manynovel Chapter 173 Tang 3 Returns? Master: The Advantage Lies With Me!
Chapter 173 Tang 3 Returns? Master: The Advantage Lies With Me!
Chapter 173 Tang San Returns? Master: The Advantage Lies With Me!
The sun shone brightly, and the sky was clear and cloudless.
A gentle, warm breeze, carrying a hint of heat, was currently wafting across the Shrek Academy's playground. Many students dressed in dingy green uniforms could be seen moving about within the academy.
Not far away, the master sat in a wheelchair, covered with a thin blanket.
Although his complexion was still pale, it was much better than it had been a few months ago. Liu Erlong stood quietly behind him, holding a half-bowl of unfinished medicinal soup.
It turns out that Liu Erlong rushed back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan overnight, begging Yu Yuanzhen, who was in seclusion, to save her. When he learned that his own son had been severely injured by Dugu Bo after having his bloodline extracted, the Thunder Douluo was furious, but in the end, reason prevailed over his anger.
After all, it's all for a good-for-nothing!
Making an enemy of someone like Dugu Bo is not a wise move.
Finally, the old father secretly allowed Liu Erlong to take away the sect's treasured Resurrection Grass and Dragon Blood Ginseng, which barely saved the master's life.
At this moment, a row of students stood neatly in front of the master.
They are Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Xiao Wu, as well as Tailong, Huang Yuan, Jingling, Jiangzhu, and others.
The four people behind were the main force that Liu Erlong had prepared for this year's Soul Master Competition before Blue Tyrant Academy was renamed Shrek Academy.
They were all elites whom Liu Erlong had painstakingly cultivated and kept in the academy.
Looking at the group of people before him, the master's expression darkened, and he sighed, saying:
"Although Mu Bai's soul power has just broken through to level 40, the overall strength of the Shrek Academy team is not as good as before. Ning Rongrong dropped out of school and returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and Xiao San is still missing... Alas, with the Soul Master Competition just around the corner, we can't even put together a complete seven-person lineup. Shrek Academy like this will probably have a hard time even qualifying for the preliminary rounds."
Shrek Academy... is finished.
Upon hearing this, Liu Erlong placed the medicine bowl on the stone table beside her, gently placed her hand on the master's trembling shoulder, and softly comforted him:
"Xiao Gang, don't say that. Those little monsters are still young. Even if we're eliminated this time, five years from now, they'll definitely become a team that will shock the entire continent. Right now, taking care of your health is the most important thing."
The master sighed deeply, his cloudy eyes filled with despair, and said, "Erlong, you don't need to comfort me. With the lineup so depleted, we don't even know if Xiao San will come back. What future can we talk about? How can Mu Bai alone shoulder this burden? My martial spirit theory is probably..."
"How could that be? The children are all working hard. Mu Bai broke through to level 40, and Fatty and Zhu Qing are also making rapid progress. Even if their results weren't good this time, it's still valuable experience. Your health has only just started to improve, so you mustn't overwork yourself or get upset again." Liu Erlong tightened his grip slightly and continued to comfort them.
At this moment, apart from Zhu Zhuqing, no one noticed that Dai Mubai's face had become extremely ugly. His face was ashen, and his knuckles were white from clenching his fists.
The brutal competition rules of the Star Luo Empire's royal family.
If he were to lose to his brother in this competition, what awaited him would not only be defeat, but also the tragic end of having his soul power destroyed and being completely exiled. The immense pressure weighed on Dai Mubai's heart like a boulder, almost suffocating him.
"Master! What else can you do besides sighing and saying we're finished all day long?" With his chest heaving violently, Dai Mubai's long-suppressed anger finally erupted in his evil eyes.
"Didn't you claim to be invincible in theory? Now that the team is short-handed and lacks strength, isn't this exactly the time when you need to come up with solutions? All you do is sit in your wheelchair complaining that it's all over! You just run away from setbacks, is this what you call master demeanor?"
"We haven't even stepped onto the field, and you've already sentenced us to death! Since you think we're doomed to lose, what's the point of us even participating? We might as well just disband!"
He took a sudden step forward, his voice filled with barely suppressed resentment.
"You...you..."
The master was so angry at this sudden rebuttal that he trembled all over. His finger trembled as he pointed at Dai Mubai, his face turned red instantly, and his chest heaved violently, almost causing him to faint.
Seeing this, Liu Erlong's face darkened, and he shouted sternly:
"Mu Bai! Shut up! How dare you speak to your teacher like that!"
Dai Mubai was now consumed by rage and no longer cared about hierarchy. He abruptly turned to Liu Erlong, his eyes bloodshot, and said in an even more agitated voice:
"Division commander? Look at him now! Besides slumping there wallowing in self-pity and spouting discouraging things, does he have even a shred of what a division commander should be?!"
Before Liu Erlong could refute him, he directly targeted the latter.
"And you, Vice Dean Erlong! Besides spending all your time feeding him medicine and listening to his endless 'it's all 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 take care of the one who sighs! You don't care at all whether Shrek is finished or not, right?!"
Dai Mubai's words came out like a machine gun, filled with long-suppressed resentment and unwillingness, pouring out all the panic and pressure in his heart.
"What do you know! No matter how strong my martial soul theory is, can I conjure up a soul bone out of thin air? Can I find Tang San and Ning Rongrong?!" Provoked by Dai Mubai's words, Grandmaster slammed his hand on the armrest of his wheelchair and struggled to stand up. His pale face turned purple, and he retorted in a sharp voice.
"On the contrary, it's you! Dai Mubai!"
Then, as if he had seized some kind of 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! Back in Soto City, you spent your days hanging out in brothels, neglecting your cultivation! Now that a formidable enemy is at hand, instead of thinking about how to improve, you have the nerve to criticize me?"
"If you hadn't been too lazy in your cultivation, you wouldn't be just a Soul Master now! You should really reflect on whether you've been seriously cultivating all these years!"
The master's uncharacteristic outburst and self-criticism completely ruined the solemn atmosphere of the pre-match pep rally, turning it into something as embarrassing as a shrewish street brawl.
When the master exposed his shortcomings in public, a cold killing intent flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes. His evil eyes revealed a fierce light. As soon as he took a step forward, his soul power fluctuated violently.
However, the moment his foot landed, something unexpected happened!
Without warning, a dozen jet-black blue silver grasses, shimmering with a dark luster, burst forth from the ground beneath his feet, rapidly coiling upwards like living venomous pythons, converging above his head in an instant, and finally weaving into a sturdy cage, trapping him firmly in place!
"This is?!"
Upon seeing this, Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically. This familiar method of control, coupled with the powerful and icy aura, sent a jolt through him, and he subconsciously exclaimed in a low voice:
"Black Blue Silver Grass? Tang San?!"
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suddenly turned around to look.
A blue figure, swift as lightning, leaped down from the rooftop beside the playground, rushing towards him with an icy chill!
The figure moved at an extreme speed, almost leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.
The next second, a sharp whistling sound pierced straight into his throat!
Before Dai Mubai could even fully activate his soul power, a long spider leg, shimmering with a chilling purple light and seemingly cast in metal, had already stopped precisely in front of his Adam's apple. The cold tip instantly sent shivers down his spine.
Just one more inch forward, and I could easily pierce his throat.
"Little...Mistress? Is it really you? You're back?!" Upon seeing that familiar yet somewhat strange and cold figure, the master was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with wild joy. He was so excited that he almost struggled to get up from his wheelchair, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Upon seeing the newcomer, a look of surprise and delight shone in the eyes of everyone on the playground.
Xiao Wu's eyes reddened, and she excitedly cried out, "Brother!"
Then, as usual, he pounced on it.
However, Tang San did not greet her as he had in the past. Instead, he fixed his icy gaze on Dai Mubai and said coldly, "Dai Mubai, you actually dared to insult my teacher while I was away. I think you... are already courting death!"
Upon hearing this,
Dai Mubai froze on the spot, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously beneath the sharp spearhead.
A disdainful smirk played on Tang San's lips as he coldly continued:
"For the sake of our years of being classmates, and with the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament about to begin and the academy still needing manpower... I'll let you off this time."
He paused slightly, his killing intent intensifying, "If there's a next time, I will use your blood to wash away the insult you inflicted on my teacher!"
After saying that, Tang San had a thought, and the pitch-black blue-silver cage instantly disintegrated, turning into streaks of black light that returned to his body. At the same time, the eight spider spears on his back also retracted with a whoosh.
Without looking at Dai Mubai, whose face was ashen and who remained silent, Tang San turned around and strode to Grandmaster. Under everyone's gaze, he knelt down without hesitation.
"Teacher! Your unfilial disciple has returned late!"
"I'm sorry to have worried you, I'm sorry to have humiliated you!"
Looking at his disciple kneeling before him, the master's eyes were filled with excitement and relief. He quickly reached out his trembling hand to help him up, saying, "Get up, get up! It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back! It's not too late, not at all too late, it's just the right time!"
Tang San got up as instructed, but did not speak again. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand, and a faint black light emerged from his palm.
Immediately afterwards, a blue silver grass with a completely different shape than before quietly emerged. Its leaves became thicker and wider, with fine serrations on the edges, and its entire body was a deep, dark black.
However, what caused the entire audience to fall silent and everyone's pupils to shrink was that, with the appearance of this mutated Blue Silver Grass, four spirit rings also spiraled up from Tang San's feet!
Two yellows, one purple, and...
That last, deep, chilling black spirit ring!
The moment this black spirit ring appeared, it seemed as if even some of the surrounding sunlight was swallowed up.
"Wh...what?!"
The master's exclamation suddenly rose in pitch. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the black ten-thousand-year soul ring, and his voice changed tone.
"This...how is this possible? A ten-thousand-year spirit ring! A black fourth spirit ring!?"
As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, shook his head, and carefully observed the black ten-thousand-year soul ring on Tang San's body.
His theoretical knowledge told him that this was absolutely impossible!
The limit of the fourth spirit ring is clearly around seven thousand years, so how could it absorb a ten-thousand-year spirit ring?
"Teacher, have you forgotten that my greatest skill is turning the impossible into the possible? Now, do you think we have a chance in this competition?" Tang San said with a slight smile.
Suddenly raising his head, the dejection and despair in the master's eyes were instantly replaced by a burning light, and he seemed to be infused with boundless vitality, saying:
"Great! Great! Great! You've come back just in time!"
"As expected of my disciple, Yu Xiaogang! A fourth spirit ring that's ten thousand years old—on the entire Douluo Continent, he's probably unprecedented and will likely never be seen again!"
"With your fourth spirit ring, which is ten thousand years old, coupled with your formidable control and command abilities, the advantage in this Spirit Master Competition will undoubtedly be on Shrek Academy's side!"
"It's done! My martial soul theory, Yu Xiaogang's theory, is complete! A fourth spirit ring that lasts ten thousand years!"
"From today onwards, let's see who dares to question my theory of martial spirits!"
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