Du Cheng: My Carrot Is Thick and Huge

Tang San's eyes flickered slightly as the words left his mouth:

Although Du Cheng had merely guessed, Master had indeed been injured while helping him obtain his Soul Ring.

Even so, driven by the hatred in his heart, Tang San had chosen to seek out Du Cheng the moment he returned...

"As long as I defeat you, this will be the best comfort I can offer my teacher."

Hearing Tang San's words, everyone present revealed undisguised contempt:

With that statement, Du Cheng's earlier guess had been completely confirmed.

He did not even care about the teacher who had been injured for his sake. What a filial disciple!

Feeling everyone's gazes, Tang San's expression darkened:

The moment the words left his mouth, he had realized his mistake.

But what had happened could not be undone.

Since that was the case, he could only vent all his anger on Du Cheng.

"Despicable!"

After shouting at Du Cheng, Tang San continued:

"Have you realized your own weakness, so you're trying to disrupt me this way?"

"However, I'll personally teach you a lesson next."

Glancing at Du Cheng, Tang San sneered:

"Before absolute strength, any schemes and tricks will only seem ridiculous."

"Then I'll be looking forward to your performance."

Compared to Tang San's arrogance, Du Cheng remained calm:

If words and shouting could defeat opponents, donkeys would have ruled the world long ago.

For someone like Tang San, all he needed to do was pin him to the ground and grind him into the dirt.

Any words beyond that would be unnecessary...

"Here will do."

As the only Soul Master Academy in Notting City, even if it was merely a junior academy, it still occupied a vast area.

While Du Cheng was grumbling inwardly, Tang San had already found a suitable location.

Pointing at a patch of lawn nearby, Tang San looked at Du Cheng arrogantly:

"The match hasn't started yet. It's not too late for you to surrender."

"No need."

The moment Tang San finished speaking, Du Cheng quickly shook his head:

"I like competing more than anything. How could I possibly surrender?"

"In that case, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang San suddenly flashed backward.

At the same time, two vines burst from the ground behind Du Cheng and lashed toward him, attempting to bind him.

After his previous defeat, Tang San had clearly recognized the gap between himself and Du Cheng in close combat.

That was precisely why he had chosen an entirely different battle plan this time.

Gripping several flying daggers tightly in his hand, a layer of purple appeared in Tang San's eyes:

As long as Du Cheng was restrained by the vines, he would immediately launch a storm of attacks at him.

"How despicable!"

Unlike Xiao Wu and the others, this was Zhu Zhuqing's first time witnessing Tang San behave this way.

If Xiao Wu had not held her back, she would likely have rushed out to help the moment Du Cheng was ambushed.

"Zhu Jiejie, don't worry."

Meeting Zhu Zhuqing's puzzled gaze, Xiao Wu remained calm:

"Cheng Gege is powerful. He can't be defeated by such petty tricks."

Heh~

As Xiao Wu spoke, Du Cheng, who had been standing still all this time, finally moved.

"Although I dislike you, I do rather like what you said earlier."

With a flash, Du Cheng evaded the vines behind him, and an ordinary-looking carrot appeared in his hand:

"That is..."

"Before absolute strength, so-called schemes and tricks really do seem ridiculous!"

As the words left his mouth, Du Cheng aimed the tip of the carrot in his hand at Tang San.

Soul Power erupted from within him in an instant, and Du Cheng let out a roar:

"Take a taste of my Giant Carrot!"

As if it had eaten dozens of tons of Jin Kela, the carrot in Du Cheng's hand grew several hundred times larger in the blink of an eye.

"You didn't really think that I, Du, only knew close-combat techniques, did you?"

Faced with Du Cheng's mockery, Tang San no longer had the strength to reply.

Urgh...

Kneeling on one knee as he dry-heaved, Tang San felt as though he had just seen his great-grandmother calling to him.

When Du Cheng used his First Soul Skill, the hardness and size of his carrot were tied to his Soul Power.

Having been struck in the abdomen without any preparation, Tang San would have passed out by now if he had not trained in martial arts all these years.

However, what truly dealt Tang San a blow was something else.

"Purple!"

His gaze falling on Du Cheng, Tang San's eyes were filled with shock:

"Purple? How can it be purple?"

In fact, it was not just Tang San. Even Wang Sheng and the others, who were merely watching the spectacle, wore equally shocked expressions.

Smack!

A crisp slap rang out, and a skinny youth could not help looking aggrieved:

"Boss Wang, why did you hit me?"

"If I don't hit you, how will I know whether I'm dreaming?"

Wang Sheng snapped back at the youth who had spoken, his expression stern:

"Also, just call me Sheng Ge. The Seventh Dormitory can only have one boss, and that's Cheng Ge!"

As he spoke, Wang Sheng gazed at Du Cheng with burning eyes:

A Thousand-Year Soul Ring—this was absolutely a Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

Although they had yet to obtain their First Soul Rings, Wang Sheng and the others still knew some basic Soul Master knowledge.

Under normal circumstances, most Soul Masters' First Soul Rings were white ten-year Soul Rings. Only a few geniuses could absorb yellow hundred-year Soul Rings.

As for a thousand-year one?

That had not even appeared in the legendary stories of Douluo Continent!

If he had not retained a shred of reason, Wang Sheng might have dropped to his knees and worshipped Du Cheng on the spot:

With thighs this thick to cling to, if he missed this chance, he might not encounter another even after dozens of lifetimes.

Besides that, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing looked at Du Cheng with admiration in their eyes:

As expected of Cheng Gege. He could astonish people at any time!

Naturally, Du Cheng had no idea what everyone was thinking.

Hearing Tang San muttering to himself, Du Cheng revealed a disdainful expression:

"It's just a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Look at you, acting like you've never seen the world."

"Oh, right. Since you've already lost, this bracelet belongs to me now."

As he spoke, Du Cheng directly yanked the bracelet off Tang San's wrist:

"Thanks for the reward, Boss Tang. Next time you want to compete, remember to bring some other treasures."

As his Soul Power entered it, Du Cheng instantly saw a gray, hazy space.

"It really is a Soul Tool."

It was roughly eight cubic meters in size, containing a pile of iron ingots and several Silver Soul Coins.