Chapter 371: A pile of rubble, a pool of blood, and a group of people with their own agendas.
Chapter 371: A pile of rubble, a pool of blood, and a group of people with their own agendas.
Pfft— A spray of blood erupted from Dai Mubai’s mouth, exploding into a crimson mist in mid-air.
His hulking, iron-tower-like body was sent flying by a force that was utterly impossible to resist.
His back slammed into and shattered a stone pillar at the edge of the training ground that would normally require three people to encircle.
Dai Mubai was embedded into the pile of rubble that had collapsed behind the stone pillar.
His right arm was twisted backwards at an eerie angle, white bone shards piercing through skin and flesh, exposed to the air mixed with dirt and blood.
He didn’t even have time to let out a scream before he passed out cold.
"..." The entire scene was deathly silent.
Flender, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar rushed forward almost instantly.
"Mubai!" Flender lifted Dai Mubai up.
He probed his body with spirit power, his face turning ashen instantly.
Three ribs broken, internal organs damaged; he would need at least a month to recover!
This isn’t a spar, this is clearly an attempt to kill!
"Tang San! Are you f*cking crazy?!"
Ma Hongjun’s eyes were bloodshot, his stout body trembling violently with rage, looking exactly like an angry bird that had its tail stepped on.
"This is a spar! Not a life-and-death duel!"
Oscar fumbled to pull out a Big Recovery Sausage, stuffing it into Dai Mubai’s mouth, his eyes red.
"Boss Dai, hold on! Even though the incantation for my Sausage is a bit lewd, the effect is definitely better than any small pill!"
Dai Mubai’s mouth twitched, unsure if it was from pain or anger.
Tang San expressionlessly retracted the Clear Sky Hammer.
That giant black hammer, coiled with Blue Silver Grass, shrank in his hand and finally disappeared.
Sunlight hit his cold profile, casting a shadow.
"I won." His voice was calm.
"You—" Ma Hongjun sprang to his feet, pointing at Tang San’s nose.
"Do you think you’re so f*cking impressive? Huh? Boss Dai was already at a disadvantage, and you still used such a heavy hand?!"
Tang San finally looked up at him.
"He wasn’t willing to admit defeat."
"So I helped him."
"You!!!" Ma Hongjun was trembling with rage, his Evil Fire PhoenixSpirit flickering behind him, flames dancing on his fists.
The Evil Fire Phoenix’s flames burned brighter and brighter, about to erupt—but Flender pressed his shoulder down.
"Enough." Flender’s voice was low, his spectacle lenses reflecting cold light.
He looked at Tang San and took a deep breath: "Tang San, I know you have resentment in your heart, but Mubai he—"
"Dean." Tang San interrupted him, not a hint of respect in his tone.
"I don’t need to hear this."
He turned around.
Those eyes were as calm as two dry wells.
No triumph, no guilt, no extraneous emotions.
He glanced at Dai Mubai lying on the ground, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking at a split log.
"I said it from the very beginning—I only care about winning."
Tang San’s voice was neither high nor low, but it clearly carried into the ears of everyone present.
"The Spirit MasterWorld does not care about sentiment or seniority; it only cares about strength."
"Dai Mubai couldn’t block my three hammers, which means he is not fit to be the captain."
"Since he isn’t fit, I will take over."
"I helped him recognize this fact, is there a problem?"
He paused, pulling his lips into a faint, shallow arc that looked like a smile, yet also like a sneer.
"If you are not convinced, you can come and try anytime. Before the Clear Sky Hammer, everyone is equal."
"You!" Ma Hongjun was so angry his knuckles cracked.
Tang San’s gaze moved away from Ma Hongjun and the others, slowly sweeping to the other side of the training ground.
Yu Tianheng, Oslo, Shi Mo, and Shi Mo.
As that gaze swept over them, a layer of cold sweat broke out across all four of their backs.
Oslo instinctively wanted to retort to Tang San, but was pulled back by Shi Mo from behind.
Shi Mo shook his head slightly.
The meaning in those eyes was clear—Tang San had just finished beating Dai Mubai, his Aura was at its peak; whoever stuck their head out now would be the next one lying on the ground.
Do you want to be the bird that sticks its neck out, or do you want to be a smart person?
Yu Tianheng clenched his fists tightly.
As the former chief of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and heir to the Blue Lightning Tyrant DragonSpirit, he had never been suppressed by someone’s gaze like this in his life.
Yet, he couldn’t spit out a single word of rebuttal.
Tang San had defeated Dai Mubai with only three hammers.
Three hammers to crush a Level 44 Spirit Ancestor.
This disparity in combat power could no longer be made up for by courage or backbone.
It was like taking a porcelain bowl and slamming it against an iron pot; the more courage you had, the more thoroughly you would shatter.
"From now on, I am the captain of the Shrek Team."
Tang San’s voice was not loud, but it was as if he were using a hammer to knock every word into everyone’s bones.
"Who agrees? Who opposes?"
The silence was suffocating.
Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth, the taste of blood seeping from his gums.
"I oppose"—those three words were stuck in his throat.
But he glanced at the rubble pile where Dai Mubai lay, life or death unknown, and swallowed those three words back down.
He wasn’t afraid of death. He was afraid of dying for nothing.
The arc of Tang San’s mouth finally had some temperature—unfortunately, it was the temperature of ice.
"Very good, it seems no one opposes."
He stepped forward and walked out of the training ground.
His pace was steady, and when passing by Yu Tianheng, Tang San’s footsteps paused.
He didn’t look at Yu Tianheng, just turned his head and said a sentence in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Yu Tianheng, you are a smart person."
"A smart person should know when to speak and when to shut up."
"..."
The footsteps faded away.
Until Tang San’s figure completely disappeared into the sunlight at the end of the training ground.
The heavy Aura pressing down on everyone’s heads finally receded slowly like a tide.
Oslo collapsed onto the ground, the clothes on his back already soaked through with cold sweat, sticking to his skin, ice-cold.
He gasped for air, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
"Is he really Tang San? Why does it feel like he’s become a different person?"
He was somewhat bewildered.
"Damn it..."
Ma Hongjun punched the ground, the stone slab cracking, rubble flying up half a foot high.
"Who the hell does he think he is! Isn’t he just relying on his father? Isn’t he just relying on his twin spirits? What did our Boss Dai ever do to wrong him!"
Flender slowly pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, the light reflecting off the lenses masking all the emotions in his eyes.
"Take Mubai to get treated first."
Flender’s back looked as desolate as an old man whose spine had been pulled out.
...
The wind blew across the training ground, swirling up rubble and dust all over the ground.
Yu Xiaogang stood in the shadows at the edge of the field.
The wind stirred his graying hair, and there was not a trace of color on his furrowed face.
As the Grandmaster of Theory of Shrek Academy, he had witnessed everything from start to finish.
From the angle where he stood, he could just see Tang San’s profile as he turned and left.
It was clearly the outline of Tang Hao in his youth—equally cold and hard, equally resolute, equally crazy.
But he couldn’t do anything.
A smile of extreme bitterness tugged at the corners of Yu Xiaogang’s mouth.
"The advantage of twin spirits lies in the ability to Cultivate them sequentially, avoiding the restrictions of spirit ring age limits, and theoretically reaching a height unprecedented in history."
"This is the theory I spent twenty years deducing; it is the research achievement I am most proud of in my life."
His fingers dug deeply into his arms.
But now, for the sake of forcibly reaching a Breakthrough to Spirit Ancestor, Little San had only attached thousand-year spirit rings to the first three slots of his Clear Sky Hammer.
A thousand years!
For twin spirits, this is wasting talent!
Such a smart child, how could he not understand this principle?
"He clearly knows the consequences better than anyone... He could clearly have tried to solve the Spirit issue..."
The wind blew away his murmurs.
As the Grandmaster of Theory, Yu Xiaogang understood better than anyone what this meant.
Once the balance between the two Spirits was completely broken, Tang San would no longer have the advantage of twin spirits.
His future, that future which should have been brilliantly limitless, had been brutally severed by this momentary, crazy eagerness for quick success.
Everything was deviating from the track.
The mutation of the Blue Silver Grass, the departure of Xiao Wu, and that ProdigyLin Qingmo who burst onto the scene, crushing Little San’s pride time and time again...
All the threads had snapped.
And he, as the teacher, could do nothing but stand on the sidelines and watch.
"My theory... where should it go from here..."
Yu Xiaogang’s voice dissipated into the wind, with no one to answer.
On the training ground, there was nothing left but a pile of rubble, a pool of blood, and a group of people with their own agendas.
(End of Chapter)
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