A Pile of Rubble, a Pool of Blood, and a Group of People with Different Intentions

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A jet of blood spurted from Dai Mubai's mouth, exploding into a crimson mist in mid-air.

His massive, towering body was slammed away by an irresistible force.

His back slammed into a stone pillar at the edge of the Training Ground, a pillar that would take three people to encircle.

Dai Mubai was embedded in the collapsed rubble behind the stone pillar.

His right arm was twisted in the opposite direction at an eerie angle, with white bone fragments piercing through the flesh, exposed to the air mixed with mud and blood.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he passed out.

"..."

The entire hall fell silent.

Flender, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar rushed forward almost instantly.

"Mu Bai!"

Flender helped Dai Mubai.

The Soul Power probed into his body, and his face suddenly turned ashen.

Three ribs broken, internal organs damaged, requires at least a month of rest!

This isn't Sparring; this is clearly a murder plot!

"Tang San! Are you fucking insane?!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes were bloodshot, and his obese body trembled violently with anger, making him look like an angry bird whose tail had been stepped on.

"This is Sparring, not a fight to the death!"

Oscar frantically pulled out the Recovery Big Sausage and stuffed it into Dai Mubai's mouth, his eyes reddening.

"Boss Dai, hang in there! My Sausage incantation may be a bit lewd, but it's definitely more effective than any pill!"

Dai Mubai's lips twitched, whether from pain or anger, it was hard to tell.

Tang San withdrew his Clear Sky Hammer without expression.

The massive black hammer Entanglement in Blue Silver Grass shrank in his hand and eventually disappeared.

Sunlight fell on his cold, handsome profile, casting a shadow.

"I won."

The voice was calm.

"You--"

Ma Hongjun jumped up and pointed at Tang San's nose.

"Do you think you're so great? Huh? Boss Dai is already at a disadvantage, and you still use such heavy blows?!"

Tang San finally looked up at him.

He refused to admit defeat.

"So I helped him."

"You!!!"

Ma Hongjun trembled with rage, the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul flickering behind him, flames dancing on his fists.

The flames of the Evil Fire Phoenix burned brighter and brighter, about to erupt—but Flender grabbed his shoulder.

That's enough.

Flender's voice was deep, and his glasses reflected a cold light.

He looked at Tang San, took a deep breath, and said, "Tang San, I know you harbor resentment, but Mu Bai— "

"Dean."

Tang San interrupted him, his tone devoid of any respect.

"I don't need to hear this."

He turned around.

Those eyes were as calm as two dry wells.

There was no pride, no guilt, no superfluous emotion.

He glanced at Dai Mubai lying on the ground, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking at a split log.

"I've said it from the beginning—all I want is to win."

Tang San's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, yet it reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.

"In the world of Soul Master, there are no favors, no seniority, only strength."

"Dai Mubai couldn't withstand three of my hammer blows, which means he doesn't deserve to be the Captain."

"Since he's not good enough, then I'll do it."

"Is there a problem with me helping him face this fact?"

He paused, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, as if he were laughing, yet also as if he were mocking.

"If you're not satisfied, you're welcome to try anytime. Before the Clear Sky Hammer, everyone is equal."

"You!"

Ma Hongjun was so angry that his knuckles cracked.

Tang San shifted his gaze from Ma Hongjun and the others, slowly sweeping it towards the other side of the Training Ground.

Yu Tianheng, Osler, Shi Mo, Shi Mo.

The four people felt a cold sweat break out on their backs as that gaze swept over them.

Osler instinctively wanted to refute Tang San, but Shi Mo grabbed him from behind.

The Shi Mo shook its head slightly.

The meaning in those eyes was crystal clear— Tang San had just finished defeating Dai Mubai and was riding high on his momentum; whoever showed up first would be the next one lying on the ground.

Do you want to be a pioneer or a smart one?

Yu Tianheng clenched his fists tightly.

As the former top student of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and the successor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, he had never been looked down upon like this before.

But ironically, he couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.

Tang San defeated Dai Mubai with just three blows.

Three hammer blows shattered a level 44 Soul Ancestor.

This kind of combat weakness cannot be compensated for by courage or backbone.

It's like trying to smash a porcelain bowl against an iron pot; the more courageous you are, the more thoroughly it will shatter.

"From this day forward, I am the Captain of the Shrek Team."

Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like he was hammering each word into everyone's bones.

"Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

The silence was suffocating.

Yu Tianheng clenched his back teeth, and blood seeped from his gums, tasting metallic.

The words "I object" stuck in my throat.

But after glancing at Dai Mubai, whose fate was unknown amidst the rubble, he swallowed those three words back.

He wasn't afraid of dying. He was afraid of dying in vain.

Tang San's smile finally had some warmth—unfortunately, it was the temperature of ice.

"Very good, it seems no one objects."

He stepped out of the Training Ground.

Tang San's pace was neither hurried nor slow, but he paused for a moment as he passed by Yu Tianheng.

He didn't look at Yu Tianheng, but turned his head and said something in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Yu Tianheng, you are a smart man."

"A smart person knows when to speak and when to keep quiet."

"..."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Until Tang San's figure completely disappeared into the sunlight at the end of the Training Ground.

The oppressive aura that had been pressing down on everyone slowly receded like the tide.

Osler slumped to the ground, his back soaked with cold sweat, the clothes clinging to his skin.

He was panting heavily, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Is he really Tang San? He seems like a completely different person."

He was somewhat bewildered.

"Oh shit..."

Ma Hongjun slammed his fist into the ground, cracking the stone slab and sending fragments of stone flying half a foot high.

"Who does he think he is! He's just relying on his father! He's just relying on his Twin Martial Souls! What has our Boss Dai ever done to wrong him!"

Flender slowly pushed up his glasses, the light reflected from the lenses obscuring all the emotions in his eyes.

"Send Mu Bai to get treatment first."

Flender's back looked as desolate as an old man whose spine had been removed.

The wind blew across the Training Ground, stirring up pebbles and dust.

Yu Xiaogang stood in the shadows at the sidelines.

The wind tousled his gray hair, and his deeply lined face was devoid of color.

As Shrek Academy's Theory Master, he witnessed everything.

From his vantage point, he could clearly see Tang San's profile as he turned to leave.

That was clearly Tang Hao's silhouette when he was young—the same coldness, the same decisiveness, the same madness.

But there was nothing he could do.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth.

"The advantage of Twin Martial Souls is that they can be cultivated one after the other, circumventing the limitations of Spirit Ring Age, and theoretically, they can reach unprecedented heights."

"This is a theory I've developed over twenty years, and it's the research result I'm most proud of in my life."

His fingers dug deeply into his arm.

But now, in order to forcefully break through to the Soul Ancestor, Xiao San only added a thousand-year-old Spirit Ring to the first three Clear Sky Hammer.

Millennium!

For those with Twin Martial Souls, this is a waste of their talent!

How could such a smart child not understand this principle?

"He clearly understood the consequences better than anyone else... He could have tried to solve the problem of his Martial Soul..."

The wind carried away his mutterings.

As Theory Master, Yu Xiaogang understands better than anyone what this means.

Once the balance between the two Martial Soul is completely broken, Tang San will no longer be the one with the advantage of Twin Martial Souls.

His future, his future that should have been infinitely bright, was abruptly cut short by this momentary frenzy and short-sighted pursuit of quick success.

Everything is going off track.

The mutation of the Blue Silver Grass, Xiao Wu's departure, and Lin Qingmo, that monstrous genius who appeared out of nowhere, repeatedly crushed the pride of the Xiao San...

All the lines snapped.

As the teacher, there was nothing he could do but stand on the sidelines and watch.

"Where should my theory go from here...?"

Yu Xiaogang's voice faded into the wind, and no one answered.

All that remained on the Training Ground was rubble, a pool of blood, and a group of people, each with their own agendas.