Imperial Fighting Team vs. Blazing Fire Academy, Tang San's Miserable Days
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
It was a scorching summer afternoon.
In the Cultivation Ground of the Blue Tyrant Academy, heat waves mixed with sharp fluctuations of Soul Power surged endlessly.
The bluestone pavement, etched with indentations of varying depths by the constant impact of Soul Power over the years.
In the center of the field.
Dai Mubai was shirtless.
His well-defined muscles were taut, and beads of sweat slid down his bronze skin, hitting the ground.
His Evil Eye flashed with a sharp light, and his tiger-like roar shook the surrounding paulownia leaves.
"Drink!"
A punch imbued with Soul Power slammed heavily onto the Dark Iron Trial Stone in front of him.
The thick stone surface was gradually covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
The aftershocks of the White Tiger Intense Light Wave that spewed from its mouth rippled several meters away, stirring up dust on the ground.
Dai Mubai shook his numb wrist and exhaled a breath of stale air.
"My Soul Power circulation is still a bit lacking. Let's try again."
"Beep!!!"
Not far away, Ma Hongjun was controlling the Evil Fire to swirl around his body.
The intense golden-red flames distorted the surrounding air.
The sweat that had just seeped out from his forehead was instantly evaporated into white mist.
He clenched his teeth, continuously channeling his Soul Power.
"Steady! Even more steady!"
The flames suddenly contracted, then exploded again, condensing into a fine Huo Yu in mid-air.
On the other side of the open space.
The four members of the former Imperial Fighting Team are also training diligently.
Lightning crackled faintly from Yu Tianheng's hanging hand.
The power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's bloodline surged through his meridians.
With each breath, a faint crackling sound of electricity exploded.
He pointed his finger forward, and purple lightning suddenly shot out, blasting a charred crater in the ground.
"The glory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon must not be tarnished in my hands."
The two brothers, Shi Mo Shi Mo, are leaning against each other, practicing their defensive coordination.
A thick barrier of Martial Soul power solidified into an unbreakable shield between the two.
Shi Mo shouted, "Condense!"
The Shi Mo responded immediately, "Steady!"
The two Soul Power merged, and the barrier withstood the impact of the Soul Power without moving an inch.
Osler's figure flickered in and out of sight at the edge of the Training Ground.
He pushed the speed of the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul to its limit, leaving only afterimages.
He constantly adjusted his breathing, refining the connection between his surprise attack and evasion.
Each dodge landed precisely at the pre-set point.
All four were core members of the Imperial Fighting Team.
Since they entered Blue Tyrant Academy, they rarely hear or pay attention to news about the Imperial Fighting Team anymore.
Everyone is working hard to cultivate and prepare for the Soul Master Tournament.
In the most secluded, shady spot of the Training Ground.
Tang San sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating alone.
The Blue Silver Grass around him spread silently along the ground.
His face was shrouded in a lingering gloom.
During this period, his life was a complete mess.
Xiao Wu was not by his side.
Tai Tan suddenly departed, and there was still no definite news about the father's injuries.
What frustrated him even more was that everyone around him was rapidly improving, while his own Soul Power was crawling along like a tortoise.
He cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill day and night, and his Soul Power barely reached level 33.
But at this critical juncture, progress abruptly stalled.
The Soul Power within the meridians was like solidified stagnant water; no matter how much it was stimulated, it didn't advance an inch.
Tang San pondered to himself that the root cause of his sluggish Soul Power might be related to the mutation of his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
But now he had no other choice but to wait for Tai Tan to send back a message about his father.
Once a renowned genius of the Academy, he is now the slowest improving member of the team.
Moreover, he was not happy at the Blue Tyrant Academy.
He was ostracized by Dai Mubai, Yu Tianheng, and their group.
No one even wanted to talk to him.
Every time he met Dai Mubai, he could sense the faint but palpable ferocity and killing intent emanating from him.
Tang San felt a surge of pent-up frustration in his chest.
In the midst of the solemn atmosphere of ascetic practice, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.
Oscar burst into the Cultivation Ground with a bang, his bangs flying wildly in the wind.
He was still clutching half a half-eaten Recovery Big Sausage in his hand, the casing still steaming.
He was panting as he shouted at the crowd, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.
"Boss Dai! Stop practicing right now! Something terrible has happened!"
Everyone withdrew their Soul Power and looked in the direction of the voice.
Dai Mubai frowned, wiped the sweat from his chin, and asked in a deep voice, "Little Ao, why are you in such a panic? What's wrong?"
Oscar rushed to the center of the crowd.
He caught his breath and eagerly blurted out the information he had gathered.
" At the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, the Imperial Fighting Team will face off against the Blazing Fire Academy from the Elemental Academies in a formal team Soul Fighting! This evening!"
Upon hearing this, the noise in the Cultivation Ground abruptly ceased.
All eyes were on Oscar.
Yu Tianheng abruptly stopped, his eyes, like purple lightning, narrowed sharply, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
Memories of being the Captain of the Imperial Fighting Team flooded back, stirring up a complex mix of emotions in my chest.
He cares about Dugu Yan.
There is considerable interest in this clash of titans.
There's also a touch of melancholy, a sense that things have changed and people are no longer the same.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you talking about the current Imperial Fighting Team?"
Oscar nodded vigorously. "That's right! It's the Imperial Fighting Team where Dugu Yan is the vice- Captain!"
The two brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, exchanged a glance.
His usually composed face now showed a hint of seriousness.
Hearing news of the old team, a wave of emotion inevitably welled up in his eyes.
Osler also stopped in his tracks.
Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed together.
In those eyes that always held a bit of slyness, half was filled with eager curiosity, and half was filled with unspeakable emotion.
He took a half step forward and asked, "Will Vice Captain Dugu Yan personally take to the field?"
"Of course!"
Oscar raised his chin.
"I heard that the Imperial Fighting Team is fielding their full strength this time."
The four former members of the Imperial Army had different expressions, but they all held their breath in unison.
Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up immediately.
He immediately withdrew the Phoenix Fire around him, took a few steps to Dai Mubai's side, and nudged his arm with his elbow.
He shouted excitedly at the top of his lungs, "Royal Fighter vs. Blazing Fire? This is a clash of top teams! Boss Dai, shall we go to the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena and join the fun?"
Dai Mubai almost without hesitation, his voice crisp and decisive. "Go."
"Of course I'll go!"
"As potential opponents in the future All-Continent Soul Master Tournament, it will only be beneficial to observe their strength and understand their trump cards."
That sounds very high-sounding.
In reality, Dai Mubai still couldn't let go of Zhu Zhuqing, even though he wasn't a complete man anymore.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Tianheng took a deep breath to suppress the surging emotions in his chest.
He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "I'll go too."
The Shi Mo and Shi Mo brothers immediately responded, "We'll go together."
Osler nodded. "Count me in."
Oscar scratched his head and chuckled.
"I knew you guys would go. I already had someone book the best seats in the stands in advance, so you can see every single detail of the entire stadium!"
Dai Mubai patted Oscar on the shoulder, his tone tinged with approval. "Well done."
Ma Hongjun waved his arms excitedly and shouted, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now, or we won't be able to get in!"
Everyone packed their things and walked out of the Cultivation Ground together.
The noisy voices gradually faded away, and the Cultivation Ground returned to silence.
No one noticed that in the most secluded shady spot of the Training Ground, the Blue Silver Grass vines that had been spreading close to the ground were silently retreating back to the ground.
Tang San slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with complex emotions.
He heard every single conversation.
"Imperial Fighting Team... Blazing Fire Academy..."
"Click!"
The Soul Power suddenly tightened, and the pebbles were crushed into powder.