A dispirited Tang San
"You..." Huo Wu's expression froze, as if she had punched cotton. She immediately became angry and embarrassed, saying, "Do you dare to fight me without using your Soul Power?"
Hearing this, the members of the Imperial Team Clan laughed. They all knew Ye Qinghe's hand-to-hand combat ability very well. Even a strong person like Dugu Bo was beaten up without using his Soul Power. This woman must have lost her mind again.
Most importantly, Ye Qinghe is not one to show mercy to women; Ning Rongrong is a prime example, having suffered quite a few beatings at her hands.
"Fine." Ye Qinghe was too lazy to argue with the other party. He raised his hand and punched Huo Wu in the lower abdomen. Although he did not use his Soul Power, his punch contained a clever force. It would not hurt Huo Wu, but it would make Huo Wu feel pain for a while.
Ye Qinghe's punch was too sudden and too fast; Huo Wu had no time to dodge.
When she came to her senses, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, opened her mouth and suddenly spat out a mouthful of acidic water. She clutched her abdomen with both hands, staggered backward, and tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, which were bloodshot, her face contorted in pain.
The conflict between Ye Qinghe and Huo Wu immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Just then, the Shrek Devils emerged from the Great Soul Arena and witnessed this scene.
The Shrek members all felt a sense of familiarity towards Oscar and turned to look at him without prior arrangement.
Oscar's lips twitched, his resentment towards Ye Qinghe deepening. While providing him with a large amount of emotional points, he also covered his eyes, unable to bear watching.
"Those are truly painful memories," Xiao Wu clicked her tongue.
The other Shrek members nodded in deep agreement.
Overwhelmed by the pain, Huo Wu's body moved backward uncontrollably, falling into Huo Wushuang's arms, who had just arrived.
"Let's go." Ye Qinghe turned around without looking back, leading Bibi Dong and Imperial Team's group away.
Once Ye Qinghe and the others left, the onlookers knew there was no more drama to watch and gradually dispersed.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill him."
Huo Wu, nestled in Huo Wushuang's arms, took a while to recover. She gritted her teeth and was about to rush out again, but Huo Wushuang held her back.
"Don't waste your energy. Even if we all joined forces, we wouldn't be a match for him." Huo Wushuang sighed, holding onto his sister tightly. As an observer, he could tell that Ye Qinghe had already held back.
Otherwise, with Ye Qinghe's terrifying strength in Feng Xiaotian Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes with his bare hands, he could have easily Huo Wu through his sister Huo Wu with a single punch.
It's not as simple as just experiencing a brief period of pain like this.
"Brother..." Huo Wu. She had never suffered such a great injustice before, and tears could no longer be held back.
Huo Wushuang sighed, "My silly sister, every era has a protagonist. The last protagonist was the current Pope of the Spirit Hall. Even someone as powerful as Clear Sky Douluo could only die with regret. The protagonist of this era, without a doubt, is Ye Qinghe. Although we can be considered geniuses, we will most likely stop at the Soul Douluo level at the pinnacle of our lives. Your talent is stronger than mine, and you have a certain hope of advancing to Titled Douluo, but for Ye Qinghe, becoming Titled Douluo is only a matter of time."
"That's right, Sister Huo Wu, we don't need to mess with monsters of that level." Feng Xiaotian appeared out of nowhere, and you could tell he looked very guilty.
After all, they had just shown their mettle on the competition stage, but they were brought back to reality in such a short time.
"Get lost." Huo Wu was already feeling frustrated, and seeing Feng Xiaotian made her even angrier. Like most of the fairies, she blamed the grievances she had suffered on the sycophant.
Compared to Huo Wu, Tang San was in no better mood.
As Tang San walked back to the academy from the Great Soul Arena, the entire process of today's match against the Skywater Academy kept replaying in his mind.
Although they won, as the spectators had predicted, if it weren't for the defensive abilities granted by the over 50,000-year-old plate-armored giant rhinoceros bone...
Faced with Shui Bing'er's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Ice and Snow Drifting, he had no choice but to jump off the stage and admit defeat; there was no possibility of him escaping unscathed.
Especially since Shui Bing'er controlled Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul from beginning to end, it almost made Tang San so frustrated that he wanted to vomit blood.
If it weren't for his External Soul Bone, which could break Shui Bing'er's Ice Seal, and the three strength-type Soul Bone that amplified his strength and physique, Shui Bing'er's first Soul Skill, Ice Seal, alone would have restricted the Shrek Team until the end of the match.
What he found most unacceptable was Ye Qinghe's power, which repeatedly shattered his understanding of what was possible.
He had witnessed Feng Xiaotian's strength. In a one-on-one fight, without using External Soul Bone and the three strength-type Soul Bone, there was no possibility of victory unless he used his Second Martial Soul.
But even such a formidable opponent was completely outmaneuvered by Ye Qinghe, like a child.
In contrast, how could he be so passive even when facing Shui Bing'er?
He couldn't help but doubt himself. Could he really defeat Ye Qinghe with his ruined Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?
Tang San was not a particularly strong-willed person. If things went smoothly, he would be fine, but once he suffered a setback, he would easily become discouraged.
Therefore, upon returning to his hotel, he immediately told Flender that he needed to retreat for a while to think things through.
To put it bluntly, he was driven to despair by Shui Bing'er's actions.
Flender and the other four Shrek Seven Devils were happy about this, since only when Tang San was away could they have more opportunities to spend time with Sister Xiao Wu.
The ignored Yu Xiaogang didn't care about Tang San either. Or rather, he had gradually stopped treating Tang San as his disciple. Ever since he learned that Tang San hated him to the bone, he had completely given up the idea of relying on Tang San to make a name for himself on the continent.
He pinned all his hopes on having a second child.
Hopefully, this God-gifted Child in her womb will prove that he is not a good-for-nothing, not a fraud, and that the world has misunderstood him. As for Tang San, it's purely his own fault; he has no one to blame but himself.
As for Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and those former vice-captains and extras, they wouldn't care about Tang San's fate at all.
The result was that no one cared about Tang San at all, and no one brought Tang San food.
Tang San stayed alone in his room for three whole days, without eating or drinking anything, and without cultivating.
She sat there blankly at the foot of the bed until the arrival of the two people broke the silence.
"Is the mistress there?"
There was a knock on the door, and Ning Fengzhi's voice came from outside.
Upon hearing that it was Ning Fengzhi, Tang San hesitated for a moment, but still got up to open the door.
Upon seeing Tang San, both Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment in their eyes. Tang San looked utterly dejected, as if he were a gambler drowning in gambling debts, relentlessly pursued by his creditors, with nowhere to turn for the better and no chance of ever getting out of trouble.
At this moment, for the first time, Ning Fengzhi questioned himself. Was it really worthwhile, the right choice, to place all his bets on this person in front of him?