Master and Disciple Break Apart, Alakazam VS Golden Crocodile Douluo

Lu Feng was helpless about this situation. He had never expected it himself.

With the Creator God, he relied on absolute stats and normally could not be bothered to use moves like Trick.

He had not known that Trick dealt critical damage to Spirit Masters, severing arms and legs the moment it struck.

It had directly become a killing technique.

Lu Feng waved his hand. "Forget it. There's no need to keep putting on a show after things have come to this. Pass down the order: all Pokemon may fight at full strength. There's no need to worry about a prolonged battle."

"The rewards for fighting in the arena are just so-so anyway. There's no need to force it."

Looking at the two Spirit Bones Metagross had brought back, Lu Feng casually used the Power of Creation to transform them into several Berry Seeds and tossed them to Metagross.

"Deal with your spoils. They're useless to me. Just find a suitable place and bury them."

Shrek Academy.

The instant Metagross used Trick, and Tang Hao's arm and Spirit Bone were bloodily torn away, the air outside Shrek Academy seemed to freeze.

The color instantly drained from Tang San's face. His body swayed violently, and if Xiao Wu had not tightly supported him, he would have nearly collapsed to the ground.

His pupils widened to their limit as he stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, at the horrific sight of blood spraying from his father's severed arm. Yet he could not utter a single word.

"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu's voice carried a sob as she tightly held his trembling body. Her own face was pale as paper.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others were equally horrified, while Ma Hongjun was so frightened that he covered his mouth.

They had never had any contact with Tang Hao, but he was Tang San's father—the legendary Clear Sky Douluo!

Seeing such a brutal scene, the powerful visual shock and their sympathy for their companion's father made them feel suffocated with anguish.

Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place. The sickly flush that had just risen on his face because of the words "teacher of a God King" instantly turned ashen.

He looked at Tang Hao's miserable state, then at the distraught Tang San. His lips trembled, but he could not squeeze out even a single word of "theoretical analysis" or hollow comfort.

Amid the deathly silence and grief, Yu Xiaogang's face, which had been stiff for several seconds, suddenly moved.

He looked at Tang San, who was on the verge of collapse, then at the Sky Screen. An extremely complicated glint flashed through his eyes, carrying fear at Tang Hao's fate.

But when he remembered that Tang San was someone destined to become a god, he immediately felt that he needed to counsel his student.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and forcefully pressed down on Tang San's other shoulder. His voice carried a deliberately restrained, yet still jarringly "calm" and "certain" tone:

"Little San! Calm down! Look at me!"

Tang San slowly turned his head in a daze, his bloodshot eyes hollow as they looked at him.

Yu Xiaogang raised his voice, as though persuading Tang San, but also himself and everyone else. "It's all right! Your father will be fine! Look, the golden light from the Sky Screen teleported him away. There must be some kind of protection mechanism!"

"What matters is you!" His tone grew increasingly "impassioned." "The Sky Screen already said that you are a Soul from Beyond the Heavens, someone destined to become a God King!

This is a God King's trial! It is a hardship you must endure on your path to godhood! Your father... his sacrifice, perhaps... perhaps it was meant to temper your will and strengthen your resolve!"

The more he spoke, the more reasonable he found it. His voice nearly took on a fanatical edge. "Yes! That's it! A God King's plans run deep. Every hardship is for the sake of ultimate ascension!

Little San, you must be strong! You must understand the deeper meaning behind this! You cannot fall! You still have to participate in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament and prove my ideals.

How can you lose heart over such a minor setback? Even if you found your father now, you would not be able to help him. He is the Clear Sky Douluo; he will recover on his own.

Your road is still long. You still have to prove that my theories are correct! You still have to..."

"Enough!!!"

A furious roar, like the howl of a wounded beast, abruptly cut Yu Xiaogang off!

Tang San violently shook off Yu Xiaogang's hand from his shoulder. The force was so great that Yu Xiaogang staggered and nearly fell.

Tang San raised his head. His normally steady and calm eyes were now filled with terrifying blood vessels, churning with unprecedented pain, fury, and an utterly chilled disappointment.

He stared fixedly at Yu Xiaogang. His voice trembled from overwhelming emotion, yet every word was like an ice spike:

"My father... had his arm cut off over there, his Spirit Bone taken away, and his life or death is unknown... yet you're here telling me... this is a 'trial'? 'Tempering'? And you want me to 'understand'? With things like this, what Spirit Master tournament am I supposed to attend?!"

He stepped forward. The suppressed killing intent and chaotic Soul Power around him made even Xiao Wu's heart tremble. "Teacher... no, Yu Xiaogang! Are your theories and your proof more important than my father?!"

"I..." Yu Xiaogang took a step back, frightened by the unfamiliar, almost devouring look in his eyes. His face turned pale as he tried to explain. "That's not what I meant. I was saying..."

"There's no need to say any more." Tang San closed his eyes. When he opened them again, only deep exhaustion and distance remained within. "Once a teacher, always deserving of respect. Tang San would never dare forget the kindness you once showed me.

But from today onward... regarding my path of cultivation and my family matters, please... do not interfere again."

He turned around, no longer looking at Yu Xiaogang's face as it instantly turned deathly pale. Facing Dai Mubai and the others, who were also stunned by the conflict, he used the last of his strength to say hoarsely, "Sorry. I need some time alone."

With that, he pulled free from Xiao Wu's hand and staggered toward the academy, his back lonely and heavy.

Yu Xiaogang stood rigidly in place, his outstretched hand hanging futilely in midair, all color gone from his face.

His mouth hung open, but no sound emerged. He could only feel that the last traces of reverence or sympathy the others might have held for the Grandmaster had now completely turned into cold contempt and disgust.

Dai Mubai and the others looked at Yu Xiaogang, then toward the direction Tang San had left, their expressions complicated.

Ma Hongjun muttered softly, "What kind of teacher is that..." Oscar tugged at him, signaling him to stop, but the atmosphere had already fallen to freezing point.

The title of master and disciple might still remain, but the bond that had once seemed so strong had developed an irreparable crack amid Tang Hao's blood and Yu Xiaogang's cold, absurd "comfort."

Tang Hao's crushing defeat and the horrifying sight of his Spirit Bone being stripped away swept across the entire Douluo Continent like an icy current.

The Heavenly Pride Ranking's deterrence had reached unprecedented heights, especially for the top experts who possessed Spirit Bones.

That bizarre move, Trick, became a Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all Spirit Masters.

Amid this deathly atmosphere of fear, the Sky Screen rippled again, and a new name slowly emerged:

[Ranked Seventeenth: Golden Crocodile Douluo, age 150+, cultivation level 98 Titled Douluo, affiliated faction: Spirit Hall]

[Evaluation: Spirit Hall's Second Worship, possessor of the Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul, with defense and strength among the best in the world]

[Reward: Domain Enhancement, Martial Soul Quality Elevation]

[Random Prodigy successfully matched]

[Alakazam, age 8, level 91, affiliated faction: Pokemon World]

Within the Worship Hall, the atmosphere was as heavy as lead.

When he saw his own name appear on the ranking, especially when he saw that his opponent was also from that Pokemon World,

the imposing, wrinkled face of Golden Crocodile Douluo gradually turned solemn.

"This one is called Alakazam? At least it's not that monster from before!" Guangling Douluo's voice carried a barely noticeable tremor.

Qian Daoliu's gaze was profound as he said in a deep voice, "Golden Crocodile, you must be careful! We don't know whether every Pokemon has that kind of move. It should be a spiritual-type soul skill. Do not let it get close or lock onto you!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo took a deep breath, suppressing the unease in his heart. A fierce light erupted from his eyes. "Hmph! I have roamed the continent for over a hundred years. How could I be frightened off by mere tricks from another world?

No matter what Trick it uses, before absolute power, all is illusion! I want to see whether it can break through my Golden Crocodile Armor!"

Soul Power boiled around him as his fighting spirit was forcibly ignited, carrying a desperate resolve to risk his life.

As Spirit Hall's Second Worship, he could not afford the humiliation of showing fear without fighting.

Alakazam VS Golden Crocodile Douluo

The Prodigy Arena opened once more!