The communication competition ended, and Heaven Dou City restored its former hustle and order.
The spectators at Great Soul Arena in the south of the city dispersed, and there was no one in the stands.
The atmosphere in Imperial Fighting Team's rest area was much more relaxed than during the game.
Yu Feng collapsed on the chair, drinking water in big gulps, Osler leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.
The two brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo took out wheat cakes from Soul Tool. This time Dugu Yan did not glare at them.
Yu Tianheng was sitting on the bench. The wound on his back had been treated by Ye Lingling, and there was a thin layer of blood scab.
"Still thinking about that?"
Dugu Yan walked to him and handed him a bottle of water.
Yu Tianheng took it but didn't drink it.
"He is too fast. If his fourth Soul Skill comes towards me, it will be very difficult for me to resist it, so I can only fight with all my strength."
"So you don't have to block it."
Dugu Yan sat down next to him, folding his arms across his chest,
"Your task is to output, not to carry. The thing to carry is Shi Mo."
Shi Mo heard his name, raised his head, still chewing wheat cakes in his mouth, and said vaguely,
"I can bear it."
Shi Mo nodded beside him, "Me too."
Yu Tianheng glanced at them, the corners of his mouth moved, but he didn't smile, but his eyes became softer.
Chen Jieqi stood by the window, looking at the crowd gradually dispersing outside.
Her silver-white hair glowed warmly in the sunset, and the corners of her blue uniform were blown by the wind.
Yu Feng came closer and probed.
"Captain Chen, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing." Chen Jieqi looked away,
"Clean up and go back."
"Don't you celebrate?" Yu Feng widened his eyes,
"Champion! We won!"
"It's just an exchange competition." Chen Jieqi's voice was very calm.
"Continental Soul Master Tournament, that's true."
Yu Feng opened his mouth but said nothing. Dugu Yan stood up and clapped his hands.
"Okay, listen to the captain, go back and rest, and train as usual tomorrow."
The team filed out.
Chen Jieqi was walking at the end. When he passed the door of the rest area, he stopped and looked back at Soul Fighting Arena.
He remembered the way Tang San was kneeling on the ground, and the look in his eyes when he said "I will become stronger."
Two years!
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he turned around and left.
Crown Prince's Residence, late at night.
Xue Qinghe was sitting in the study, flipping through several pages of the memorial in front of him, but not reading a single word.
She put down her pen, walked to the window, and opened it.
The night wind blew in, bringing with it the coolness of early autumn, brushing her cheeks and blowing the strands of hair on her temples.
Heaven Dou City The lights are dotted, and in the distance a watchman is walking by, banging his clapper.
The voice echoed in the night, and she remembered the way Chen Jieqi stood on Soul Fighting Arena during today's finals.
It has not been moved from beginning to end, Ashbringer lies across my chest, like a statue.
The fourth Soul Skill Demon Wolf Storm of Feng Xiaotian is enough to severely damage the same level Soul Master.
But Dugu Yan blocked it. Four earth walls stacked up to form a barrier, withstanding the blow.
Then Yu Tianheng counterattacked, Dugu Yan controlled the field, and Imperial Fighting Team won cleanly.
But Chen Jieqi never made a move. Xue Qinghe tapped his fingers twice on the window lattice.
She remembered that when she first met him, he was only eleven and a half years old, with silver-white hair and a light golden mark between his eyebrows.
He spoke neither hastily nor slowly, as if he had understood everything.
At that time he was already Soul Ancestor.
Now he is almost twelve years old, and he led a team to crush Four Elements Academies.
She suddenly thought, if she was not the prince, but just an ordinary Soul Master, what would she think of him?
This question made her stunned for a moment.
She shook her head, closed the window, and returned to her desk.
"Continental Soul Master Tournament." She said softly,
"In two years... I will go."
She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and without hesitation this time, she approved the rest of the memorial.
Shrek Academy, girls dormitory.
Rongrong was lying on the bed, pulling the quilt over his head, with the corners of his mouth raised.
She thought of the way Chen Jieqi walked off the field today,
Her silver-white hair shone in the sun, and her steps were steady and unhurried.
He glanced at her, just one look, but she felt that look was more important than any words.
She turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and laughed.
"Rongrong?" From the next bed, Xiao Wu's voice came from the darkness.
"You haven't slept yet?"
"Go to bed, go to sleep." Rongrong wrapped the quilt tightly and said in a muffled voice.
Xiao Wu didn't ask again.
She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
Moonlight leaked in through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a thin white line on the ceiling.
She remembered what Chen Jieqi said in Suotuo City,
"Heaven Dou City There is another piece of water."
Now that she's here, the water is right in front of her.
But she didn't swim over, she just stood on the shore and watched.
She also went to Spirit Fighting Arena today, sat in the stands, and looked at Chen Jieqi from a distance.
His hair is still as white and his uniform is still as blue, but he is taller than before and his breath is heavier.
She suddenly felt that the distance between them was not just half Spirit Fighting Arena, but something else.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.
In the dream, there was no bamboo forest, no fragrance of tea, and no that person.
There is just a blank space.
At this time, on the Shrek Academy training ground,
Tang San stood alone in the middle of the field, the moonlight stretching his shadow very long.
He closed his eyes and tried to mobilize the two forces in his body at the same time.
As soon as Blue Silver Grass shimmered in my right hand, I felt a heavy falling feeling in my left hand.
The two kinds of Martial Soul clashed violently in his meridians, and tearing pain instantly spread throughout his body, but he did not stop.
He tried using Blue Silver Grass Entanglement on the illusory hammer shadow, and the grass blades were instantly crushed by the invisible weight.
He tried to pull the grass seeds with his hammer, but the seeds exploded in mid-air with no accuracy.
Once, twice, three times, the ground was wet with sweat.
He stopped and gasped for air.
"Why..." he asked himself in a low voice,
"Why can't they coexist?"
He recalled the scene during the daytime finals, when Dugu Yan controlled the entire field by himself.
Level 46, control system, earth wall, ground thorn, quicksand, rock pillar,
One person trapped all six members of the Godwind Academy.
Yu Tianheng hit Feng Xiaotian from the front, Thunder Dragon Claw's left arm exploded with lightning, and Feng Xiaotian was knocked away.
And Chen Jieqi has not been touched from beginning to end.
Tang San Clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms.
He suddenly thought of his father and the black Clear Sky Hammer, and smashed the Evil Soul Master with a hammer.
Thinking of his mother, the woman he had never met, all that was left to him was Blue Silver Grass.
He knelt down and buried his face in his knees.
"Teacher." He said, his voice hoarse.
Yu Xiaogang walked out of the shadows and stood at the entrance of the training ground without approaching.
"Mistress." His voice was very soft,
"What do you want to say?"
Tang San raised his head and looked at Yu Xiaogang.
The moonlight shines on the teacher's face. The face is older than before, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are deeper.
"Blue Silver Grass... Is there really an upper limit?"
Yu Xiaogang was silent.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say, "There is no waste Martial Soul, there is only waste Soul Master."
But he couldn't say these words today.
He saw with his own eyes that Blue Silver Grass was not even qualified to struggle in front of the Blazing Fire Academy's flames.
I saw with my own eyes that Tang San was kneeling on the ground, Eight Spider Lances was shattered, and not a single piece of Blue Silver Grass was left.
Yu Xiaogang didn't answer in a hurry, just looked at him quietly.
"Xiao San, listen to me."
Yu Xiaogang walked up to Tang San, squatted down, and looked directly into his eyes.
"Blue Silver Grass's innate upper limit does exist, but the upper limit is not a dead end."
Tang San was startled for a moment.
"Twin Martial Souls's cultivation never goes hand in hand."
Yu Xiaogang's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about something he had been deducing for more than ten years.
"What you have to do now is to practice Blue Silver Grass's control chain to the extreme and steadily push Soul Power Level up.
When you break through the Soul King bottleneck and Soul Power is enough to carry the backlash, add Soul Ring to Clear Sky Hammer.
If there are enough opportunities, we can seek high-life configuration for Clear Sky Hammer in the future, but before that, let it sit quietly."
Tang San was stunned. "All... stay?"
"Blue Silver Grass is your shield and net, Clear Sky Hammer is your spear."
Yu Xiaogang said,
"Your father Tang Hao didn't reach the threshold of Soul Douluo until he was in his thirties.
He only cultivated one Clear Sky Hammer in his life, and he relied on purity and patience to reach the extreme on a single path."
He paused and his voice deepened,
"Twin Martial Souls is a gift, but also a curse.
The twins Soul Master recorded since ancient times, without exception, all died due to the conflict between Soul Power and their meridians being severed.
So far, only the current Pope Bibi Dong in the mainland has truly walked this path."
Tang San's breathing was stagnant.
"What you have is an opportunity that others only dream of, but it is also a shackle that may backfire at any time."
Yu Xiaogang looked at him with burning eyes,
"To control it, you don't rely on greed for too much, but on order, restraint, and absolute calmness. But what about you?"
Tang San lowered his head, his Clear Sky Hammer, now there is no Soul Ring.
"Teacher." His voice suddenly changed, no longer hoarse.
But with a kind of uncontrollable anxiety,
"Two years. Continental Soul Master Tournament There are two years left. Can I wait that long?"
Yu Xiaogang was stunned.
"Blazing Fire Academy, Heaven Dou Royal Academy..."
Tang San's voice is trembling,
"Every one of them is better than me. Huo Wu level thirty-nine, Huo Wushuang level thirty-eight,
Feng Xiaotian level 41, Dugu Yan level 46, Yu Tianheng level 41,
And Chen Jieqi, he was Soul Ancestor when he was twelve years old, Soul Ring crushed us without even showing up.
He stood up, clenched his hands, and his veins popped out.
"Two years later, they will only be stronger. What can I do to win? Blue Silver Grass?
Or Clear Sky Hammer that doesn't even have a Soul Ring?"
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Tang San looked at his hands.
The right hand, Blue Silver Grass, is weak and withered.
The left hand, Clear Sky Hammer, is empty.
"I can't wait any longer," he whispered,
"Teacher, I can't wait any longer."
Yu Xiaogang was silent for a long time.
"Mistress." He finally spoke, his voice was very soft,
"Do you know that impatience is the number one taboo in Martial Soul cultivation?"
Tang San raised his head.
"I'm not asking you to wait."
Yu Xiaogang stood up and patted his shoulder,
"I want you to walk steadily.
First, practice the control of Blue Silver Grass to the extreme, and then complete the basic Soul Ring.
Improve your physical fitness, and in two years you will be much stronger than you are now.
As for whether we can win..." He paused, "We won't know until we stand on Soul Fighting Arena."
Tang San was silent, lowered his head, and looked at his hands.
Two years.
He remembered Chen Jieqi saying, "Blue Silver Grass has an upper limit, and it will only be a waste of talent."
He didn't want to admit it, but maybe that man was right,
It's not about giving up Blue Silver Grass, it's about reallocating energy.
"Two years later." Tang San said,
"Continental Soul Master Tournament. I will stand up."
"It's not to win Chen Jieqi." He paused, his voice a little hoarse,
"It's to prove that Blue Silver Grass is not a waste."
Yu Xiaogang looked at him for a long time,
Then nodded. "Okay."
He turned around and walked away for a few steps,
Stopped again. "Mistress."
"Hmm."
"Don't push yourself too hard."
Tang San said nothing.
He slowly restrained the Soul Power test in his left hand, and the heavy hammering intention disappeared silently.
The soft light of Blue Silver Grass returned to the palm of my hand, and the tearing feeling of rejection deep in the meridians gradually subsided.
This time, he no longer forced them to appear at the same time,
Instead, I learned to leave a place for them in my heart and walk in order.