A Phase-by-Phase Summary

The comparison of the first phase finally came to an end with the different ways Xiao Wu's identity crisis had been handled.

But this was not the end. It was the beginning of judgment.

Above the vast Sky Curtain, the flowing images slowly froze before dissolving into countless golden particles.

A comprehensive analysis chart stretching between heaven and earth appeared like a merciless verdict, stripping the Tang Sans of both worlds of every embellishment and excuse.

They were laid bare before all the Soul Masters of the continent.

[Left Side: Black World · Tang San]

The image still showed the young man in plain blue training clothes.

At this moment, he stood on Shrek Academy's Sports Field, looking somewhat lost.

Above his head, lines of deathly pale data began appearing one by one.

[Current Level]: Level 18 (Soul Master).

[Martial Soul Status]: Blue Silver Grass (ordinary Entanglement form, development potential: low).

[Personal Assets]: Debt.

(Note: Owed Headmaster Flender a total of 500 Gold Soul Coins in Tuition Fees and meal expenses, with no ability to repay.)

[Core Connections]:

Yu Xiaogang (two-ring Soul Grandmaster, laughingstock of the theoretical community).

Shrek Seven Devils (not yet complete, with loose relationships; most were merely nodding acquaintances).

Tang Hao (protected him in secret, but had never truly established equal adult communication).

[Overall Evaluation]:

A worrying future.

Your efforts were like building a tower on a beach, with an unstable foundation.

If not for luck protecting you, if not for those irreproducible "deus ex machina" moments—Hidden Weapon sneak attacks and protagonist's luck—

You would have long since faded into the crowd.

These few lines

were not merely glaring—they cut straight into the heart.

Especially "debt" and "faded into the crowd." They were practically grinding Hei Tang San's dignity into the dirt.

Inside Shrek Academy,

Dai Mubai looked at that line of data and instinctively touched his money pouch.

Though he was not wealthy either, he was still a prince. When had he ever worried about money?

But his Third Brother...

He actually owed his Tuition Fees?

"Cough, cough..."

Oscar coughed awkwardly twice, breaking the silence.

"Well... Level 18 isn't bad, really. He's only twelve, after all..."

His voice grew quieter and quieter.

Because even he felt guilty saying it.

Level 18 at twelve was a genius in an ordinary academy.

But at Shrek?

That meant the bottom of the barrel!

Not to mention compared to Bai Tang San, who had already begun discussing business with a Titled Douluo.

[Right Side: White World · Tang San]

The image shifted.

The formerly deathly pale tones instantly turned into dazzling dark gold.

The young man in an exquisitely tailored Black Robe, its cuffs embroidered with dark golden patterns, sat upright in a Grand Tutor's Chair at the Tang Sect Merchant Association.

Behind him were the countless lights of Nuoding City.

[Current Level]: Level 24 (Soul Grandmaster).

(Note: His Meridians had broadened, his body had become saintly, and his Soul Power purity was three times that of Soul Masters at the same rank.)

[Martial Soul Status]: Dark Gold Blue Silver Emperor (prototype).

(Note: Fused with the yang fire of Ten Thousand Year Whale Rubber and Man Faced Demon Spider poison, possessing the three major traits of Life Plunder, toxic corrosion, and supreme toughness.)

[Personal Assets]: 580,000 Gold Soul Coins (liquid funds).

(Note: Held 100% of the shares in the "Tang Sect Merchant Association," the Spirit Gathering Carrot cultivation base in Nuoding City, and exclusive continental distribution rights for Body Strengthening Liquid.)

[Core Connections]:

Clear Sky Douluo (ally; had trained their bodies side by side and even maintained an employment relationship).

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo (Friendship between different generations; about to enter into deep cooperation).

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect (strategic partner; held Ning Fengzhi's rare metal supply channels).

Nuoding City Lord (community of shared interests; political umbrella).

[Overall Evaluation]:

A generation's Hegemon.

You shattered the rules with wisdom and seized resources through your methods.

You were no longer a chess piece of fate, but the player moving the pieces.

You possessed the stature of a future Divine King.

You already had the ability to change the continent's landscape.

Boom—!

When the words "Divine King's Stature" appeared,

the entire Douluo Continent erupted.

Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at those four words, the killing intent in her eyes nearly solidifying into substance.

"Divine King..."

"A mere six-year-old child received such a high evaluation from the Sky Curtain?"

"Change the continent's landscape?"

"On what basis? Those few bottles of medicine?"

Though her words were scornful,

Bibi Dong's hand trembled faintly.

Because she understood clearly.

Money, power, strength, connections.

When those four things were concentrated in someone only six years old, yet as mentally mature as a Monster,

that so-called "Divine King" was likely not merely an evaluation.

It was a... prophecy already unfolding.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the "strategic partner" label, a foxlike smile appearing on his face.

"We won."

"This gamble paid off for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Even in a Parallel World, being able to hitch ourselves to this 'future Divine King's' chariot is a blessing for our sect."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin also nodded slightly.

"Level 24, 580,000 Gold Soul Coins."

"How is that a child?"

"He is clearly a hidden dragon."

"Compared with him, that Hei Tang San..."

Chen Xin shook his head and said no more.

Some gaps were already so vast that even mockery seemed superfluous.

[Sky Curtain Settlement]

The two charts stood side by side.

Between them, a red dividing line suddenly lit up.

Immediately afterward,

a huge scarlet word, accompanied by flaming effects, slammed down onto Bai Tang San's portrait.

[WIN]

The winner.

The winner without the slightest suspense.

Whether in strength, wealth, or vision,

Bai Tang San had utterly crushed Hei Tang San.

And over Hei Tang San's portrait,

a gray stamp filled with an air of dejection was placed.

[LOSE]

The loser.

Shrek Academy.

Even the wind seemed to have stopped moving.

Hei Tang San stood frozen in place, his body rigid as a statue.

He stared fixedly at the glaring "LOSE" on the Sky Curtain.

Then he looked at "WIN."

His counterpart from the White World sat in a Grand Tutor's Chair, holding a cup of tea with an indifferent expression.

That indifference treated victory as a matter of course.

It was also the greatest mockery of Hei Tang San.

"I lost..."

"I lost completely..."

Hei Tang San muttered, his voice frighteningly hoarse.

He wanted to argue.

He wanted to say that he still had Hidden Weapons, Twin Martial Souls, and his father's protection.

But—

Looking at those strings of cold data,

looking at the word "debt,"

he suddenly felt that everything he had once taken pride in, before the other's vast commercial empire and terrifying network of connections,

was like a child's toy—naive and laughable.

Creak—

His nails dug deeply into his palms, blood dripping through his fingers.

Yet Hei Tang San could not feel the pain.

Because the pain in his heart was ten thousand times worse—the pain of his faith collapsing.

He suddenly turned and looked at the man standing not far away from him, whose face was equally pale.

Yu Xiaogang—the man he had knelt to and taken as his master, the man he had regarded as a father.