Practical Training Comparison, Chen Xin's Wholehearted Teaching, Zhao Wuji's Self-Indulgent Beating

In the scene was a resplendently decorated restaurant, as magnificent as an imperial palace.

A massive crystal chandelier cast down soft light, while melodious piano music drifted through the air.

Tang Shan sat alone at the head of the long dining table.

Behind him stood two rows of beautiful maids dressed in maid uniforms, ready to serve him at any moment.

Before him, the table was laden with a dazzling array of delicacies!

[Supreme Spirit Beast Feast!]

[Main course: Tenderloin steak from a ten-thousand-year Flame Lion!]

The steak still sizzled with oil, giving off dense fire-attribute Soul Power fluctuations. Just looking at it made one's mouth water.

[Soup: Health-preserving soup stewed from a five-thousand-year Jade Swan!]

The soup was as crystal-clear as jade and radiated astonishing vitality. A single sip could probably prolong one's life!

[Dessert: Snow Mochi made from thousand-year Ice Silkworm Silk!]

Crystal-clear and melt-in-your-mouth, it could even nourish one's spiritual power!

Besides that, there were all kinds of side dishes prepared with rare medicinal herbs, each one worth a fortune!

"Your Highness the God Son, this is the 'Dragon Blood Wine' that His Highness the Crown Prince specially prepared for you.

"It was brewed from the essence blood of sub-dragon spirit beasts and will greatly benefit your physique."

A maid respectfully presented a cup of wine as scarlet as blood.

Tang Shan nodded slightly, elegantly cut off a piece of Flame Lion steak, and placed it in his mouth. After chewing slowly, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"The flavor is good. Thank Brother Qinghe for me."

[The comparison is brutal!]

Left Side:

A group of geniuses surrounded a basin of plain steamed buns and pickled vegetable soup, miserably filling their stomachs.

A pampered young lady like Ning Rongrong had to endure such "pig slop."

Right Side:

Tang Shan alone enjoyed a spirit beast feast on the level of an imperial banquet.

He ate ten-thousand-year spirit beast meat and drank Dragon Blood Wine.

He even had His Highness the Crown Prince's personal attention and beautiful maids serving him at close range.

[Original World · Audience Seats]

"Gulp..."

No one knew who swallowed first, but immediately afterward, waves of swallowing sounds rang out across the entire venue.

Ma Hongjun stared at the sizzling Flame Lion steak on the Heavenly Screen, drooling so much it was nearly a river. The chicken leg in his hand instantly lost all appeal.

"Wuwuwu... We're both Soul Masters, so why is the gap this huge?!"

"I want to eat ten-thousand-year spirit beast meat too!

"I want to drink Dragon Blood Wine too!"

Oscar was equally full of envy, jealousy, and resentment:

"What did we eat back then?

"Steamed buns?

"Pickled vegetables?

"Compared to him, we lived worse than dogs!"

Dai Mubai's face turned livid.

As a dignified prince of the Star Luo Empire, the years he spent at Shrek Academy had been simply unbearable to look back on.

And Tang San, who had only just awakened, saw this extremely jarring scene the moment he opened his eyes.

On the left was his own shabby appearance as he gnawed on steamed buns.

On the right was Tang Shan's aristocratic elegance as he dined.

"Puh—"

Tang San felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the congealed blood he had just suppressed surged back up his throat.

"Going too far!

"This is going too far!"

"Tang Shan!

"Other than being born well and eating well, what else do you have?!"

"In the world of Soul Masters, strength will ultimately do the talking!"

Tang San roared madly in his heart, trying to use "strength," his final fig leaf, to conceal his wretched state.

However, the Heavenly Screen seemed to have heard his thoughts.

Just then, the scene shifted once more.

[Comparison Continues!]

[Event: First Practical Training!]

[Original World: Zhao Wuji's Violent Beating VS Current World: Sword Douluo's Personal Guidance!]

[Original World · Shrek Academy · Training Ground]

The scene changed, arriving at that dilapidated Shrek Academy training ground.

It was Tang San and the others' first day after enrolling, and also the day they received their "initiation."

"Immovable Ming King" Zhao Wuji.

This Soul Saint, renowned for his defense and strength, looked teasingly at the immature youths before him.

"As long as you can last the time it takes an incense stick to burn under me, you'll pass."

Zhao Wuji rolled his neck, producing a series of loud cracks. A cat-toying-with-mice smile hung on his face.

What followed was practically a one-sided beating.

Although Tang San and the others worked together seamlessly, and Tang San even used hidden weapons,

before the absolute gap in strength, they still looked utterly miserable.

Zhu Zhuqing was sent flying, Xiao Wu was injured and knocked unconscious, and although Tang San erupted in the end, he had only barely made Zhao Wuji suffer a minor loss.

He himself had exhausted his Soul Power and was covered in injuries.

This so-called "practical training" was more like a chaotic brawl with no method to it, followed by a violent beating.

Zhao Wuji had not taught them any profound techniques.

He had merely used Soul Power to suppress them and his fists to tell them what a "gap in strength" was.

Watching his past self get beaten black and blue while still forcing himself to stay standing, Tang San's face darkened enough to drip water.

This was the teaching Shrek took pride in?

This was the so-called "Monster Academy"?

Before there had been any comparison, he might have considered it a form of tempering.

But now...

[Current World · Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect · Sword Peak]

The scene shifted to the right side, and its entire style changed drastically!

Gone was the dusty training ground. In its place was the summit of a solitary peak wreathed in clouds and mist, like an immortal realm.

Tang Shan wore white robes and held an ordinary iron sword as he stood quietly at the cliff's edge.

Opposite him stood none other than the Titled Douluo known as the "Number One in Attack"—Sword Dao Chen Xin!

"Tang Shan, your sword is too unfocused."

Sword Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes purer than snow. His tone was calm, yet it carried a sharpness that struck directly at the heart.

"Though the Meteor Hammer is powerful, it is too fierce and rigid.

"Since you cultivate sword intent and have comprehended your own path of slaughter from it, you must understand how to balance hardness and softness."

"Please guide me, Senior Sword Douluo."

Tang Shan respectfully bowed. Then, with a flick of his iron sword, he shot forward like lightning!

There was no indiscriminate bombardment of soul skills, no savage collision of Soul Power.

There was only the purest technique and the most ultimate sword intent!

Every move Tang Shan made was exquisitely refined.

Though his strength was far inferior to Sword Douluo's, in terms of technique, he could actually exchange several moves with this peak Douluo who had immersed himself in the sword path for decades!

Rather than toy with Tang Shan or violently suppress him like Zhao Wuji, Sword Douluo restrained his Soul Power to Tang Shan's level.

With the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, he patiently fed Tang Shan moves one by one, guiding him toward the true essence of the sword path.

"This sword strike was three inches off."

"This sword strike scattered too much force."

"This sword strike was good. It had a hint of true spirit."

With Sword Douluo's guidance, Tang Shan's aura grew stronger and stronger.

The iron sword in his hand seemed to come alive. Its sword light was like a dragon, churning through the sea of clouds!

[Narration: In the Current World, Tang Shan became Sword Douluo's disciple at the age of six and cultivated the Seven Kill Sword Intent!

[He tempered his body with the Clear Sky Hammer and cultivated his heart with the Seven Kill Sword!]

[The comparison is brutal!]

Left Side:

Zhao Wuji: "Hehehe, you little brats, just watch me beat you flat!"