"No wonder he hadn't used the Mountain Dragon Martial Soul before. It wasn't because he was showing off; it was because even he couldn't control it properly."
Nan Fusheng, seated among the audience, watched the scene as well. After Long Yue unleashed his Martial Soul, something was clearly wrong with him. At the very least, Nan Fusheng could tell that violent, savage emotion wasn't fake.
"His bloodline is strange too. It's somewhat like Tang Wulin's situation, but also a little different."
What did it mean to be like Tang Wulin's situation? It meant that Long Yue seemed somewhat incompatible with his own bloodline, giving off a subtle sense of discord.
"I remember far too little about this character."
Even with memories from his previous life, how could Nan Fusheng have bothered remembering a supporting character? As a result, he didn't know much about Long Yue either.
"I'll find a chance to look into it at the Spirit Pagoda."
Nan Fusheng glanced at Lu Fa's match. It was another crushing victory. That made sense—the gap in strength was simply too great. Up to this point, no one in the entire tournament had managed to force out his Martial Soul.
The Body Sect's Innate Secret Method was simply far too compatible with Lu Fa's Behemoth Bloodline.
Since he didn't need to take part in the one-on-one or two-on-two matches, this period was a rare stretch of leisure for Nan Fusheng. Cai Yue'er and Wu Changkong also seemed to have forgotten about them, having not appeared for quite a while.
Still, through his spiritual perception, Nan Fusheng discovered that Cai Yue'er had been watching their battles. She likely hadn't shown herself because of some sort of trial again.
That was what was bad about Shrek Academy. They were always thinking of testing their