Lan Minghua, Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

With a few pfft sounds, the crossbow bolts pierced through the soul power defense and embedded themselves directly into Zhu Zhuqing's abdomen.

"Zhuqing!!!"

"Zhuqing!"

Oscar rushed over desperately, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry.

A fierce glint flashed in Tang San's eyes as he took out another Godly Zhuge Crossbow, loaded with bolts, from the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, firing the bolts in a volley, clearly aiming to kill both Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing.

After all, this soul duel was far from over!

Oscar quickly spread his arms to shield Zhu Zhuqing, his entire body erupting in golden light.

The crossbow bolts struck the golden light, erupting in a shower of sparks. Although they didn't break through directly, the impact force seeped through, and Oscar was not unharmed.

Tang San's Godly Zhuge Crossbow was incredibly powerful, capable of killing Soul Kings and Soul Emperors at its strongest.

After one volley of bolts, Oscar had already sustained internal injuries, a smear of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Yet, he didn't retreat a single step, even though he had been taught by Lan Minghua that if you can't block, you should dodge.

But behind him was Zhu Zhuqing, his junior sister, and he would never abandon her, no matter what.

Zhu Zhuqing's face was as pale as paper, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. At this moment, Oscar seemed incredibly tall in her heart.

Since birth, no one had ever risked their life for her like this.

Compared to Dai Mubai, Oscar was like heaven and earth.

Tang San sneered, pulling out another fully loaded Godly Zhuge Crossbow.

"I don't believe you can block this one too!"

Oscar remained silent, merely raising his right hand and giving Zhu Zhuqing behind him a thumbs-up.

"Zhuqing, it's up to you!"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were resolute as she swallowed the Dried Sausage and Sausage that Oscar had handed to her in that instant.

"Leave it to me, I will never betray your trust!"

Instantly, her soul power surged within her like a volcanic eruption, and the crossbow bolts on her body were flung away.

Her body, injured by the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, erupted with even more astonishing speed.

Tang San quickly pulled the trigger, and several bolts tore through the air.

However, Zhu Zhuqing's speed was too fast, like a black lightning.

Even the Purple Demon Eye couldn't see her figure clearly, at most it could only catch a blurry afterimage.

Tang San had consumed too much spirit power recently due to being too eager for quick success and was in a period of weakness.

When he wanted to dodge at this moment, he found his body felt as if it were filled with lead.

Zhu Zhuqing appeared in front of Tang San almost instantly, her eyes flashing with cold light.

Her fingers turned pitch black, it was the Nine Yin White Bone Claw from the Nine Yin Manual.

"Die!"

She fiercely clawed towards Tang San's chest, the tips of her claws carrying a sharp gale, as if tearing the air apart.

Tang San couldn't mount an effective defense. With a swish, he solidly took the blow.

Instantly, blood splattered out, and even the white bones could be seen in the wound.

Zhu Zhuqing had grown up in an environment of suppression, and had long developed a personality where those who kill others will be killed by others.

If Tang San wanted to kill her and Oscar, then she could naturally kill Tang San.

This strike almost ripped Tang San open, sending him flying backward.

Xiao Wu, who was bound by the Blue Silver Grass, was pulled along as Tang San flew backward.

Finally, the two fell onto the fighting stage, raising a cloud of dust, and lost the soul duel.

The audience was deeply shocked by this scene. The reversal was too fast, and the venue fell silent.

Then, thunderous applause erupted in unison, given to the victors of this soul duel, the Oscar-Zhu Combination!

Zhu Zhuqing did not show joy at her victory. She rushed towards Oscar.

This was because Tang San's crossbow bolt had pierced through Oscar's Golden Light.

"Oscar, are you alright?!"

Zhu Zhuqing rushed over and held Oscar in her arms as he was about to fall.

"Great, we finally won."

Oscar's weak voice came. Before losing consciousness, he tremblingly handed Zhu Zhuqing a small dried sausage.

"The crossbow bolt is poisoned, eat this to detoxify!"

He said this last sentence with all his remaining strength before completely passing out.

Zhu Zhuqing ate the dried sausage, bit her lip, and made a shocking move that silenced the entire venue.

She used a princess carry to lift the unconscious Oscar and slowly walked out of the Soul Arena.

Although it was strange for a woman to carry a man in a princess carry, not a single audience member spoke to mock Oscar.

If he hadn't blocked the fatal blow for Zhu Zhuqing at the last moment, and provided sausages to help Zhu Zhuqing recover.

This soul duel would have likely been won by Tang San using hidden weapons.

With Oscar acting as he did, how many people present could achieve the same?

What right did they have to mock a true hero?

Zhao Wuji, watching from the audience seats, looked gratified and took the lead in applauding.

The rest of the audience followed suit, and the entire Great Soul Arena was filled with applause.

This resounding applause was solely for the victors of this soul duel, the Oscar-Zhu Combination.

As for Tang San and Xiao Wu's Sanwu Combination, they had long been forgotten by the audience.

The winner is king, the loser is bandit; the principle is that simple.

Outside the Soul Arena, Zhao Wuji had been waiting for a long time.

He took Oscar from Zhu Zhuqing's arms and said softly, "You two are quite injured. Come with me."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, her eyes filled with worry, "Teacher Zhao, Oscar will be alright, won't he?"

"Don't worry. The Great Soul Arena has stood for many years for a reason; its healing methods are naturally not weak."

Without Healing Soul Masters, countless soul masters would have died or been crippled.

Providing healing was also a source of income, something the Great Soul Arena would not miss.

Zhao Wuji looked at Zhu Zhuqing with the eyes of a doting father. Zhu Zhuqing became a little embarrassed, a blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Tea, Teacher Zhao, please take Oscar and me to get treated quickly."

"Alright, alright, I'll take you now."

Zhao Wuji smiled and led Zhu Zhuqing to treatment, thinking to himself, Oscar, you lucky dog.

Although Zhu Zhuqing hadn't said anything, he, an old man, could see something.

Because a woman's blush was worth more than a long speech.

As for Tang San and Xiao Wu, that was no longer his concern, Zhao Wuji's.

Killing academy members is something that deserves death.

Plus, he had extracted the true identity of the black-robed person from Flender.

Combining that with Lan Minghua's inexplicable words to him, he understood everything.

Tang San was the black-robed person, Tang Hao's son.

If he had been the one assessed that day, Tang Hao would have wanted to kill him, not Lan Minghua.

After all, he didn't have Lan Minghua's strength to defeat a Titled Douluo.

It was during these past few days that he truly understood what Lan Minghua meant by calamity.

For him, it was a life-saving kindness!

Of course, in the original work, Tang Hao only beat him up.

However, all Zhao Wuji saw that night was Tang Hao's brutal and merciless side.

Moreover, Tang Hao had a leg and an arm removed by Lan Minghua, rendering him crippled, and possibly dead.

No matter how bad his attitude towards Tang San was, he would have no burden.

He would leave all the headaches to Flender, as he was the dean after all.