Let's Call Them the Fierce Xu Team [Please Collect]

Because there was a level-51 High Voltage Line hanging over his head, Zhang Yang, having obtained a Mimicry Training Environment, decided to begin a round of ascetic training. Other than eating and using the restroom, he spent all his time cultivating.

Zhang Yang was working hard, but Ning Rongrong was getting bored. Outside of cultivation, she could only chat with the equally bored Xiao Wu to relieve her loneliness.

Ning Rongrong lay sprawled across the bed and sighed. "No wonder those two became fellow disciples. They're both so single-minded."

Zhang Yang cultivated while Tang San forged iron. The two of them kept their heads down and did their own things, tossing their girlfriends aside.

"It's not the same. Zhang Yang is cultivating so hard entirely so he can be with you in the future. Otherwise, he wouldn't be pushing himself this desperately."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu suddenly thought of something and burst out laughing. "Hey, Rongrong, Zhang Yang doesn't have time for you now. What if your feelings for him fade and you fall for someone else? Wouldn't Zhang Yang get so mad that he rolls around on a desk?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head. "How could that happen? Seeing how hard he's working for me, I don't even have time to be touched. How could I possibly fall for someone else? You, on the other hand..."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong looked at Xiao Wu. "Your Xiao San is exhausted, covered in smelly sweat, and filthy from forging iron. Haven't you ever thought about falling for someone else and finding a handsome, dashing, charming boyfriend?"

At this point, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Ning Rongrong's face. "And I heard that if you want this part to grow bigger, having a man knead it is effective. Aren't you going to let Tang San help you?"

"Pah. Xiao San and I are brother and sister, how could we..." Xiao Wu's pretty face turned crimson. "You don't need to worry about me. You should have Zhang Yang help make yours bigger first."

After holing himself up in the Blacksmith Shop for forty-nine days, Tang San finally emerged early that morning. The day-and-night forging and cultivation had not only raised his Soul Power by one level to level thirty-three, but also given him a body full of strong muscles.

At this point, although Tang San was a Control System Soul Master, his Physical Fitness alone was no worse than that of an ordinary Assault Type Battle Soul Master.

Still, compared to Zhang Yang, he was an entire order of magnitude behind.

Zhang Yang was now 1.95 meters tall, with muscles no less impressive than Tang San's, and his strength was even greater. During the devilish training period, he had even worn a 300-jin Cast Iron Vest while running with weights alongside the others.

Master had even begun calculating the age limit for Zhang Yang's Fourth Soul Ring. After all, in terms of Physical Fitness alone, even a strength-type level-forty Soul Ancestor was far inferior to Zhang Yang now, and physical strength was exceptionally important when absorbing a Soul Ring.

Master estimated that with Zhang Yang's current Physical Fitness, combined with his diligent cultivation over the coming period, absorbing a Soul Ring over three thousand years old should not be a problem.

After coming out, Tang San first took a bath and changed clothes. Only after tidying himself up did he head to the cafeteria for a meal.

Tang San had thought it was still early and everyone should be asleep, but the moment he entered the cafeteria, he discovered that aside from Zhang Yang, everyone else was there.

"Well, isn't this rare? Our Iron Man is actually this clean. You... came out?" Dai Mubai said with a smile.

Tang San smiled faintly. "I finished making the things, so naturally I came out. By my count, the two-month rest period is about to end as well."

Ma Hongjun nodded. "Teacher has already decided that the rest period ends whenever you come out. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we'll be heading to Heaven Dou Royal Academy."

Tang San nodded. "I see. It looks like I should have stayed inside another seven or eight days so you could all rest a little longer."

"Then Teacher would have to ask you for the third month's rent."

Ma Hongjun's words set everyone laughing, and the cafeteria was filled with cheerful air.

After laughing, Tang San asked curiously, "Where's Zhang Yang? Hasn't he finished cultivating yet?"

Dai Mubai shook his head. "Finished? No, he's already started."

Oscar explained from the side, "He finished breakfast and went back. He's probably already cultivating now. You know how fast he eats."

Tang San understood.

In the Blacksmith Shop, Tang San had forged a Flying Sky Divine Claw for each of them. It could pierce gold and split stone, punch through a one-inch-thick steel plate, and rapidly carry someone weighing no more than three hundred jin.

On the Training Ground, Tang San demonstrated the various uses of the Flying Sky Divine Claw for everyone one by one.

Ma Hongjun sighed. "This Flying Sky Divine Claw is simply essential for scaling walls, sneaking into houses, and picking locks!"

Tang San glared at him. "What do you mean, sneaking into houses and picking locks? Fatty, you'd better watch your weight. If you ever exceed three hundred jin, it'll be useless to you."

Tang San took out seven sets of Flying Sky Divine Claws and handed them to everyone. Holding the last one, he said, "I'll give Zhang Yang's to him later."

Ma Hongjun grinned and said from the side, "Zhang Yang has Moonwalk, and after Spirit Infusion, he's absurdly fast. He doesn't really need the Flying Sky Divine Claw. Third Brother, you should give it to me instead. If my weight goes up any more, I'll be in danger."

Before anyone else could react to Ma Hongjun trying to take Zhang Yang's Flying Sky Divine Claw, Ning Rongrong was the first to object. "Fatty, do you have any conscience at all? When that lecherous guy beat you into a pig's head, Zhang Yang was the one who avenged you! Not only are you not repaying him, you actually want to steal his Flying Sky Divine Claw?"

Never mind how Ning Rongrong's protectiveness toward Zhang Yang made her look exactly like a housekeeper; the matter revealed by her words immediately lit up the eyes of everyone who loved gossip.

Dai Mubai asked curiously, "What happened? Fatty, you got beaten into a pig's head? When was that?"

Faced with Dai Mubai's question, Ma Hongjun said awkwardly, "That was half a year ago. Don't bring it up, don't bring it up."

Seeing Ma Hongjun trying so hard to hide it, everyone's interest was piqued.

Oscar slung an arm around Ma Hongjun's shoulders and said with a sly grin, "Come on, Fatty, tell us. What happened? We can help avenge you too."

Ma Hongjun snapped irritably, "I think you just want to laugh at me after hearing it."

Seeing Ma Hongjun surrounded and interrogated by everyone, Ning Rongrong nodded in satisfaction. Trying to steal my family's things? No way.

Tang San had emerged, and with a single order from Flender, all the faculty packed their luggage and prepared to head to Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

While packing, Zhang Yang specifically put the calligraphy painting titled "Ambiguous Justice" into his Soul Tool bracelet. As for everything else, they could buy it after reaching Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

After packing their things, everyone bid farewell to the little village early the next morning and set out for Heaven Dou City.

Heaven Dou City was near Seven Treasure City and was likewise two thousand kilometers away from Suotuo City. But how could someone as stingy as Flender possibly hire carriages for them?

Flender laughed loudly. "Little monsters, this is cultivation too."

Food System Soul Sage Shao Xin hung off Zhao Wuji and said helplessly, "If you're stingy, just say you're stingy. What's so hard about admitting it? How is this training the students? This is clearly training me."

Zhao Wuji said helplessly, "I haven't even said anything, so stop complaining. Also, you should lose some of that fat. Look at you, you're round as a ball."

Teacher Shao Xin felt not the slightest shame. "My Martial Soul is a Candy Bean. Isn't it perfectly normal for me to be round as a ball?"

"With that logic, I have nothing to say."

With Oscar's sausages supplying them, Zhang Yang and the others covered four hundred kilometers in a single day, completing one-fifth of the journey.

The situation improved somewhat on the second day. Flender, leading from the front, simply led the group northeast at a normal pace.

That evening, everyone settled down in Silves City, the capital of the Silves Kingdom.

As their leader, Dean Flender took everyone to stay at an expensive high-end hotel and even ordered an entire table of sumptuous delicacies for dinner.

Everyone was dumbfounded by the sight.

What was going on? Was this really the stingy-to-the-bone Dean Flender?

As the saying went, strange behavior meant something was afoot. Seeing Flender's sudden change in temperament, everyone felt suspicious.

Sure enough, after dinner, Flender finally revealed his true colors. He told Zhang Yang and the others to participate in a team Soul Battle at the Silves Great Soul Arena.

As for Flender, he intended to place a heavy bet on the Shrek Team and make a fortune in this unfamiliar city.

However, because Zhang Yang and Tang San both possessed Gold Soul Master Badges, the Shrek Team had already been registered as a Soul Elder-level Gold Soul Master Team, and the Great Soul Arena had no way to match them with opponents.

Seeing his plan fall through, Flender asked unwillingly, "Is there no other way?"

The staff member thought for a moment before saying, "If you truly wish to arrange a Soul Battle, we can arrange for a Soul Ancestor-level Silver Soul Master Team as your opponents. The lower-level team can challenge the higher-level team, and you may choose your opponents freely."

Flender froze, then shook his head. "Forget it."

He might have loved money, but he would not gamble with the students' lives.

However, at that moment, Master, who had remained silent at the side, suddenly stepped forward. "We can choose our opponents?"

Everyone was stunned, but the staff member immediately reacted and replied, "That's right. A lower-level team challenging a higher-level team may choose its opponent. And given your team's rank, we can arrange for you to battle at the Central Main Soul Arena."

"Then arrange the most vicious opponent possible. The kind of team that kills its opponents in every Soul Battle, uses cruel and bloody methods, and can make children stop crying at night."

Although the Great Soul Arena staff were highly professional, upon hearing Master's demands, they all looked at him in astonishment without speaking.

Flender grabbed Master by the shoulder and roared in a low voice, "Xiao Gang, are you crazy? Are you sending the children to their deaths?"

Master smiled calmly. "Flender, do you think I would send Xiao San and Zhang Yang to their deaths? Don't worry. I have my reasons."

The staff member said nothing, thinking, You clearly want to send them to their deaths. Do you think your team members have been living too comfortably?

Still, the staff member found the team for Master. "The Fierce God Team, a level-forty Silver Soul Master Team. Since reaching the Silver Soul Master level, they have fought forty-six battles and won thirty-one. They have killed sixty-three opponents and severely injured ninety-eight."

Master nodded in satisfaction. "Good. We'll challenge this Fierce God Team. However, our Shrek Team has eight members, and all eight must participate."

"That will have to be decided by the Fierce God Team." The staff member shook his head.

Master frowned. "We're challenging a higher-level team. Even then, we can't decide the number of participants?"

The staff member's attitude was firm. "Those are the Great Soul Arena's rules."

"..." Master thought for a moment, then nodded. "Then let them decide. But you must pass a message to them. Tell them: 'If you're being challenged by level-thirty Soul Elders and don't dare let all eight opponents take the field, then don't call yourselves the Fierce God Team. Rename yourselves the Fierce Xu Team instead.'"

The staff member wiped away cold sweat. He was provoking the opponents even now? Was he really so afraid his own team members might come back alive?

Although everyone thought Master was joking when they learned they would be fighting a level-forty Soul Ancestor team across such a vast gap, Tang San immediately guessed Master's true intentions once he heard that Hidden Weapons were permitted.

Meanwhile, Flender gathered the money from the eight students, four teachers, Master, and his own private savings, totaling thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins. With odds of seventeen to one, he bet it all on the Shrek Team.

On the other side, after learning that they were being challenged by a lower-level team, the Fierce God Team felt slighted and swore to make their opponents pay dearly.

Then...

"Fire!"

Eight Godly Zhuge Crossbows fired a total of one hundred and twelve bolts. Those bolts tore through the air—and through the bodies of the Fierce God Team.

The Fierce God Team was completely wiped out.

Meanwhile, all eight members of the Shrek Team vomited their guts out below the arena.

The Fierce God Team's oath had come true. Zhang Yang and the others vomited their dinner into trash bins, which were then cleared away by the staff.

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