Yang Ming's Conditions

Yang Ming's Atlas Spear successfully struck Zhao Wuji, but Zhao Wuji's instinctive Soul Power protection also rebounded against Yang Ming as he had hoped.

"Thud, thud, thud, thud..."

Yang Ming staggered back seven steps in a row, blood spilling slightly from the corner of his mouth. However, he had no time to care about that now. He wanted to know the outcome even more.

At this moment, inside Zhao Wuji's inner world.

After a deafening boom.

The colossal Atlas Spear formed from Yang Ming's 'Royal Power' Spear Intent had vanished, leaving behind only a massive bear covered in wounds and blood. Though severely injured, Zhao Wuji had ultimately blocked it.

However, blocking 'Royal Power' did not mean Zhao Wuji had won.

Outside, Zhao Wuji, who had taken the Atlas Spear head-on, looked pale as gold paper, utterly listless. His aura had plummeted by half, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. In a daze, he staggered back five steps before finally regaining his senses after a long while.

Seeing a mere youth like Yang Ming force back a Soul Saint head-on, the surrounding spectators were utterly incredulous. Once they came to their senses, they hurriedly fled, afraid that the Soul Saint might lose his temper and harm innocent bystanders.

The recovered Zhao Wuji stared at Yang Ming in terror. What kind of monster was this?! A Soul Elder had injured a Soul Saint head-on?!

Had he, Zhao Wuji, been out of the Soul Master World for too long?

Were geniuses in the Soul Master World already this terrifying now?!

If Yang Ming's strike had landed on a low- or mid-level Soul Emperor just now, there was a great chance it would have directly caused Soul Annihilation!

Yang Ming looked at the results of the completed version of 'Royal Power' and nodded in satisfaction. Its effects were indeed worthy of the time he had spent on it. Being able to cross nearly forty ranks and damage a Soul Saint's mind, requiring at least three months of recovery, was already an immensely formidable result.

However, the full-power 'Royal Power' also had its drawbacks.

First, the consumption was too great. Yang Ming had lost eighty or ninety percent of his strength, and as his cultivation increased and his aura grew more powerful in the future, the consumption would increase as well.

Second, his momentum had already been spent. Even if he found a way to replenish what he had consumed, he could not use it again in a short period.

Lastly, this move was basically exclusive to unrivaled beings like Yang Ming and Tang Chen, whose talent and reserves were both overwhelmingly powerful. The possibility of passing it down was extremely low.

Yang Ming looked at the terrified Zhao Wuji, and his somewhat weary voice rang out again.

"You lost!"

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji glanced at the spot he had clearly been forced back from. Then he felt the waves of dizziness and stabbing pain constantly flooding his mind due to the damage to his mental state. He was starting to regret provoking Yang Ming.

But the wager had been lost, and the matter was settled. He had already lost an enormous amount of face. What else could he do? Kill Yang Ming to silence him? He had not dared to make a move before, and now he dared even less!!! He could only accept his loss.

Zhao Wuji replied to Yang Ming with an unwilling expression.

"You won!"

"Our Shrek Academy accepts this loss!!!"

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji secured Dai Mubai, who had been carried out by the hotel staff, lifted him over his head, and prepared to leave with his people.

Seeing Zhao Wuji about to leave just like that, Yang Ming calmly added.

"Wait!"

Hearing that Yang Ming still wanted to 'cause trouble,' Zhao Wuji looked at him with cold, furious eyes.

"Kid, Shrek Academy has already accepted this matter. What more do you want?!"

Looking at Zhao Wuji's expression as if they were the victims, Yang Ming felt both pained and delighted. The pain came from nowhere, while the delight was heartfelt. Yang Ming calmed his emotions slightly before continuing.

"You still owe me one condition! What, are you going to renege on it?"

When Yang Ming brought up their previous wager, Zhao Wuji immediately felt his head hurt even more. But seeing the obvious hope in Yang Ming's eyes that he would break his word, Zhao Wuji truly did not want to embarrass himself further by saying he would renege. Nor did he want that brat to laugh at him again. He could only suppress his emotions and grit his teeth.

"Say it! What do you want?!"

Hearing that Zhao Wuji actually intended to honor the agreement, Yang Ming felt a little disappointed.

Yang Ming had rather hoped that Zhao Wuji would renege, so he could become even more disappointed in Shrek Academy and accelerate the awakening of the memories in his mind. Seeing Yang Ming's disappointed expression, Zhao Wuji became even angrier. That little brat really did just want to see Old Zhao make a fool of himself.

Since he had not heard the answer he wanted, Yang Ming casually repeated Zhao Wuji's previous terms.

After all, Yang Ming's only demand of Shrek Academy was for them to disappoint him. But would it not be a little too perverse to actually make such a request? Yang Ming still cared about his dignity.

"Then apologize to me and compensate me with ten thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Hearing Yang Ming's condition, Zhao Wuji's first instinct was to refuse. Asking Shrek Academy for money? Impossible.

"Our Shrek Academy doesn't have..."

Then Zhao Wuji saw the flames of hope rising in Yang Ming's eyes again—the hope of seeing him make a fool of himself. Seeing that, he abruptly changed his tune.

"No problem!"

Ignoring Yang Ming's reaction, Zhao Wuji urged his Soul Power. The stone bricks beneath him shattered, a sign that his damaged mental state had severely reduced his control over his Soul Power. Carrying Dai Mubai, he vanished from the street before the Rose Hotel, heading off to discuss countermeasures with Shrek Academy's dean.

As for what he had just promised Yang Ming, it had been promised by Shrek Academy's Vice Dean. The dean should be responsible for it. Even if they could not pay in the end, someone else should lose face instead. In any case, that person had no shame when it came to money. As for the apology, they could wait for Dai Mubai to wake up and make him do it. This mess had been caused by him!

Watching Bear Blind run faster than a rabbit, Yang Ming secretly felt rather pleased.

After calming the Soul Power and blood energy within his body, Yang Ming rose and walked toward the hidden corner where the Star Luo spy had been placed earlier.

But when he saw the spy, Yang Ming's expression darkened slightly.

Because the man was dead. The wound was in his heart, a single fatal blow, and the shape of the wound looked very familiar.

Seeing this, Yang Ming roughly understood what had happened. Someone from home had arrived. He could only sigh.

"Ah..."

"Come out," Yang Ming said calmly.

Very soon, an elderly man with a ruddy complexion, white hair and beard, and a sinister expression appeared before Yang Ming.

Looking at the old man before him, Yang Ming bowed and greeted him.

"Yang Ming greets Fifth Grand Uncle!"

The old man Yang Ming called Fifth Grand Uncle was Yang Wudi's cousin, Yang Wutian. He was one of the few surviving elders of the Yang Family's Wutian generation, as well as the Breaking Clan's second-strongest expert and First Elder. He was a level seventy-nine Peak Soul Saint, only slightly weaker than Yang Wudi. Had he not suffered severe injuries in that battle with the Clear Sky Sect years ago, damaging his Origin, he would have long since broken through to Soul Douluo.

Yang Wutian's deep voice rang out.

"Ming Er, you should have killed him!"

Yang Ming looked at Yang Wutian helplessly.

"Fifth Grand Uncle, it wasn't necessary to kill him."

"He was originally a spy watching Dai Mubai. If I had checked and found that he, like Dai Mubai, had not returned to Star Luo for several years, then he probably would not have known Zhu Zhuqing. Locking him up for a while would have been enough!"

Yang Wutian sternly lectured him.

"Ming Er, you are sometimes too kind!"

"In the world of Soul Masters, even the dead may not be trustworthy, much less the living!"

"This is the Soul Master World. If you do not want to be killed, then you can only kill others. It has always been cruel!"

Yang Ming listened to Yang Wutian without saying much. Did those words make sense? They did, in the cruel Soul Master World.

It was just that Yang Ming truly did not want to kill people whose deaths were unnecessary. But the man was already dead, so saying anything else was meaningless. Yang Ming would not blame his family over someone who might have died by his own hand anyway. His kindness had not reached that extent!

Yang Ming changed the subject and said to Yang Wutian.

"Fifth Grand Uncle, you should have seen what happened with Zhao Wuji earlier. Help me show your face to them!"

When Yang Wutian heard Yang Ming mention Zhao Wuji, killing intent surged in his eyes. He was clearly furious that Zhao Wuji, that bastard, had bullied the weak with his strength. If it had not been for the wager being about Yang Ming taking the beating, Yang Wutian might have used the Vajra Bear to test his spear on the spot.

Seeing this, Yang Ming hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Fifth Grand Uncle, don't kill him. Just show your face for me. I still have use for that Shrek Academy afterward! Just strengthen the impression that I have powerful backing."

After hearing Yang Ming's words, Yang Wutian understood the effect he wanted. He gave an "Mm" and vanished from where he stood.

Watching Yang Wutian disappear, Yang Ming silently mourned for Zhao Wuji for three seconds. His Fifth Grand Uncle was a very ruthless man.

After taking out Corpse Dissolving Powder to dispose of the body, Yang Ming left as well.

P.S. Although the difference in rank is a little large, in Douluo Dalu 3, the early-stage Soul Ancestor Tang Wulin could clash head-on with Long Yue, a Two-Word Battle Armor Soul Emperor possessing the top-tier True Dragon Spirit and Mountain Dragon King Spirit. So now that Yang Ming had gone all out and used the power of will, crossing forty ranks to injure a Soul Saint's mental state should be reasonable, right?

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