soul Bones out of thin air? Can it bring back Tang San and Ning Rongrong?!" Master, provoked by Dai Mubai's words, slapped the armrest of his wheelchair, struggling to stand up, his pale face turning purple as he retorted sharply.
"On the contrary, it's you! Dai Mubai!"
Immediately after, as if he had grasped some leverage, his finger trembled as he pointed at Dai Mubai, his tone becoming harsh and out of control.
"Don't think I don't know! You used to frequent brothels in Soto City every day, neglecting your Cultivation! Now, with a great enemy before us, instead of thinking about how to improve, you have the audacity to criticize me?"
"If it weren't for your lack of effort in your own Cultivation, why would you only be a Spirit Ancestor now! You should reflect deeply on whether you have cultivated diligently all these years!"
Master's un-elderly shouts and public exposure of Dai Mubai's shortcomings completely shattered the solemn atmosphere of the pre-competition pep rally, making it as awkward as a market shrew cursing on the street.
Being publicly exposed by Master, a cold killing intent suddenly flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes, his evil gaze revealing ferocity. He took one step forward, his surrounding Soul Power fluctuating violently.
However, the moment his foot landed, an unexpected change occurred!
Over a dozen pitch-black Blue Silver Grass, shimmering with a dark luster, burst from the ground beneath his feet without warning, rapidly coiling upwards like living venomous pythons, instantly converging above his head, and finally weaving into a sturdy prison, trapping him firmly in place!
"This is?!"
Seeing this, Dai Mubai's face changed dramatically. This familiar method of control, and the powerful, icy aura, sent a huge shock through his heart, and he subconsciously gasped in a low voice:
"Black Blue Silver Grass? Tang San?!"
As this thought flashed, he abruptly turned his head to look.
A blue figure, swift as lightning, leaped from the roof beside the training ground, rushing towards him with an icy chill!
The speed of this figure was extreme, almost leaving an afterimage in the air.
The next second, a sharp whooshing sound pierced towards his throat!
Dai Mubai didn't even have time to fully activate his Soul Power when a spider leg, shimmering with a chilling purple light and appearing to be cast from metal, had already stopped precisely before his Adam's apple, its icy tip instantly raising goosebumps on his skin.
Just one more inch, and it could easily pierce his throat.
"Little... Little San? Is it really you? You're back?!" Seeing the familiar yet somewhat cold and unfamiliar figure, Master was first stunned, then his face was overcome with ecstasy. He was so excited he almost struggled out of his wheelchair, his voice trembling.
Upon seeing the newcomer, the eyes of everyone on the training ground also burst with a light of surprise.
Xiao Wu's eyes even reddened, and she excitedly cried out: "Brother!"
Then, as usual, she rushed over.
However, Tang San did not greet her as he usually would. Instead, he fixed his icy gaze on Dai Mubai and said coldly: "Dai Mubai, you actually insulted my teacher while I was away. I see you... have a death wish!"
Hearing these words.
Dai Mubai froze in place, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty beneath the sharp spear tip.
A sneer played on his lips, and Tang San continued coldly:
"Considering our years as classmates, and with the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament about to begin, the Academy still needs people... I will spare you this time."
At this point, his words paused slightly, and his killing intent grew stronger, "If there's a next time, I will use your blood to wash away your insult to my teacher!"
Having said that, Tang San's mind moved, and the pitch-black Blue Silver Prison instantly disintegrated, transforming into streams of black light that retracted into his body. At the same time, the Eight Spider Lances on his back also retracted with a whoosh.
No longer looking at the ashen-faced, silent Dai Mubai, Tang San turned and quickly walked to Master. Under everyone's gaze, he knelt down without hesitation with a thud.
"Teacher! Your Disciple is unfilial, I returned late!"
"I made you worry, I made you suffer humiliation!"
Looking at the Disciple kneeling before him, Master's eyes were full of excitement and relief. He quickly reached out his trembling hand to help him up: "Get up quickly, get up quickly! It's good you're back, it's good you're back! Not late, not late at all, it's just in time!"
Tang San stood up as instructed, but did not speak further. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand, and a faint black light surged from his palm.
Immediately after, a Blue Silver Grass, completely different in form from before, quietly emerged. Its leaves became wider and thicker, with fine serrations along the edges, and its entire body presented a deep, dark black color.
However, what made the entire scene fall silent and caused everyone's pupils to constrict was that with the appearance of this mutated Blue Silver Grass, four spirit rings also spiraled up from Tang San's feet!
Two yellow, one purple, and... finally, that deeply unsettling black spirit ring!
The moment this black spirit ring appeared, it seemed as if even the surrounding sunlight was swallowed a little.
"Wh-what?!"
Master's exclamation suddenly rose in pitch. He leaned slightly forward, his gaze fixed on this black ten-thousand-year spirit ring, his voice completely changed.
"This... how is this possible? A ten-thousand-year spirit ring! A black fourth spirit ring?!"
As he spoke, he vigorously rubbed his eyes, then shook his head, carefully observing the black ten-thousand-year spirit ring on Tang San.
His theoretical knowledge told him that this was absolutely impossible!
The limit for a fourth spirit ring was clearly around seven thousand years; how could one absorb a ten-thousand-year spirit ring?
"Teacher, have you forgotten that what I'm best at is making the impossible possible? Now, do you think we have a chance in this competition?" Tang San said with a slight smile.
Suddenly raising his head, the former dejection and despair in Master's eyes were instantly replaced by a burning light, and his entire being seemed to be infused with boundless vitality, saying:
"Good! Good! This is excellent! Little San, you've returned at the perfect time!"
"As expected of my Disciple, Yu Xiaogang! A ten-thousand-year fourth spirit ring, throughout the entire Douluo Continent, is probably unprecedented and unmatched!"
"With your ten-thousand-year fourth spirit ring, coupled with your powerful control and command abilities, the advantage in this Soul Master Competition will undoubtedly be on our Shrek Academy's side!"
"It's done! My Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul theory is a success! A ten-thousand-year fourth spirit ring!"
"From today onwards, let's see who dares to question my Martial Soul theory?"
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