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"Support System?"

Chao Tianxiang thought she misheard and asked again hesitantly.

"That's right, still the Food System," Zhao Wuji said with an embarrassed expression.

"Still the Food System?"

Chao Tianxiang's heart tightened. Food System Soul Masters were inherently harder to cultivate than ordinary Soul Masters, yet this young man had broken through level thirty at only fourteen or fifteen years old.

Chao Tianxiang's eyes lit up. If she could recruit such a genius Food System Soul Master into her sect, it would be a huge profit.

Zhao Wuji seemed to see through Chao Tianxiang's intentions. He coughed twice, "Sister Chao, how about this? I have a few disciples who are level twenty-nine. Perhaps they could fight in Oscar's place?"

The Snake Dowager had lost count of how many times she had been stunned. If not for Zhao Wuji's presence, she would have definitely taken this entire group of young men and women back to her sect! When they grew up, they might even be able to contend with the Upper Three Sects.

However, with Zhao Wuji by her side, she could only hide this thought deep in her heart and say with envy, jealousy, and hatred, "Your academy is truly fortunate."

"Haha, just average, average," Zhao Wuji said with a bright smile.

"Then who among you will fight?"

Ignoring Zhao Wuji, who was already carried away by his triumph, Chao Tianxiang addressed the Shrek group.

Shrek Academy currently had only two people at level twenty-nine: Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu was feeling inexplicably down, so Tang San stepped forward.

"Let me," Tang San said calmly as he stepped out.

Zhao Wuji nodded. If he had to choose who he trusted the most among this group of little monsters, it would be Tang San, even though this guy...

He remembered the bulges on Tang San's body when school started and couldn't help but feel a bit of lingering fear. This kid was a tough character, and his... well, speaking of the devil, speaking of the devil...

Although Chao Tianxiang was old, her eyesight was still good. She sized up Tang San from head to toe and then nodded, "Alright, are you okay with this, Yiran?"

Chao Tianxiang naturally wouldn't object. Tang San was only level twenty-nine, so in a way, her granddaughter had the advantage.

"Fine."

The young girl said coldly. Although the talent of these young men and women had deeply struck her, the unexpected twists and turns to the soul ring she was about to obtain made her even angrier.

After all, her Martial Soul was the Snake Head Staff, and a good snake soul beast was not easy to find.

The two stood in place and introduced themselves.

"Meng Yiran, Martial Soul: Serpent Cane, level thirty, a Rank 2 Battle Soul Master."

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, level twenty-nine, Battle Soul Master."

"Your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass? And you're only level twenty-nine?" Meng Yiran frowned. What kind of joke was this? Blue Silver Grass could also be cultivated?

"Is there a problem?" Tang San asked nonchalantly, as he had encountered this situation more than once.

Chao Tianxiang, standing nearby, was also a bit surprised and subconsciously looked at Zhao Wuji, "Blue Silver Grass can also be cultivated."

Zhao Xuan couldn't help but curl his lips, "What's so strange about that? As long as a Martial Soul has Soul Power, it can be cultivated, right? Besides, Little San has Innate Full Soul Power."

"Innate Full Soul Power?" Chao Tianxiang's eyes nearly turned red. Damn it, what kind of place was this Shrek Academy? How could they have such little monsters?

The Shrek group cast looks of disdain at Chao Tianxiang. What was so strange about that?

In fact, among the nine Shrek members, quite a few had Innate Full Soul Power. Zhao Xuan, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar—that was more than half the group. The rest had at least level eight Innate Soul Power!

Meanwhile, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and sunlight dappled through the trees, creating shifting paths of light.

Tang San gently raised his right hand, "Please!"

Meng Yiran was already furious and certainly wouldn't hold back. Moreover, with two Soul Emperors and Soul Sages nearby, she wasn't afraid of not being able to control her strength.

Picking up her two-meter-long Snake Head Staff, Meng Yiran swung it fiercely at Tang San. Though she appeared delicate, her moves were exceptionally domineering.

Zhao Xuan and Zhao Wuji also watched vigilantly, afraid that Tang San might meet with an accident.

Tang San was unhurried. While one weapon might be longer and stronger, it had a fatal flaw: inflexibility. Tang San, who had mastered the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, had exceptionally outstanding footwork.

With a few elegant dodges, Tang San effortlessly evaded Meng Yiran's several attacks. After dodging a few times, Tang San seized an opportunity.

First Soul Skill, Entangle, activate!

Dark blue Blue Silver Grass grew wildly from the ground without warning. This seemingly insignificant grass, the most common on the Douluo Continent, instantly unleashed its power, wrapping Meng Yiran up like a zongzi.

Tang San smiled slightly, "I believe this match can end now, right?"

Tang San was quite confident in his first Soul Skill, especially the paralyzing toxin derived from the Mandala Snake.

Meng Yiran's pretty face was frosty, "Arrogant!"

The enveloped Meng Yiran let out a cold snort. Her two Soul Rings lit up simultaneously, and she slipped out of the layers of Blue Silver Grass like a snake shedding its skin.

Seeing the situation was unfavorable, Tang San quickly retreated. He stared intently at Meng Yiran, "You weren't poisoned?"

Zhao Xuan seemed to understand, "There are some creatures whose venom surpasses that of snakes. She can definitely resist some of it."

"Geez, Zhao Xuan, you're only focusing on that," Ma Hongjun's excited voice came from the side.

"What?"

Zhao Xuan turned to look. Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai's eyes were shining like light bulbs, their breathing heavy. The girls' expressions had clearly worsened.

A thought crossed Zhao Xuan's mind, and he turned to look at the battlefield again, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

Damn, Xiao San, how did your Soul Skill get so awesome?

He hadn't noticed the details in his initial glance. Tang San's First Soul Skill, the Blue Silver Grass, injected paralyzing toxins with its thorns. Although Meng Yiran wasn't poisoned, her tight-fitting clothes were riddled with small holes, revealing glimpses of her figure.

"You pervert!"

Meng Yiran, a mixture of shame and fury, swung her Serpent Cane with more ferocity than usual.

Tang San, unable to explain himself, could only helplessly dodge. The snake's mouth on the Serpent Cane had a blade, which sliced through ordinary Blue Silver Grass vines like cutting through tofu.

Meng Yiran's Serpent Cane pressed forward aggressively. Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye and struck at its weak point, the seven-inch mark. The cane trembled, and Meng Yiran, startled, controlled the blade to slide down from the top of the cane, aiming for Tang San's hand.

However, Tang San had cultivated a peculiar hand-strengthening technique. Under its activation, his hands were like white jade, indestructible. He seized the snake blade.

The two were locked in a stalemate, gradually escalating into a battle of Soul Power.

"This can't go on," Zhao Wuji muttered.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Xuan asked.

"A contest of Soul Power is a very dangerous duel. A single misstep can lead to severe injury."

"Then will Xiao San be okay?" Xiao Wu, though distracted, had been keeping an eye on Tang San. Seeing this, she couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"I don't know." Zhao Wuji stared intently at the two.

Logically, Meng Yiran's Soul Power should be deeper than Tang San's. But she was too eager to attack, and her Soul Power initially occupied two-thirds of the Serpent Cane's area. However, Tang San's Soul Power was tenacious; he held his ground without retreating. Later, as Meng Yiran's Soul Power began to wane, he gradually matched her, and then slowly gained the upper hand.

"Let's both make a move. The Soul Ring will be yours," Snake Dowager Chao Tianxiang said from the side, shaking her head. It wasn't worth such a struggle for a single Soul Ring.

Zhao Wuji also smiled, "That would be for the best."

The two attacked almost simultaneously, helping the youngsters withdraw from the Soul Power contest.

Meng Yiran's face turned pale, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood, looking incredibly frail.

Tang San wasn't faring much better either, feeling his Soul Power churning within his internal organs.

However, this clearly showed who was superior.

Oscar, standing nearby, eagerly stepped forward, fawning over Tang San. With a beaming smile, he held out a pile of sausages. "Xiao San, you've worked hard, worked hard."

Tang San shook his head and didn't take them for the moment. He cupped his hands towards Meng Yiran opposite him. "I concede."

Meng Yiran naturally didn't give him a pleasant look. She glared at Tang San through gritted teeth, then angrily turned to leave. "Grandmother, let's go!"

Chao Tianxiang, fearing something might happen to Meng Yiran, didn't say much and quickly followed her.