After Beating the Son, Her Next Target Was His Father, Tang Hao

Fourteen-year-old Spirit Emperor?

This is unreasonable!

As Xiao Wu walked down the arena tunnel, the deafening cheers Back Mountain still echoed in her ears.

She had just turned the corner when a figure pounced on her.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu!!"

Ning Rongrong.

Princess Seven Treasure Glazed's usual dignified and reserved persona shattered completely at this moment.

He grabbed Xiao Wu's arms with both hands, his eyes shining so brightly they could be used as flashlights.

His mouth was like a wound-up toy, it just wouldn't stop.

"That last kick was so cool!"

"I almost stood up and applauded when Tang San out."

"No, I've already stood up."

"You're so handsome!!"

Xiao Wu's head wobbled from being shaken, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Ning Rongrong, my arm is still there."

"Your transformation!"

Ning Rongrong showed no intention of letting go.

"After the transformation, her aura was incredible! My god, do you know how completely the male audience was stunned? They didn't even know where to look!"

"... Is there something wrong with your focus?"

Bai Chenxiang walked over from behind and handed her a bottle of water with a smile.

Her voice, gentle yet brimming with undisguised satisfaction, said, "Well done, clean and efficient."

Thanks.

Xiao Wu took the water and gulped down a large mouthful.

"Okay, Xiao Wu."

Dugu Yan leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Your Soul Bone Skill is even more powerful than I imagined."

He paused, a tiny smile playing on his lips, "But that final transformation... was truly breathtaking."

Xiao Wu's eyes crinkled into a smile.

Her eyes swept across the other side of the passageway.

Zhu Zhuqing stood there, not stepping forward, only giving a look.

A quiet, understanding gaze that needs no explanation.

Between girls who have both been let down, some things don't need to be said.

One look is enough.

Xiao Wu nodded almost imperceptibly.

Zhu Zhuqing also nodded.

The conversation between the two ended there.

Lin Qingmo stepped forward.

He didn't express excitement like the girls, nor did he offer praise, applause, or any other unnecessary gestures.

He simply asked, "Is your mind clear now?"

Xiao Wu draped the towel over her shoulder, tilted her head, and thought seriously for two seconds.

Then he grinned.

This smile was completely different from the coldness she displayed on the ring; it carried a touch of girlish frankness and a hint of unreasonable arrogance.

"Halfway there."

Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Xiao Wu clenched her fist, a hint of excessive seriousness flashing in her eyes.

"Beating my son wasn't enough."

She said, enunciating each word clearly, "One day, I'll beat his father Tang Hao, to a pulp too."

"Puff!"

Ning Rongrong almost spat out the water in her mouth, desperately covering her mouth, her eyes wide open like saucers.

Dugu Yan's lips twitched visibly twice.

The message spread faster than Xiao Wu Teleportation.

"Xiao Wu of the Imperial Fighting Team, a fourteen-year-old Spirit Emperor."

This news caused a stir among the participating teams at their respective bases in the Elite Tournament.

"Bang!"

In the Thunderclap Team's rest room, a fist slammed onto the table, sending a teacup flying and shattering on the floor.

The Captain's face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"We can still think of a way to deal with the Spirit King, Spirit Emperor... why would there be Spirit Emperor?"

In another room, the coach of a Seed Team swept all the tactical drafts on the table onto the floor and convened the team members overnight to redeploy their strategies.

"All the intelligence is useless!"

"A hidden Spirit Emperor, who knows how many more cards they're holding?"

"Those who thought they had seen through the opponent's cards were all fools!"

Further discussion spread through the corridors, in the taverns, and among the letters delivered overnight.

The Shrek Academy team walked among the departing crowd, unusually quiet.

Small groups of passersby excitedly discussed the battle that had just taken place.

Occasionally, someone would recognize Shrek's school uniform and cast a meaningful glance at them.

No one spoke.

It was as if a dark cloud was hanging over the entire team.

Ma Hongjun walked around with his hands in his pockets for a while before finally unable to hold it in any longer.

"Should I reassess what I've actually been practicing all these years?"

No one present could laugh, including himself.

Oscar leaned against a pillar in the aisle, arms crossed, and surprisingly didn't utter a single witty remark.

"Spirit Emperor at the age of fourteen."

He repeated to himself, "She's stronger than all of us, a whole level stronger."

Tang San and Dai Mubai had empty eyes.

The entire team was in a low mood.

The teachers walked at the front of the line, equally silent.

Flender's back was more hunched than usual.

The founder of Shrek has witnessed the rise and fall of too many geniuses.

However, the phrase "fourteen-year-old Spirit Emperor" still far exceeded his decades-long understanding.

Yu Xiaogang remained silent the entire way.

His mind wasn't racing with thoughts like, "Why is Xiao Wu so strong?"

This is a very broad question with too many variables; we cannot draw conclusions based on the information available.

He was thinking about something else.

The Captain of the Imperial Fighting Team.

The young man who sat quietly in the audience the whole time, handing out towels without making a sound, Lin Qingmo.

Was it him who raised Xiao Wu to this level?

Or is it that every step of the Imperial Fighting Team's growth was within this person's plan?

If it's the latter...

Yu Xiaogang unconsciously clenched his fists.

What's truly terrifying about this Imperial Fighting Team has never been any particular member.

It was Lin Qingmo!

Tang San walked at the very back of the group, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the group.

The injuries on my body were given basic treatment, but my left arm still aches slightly.

The throbbing kick mark on his chest was a stark reminder of how hard that kick had been.

This was also a reminder of how far apart he and Xiao Wu were.

He heard everything everyone else was saying.

"Spirit Emperor at fourteen years old is not comprehensible."

"His cultivation speed is beyond comprehension."

"Unless her cultivation method is beyond everyone's comprehension."

These questions in Tang San's mind pointed to only one answer he had known for a long time, but had never dared to touch.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Xiao Wu is Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit in human form.

The cultivation speed of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast after its transformation far surpasses that of a human; this may be a foundational quality etched into its very essence.

Xiao Wu's talent is not some kind of "human-level prodigy".

That's a natural consequence of 100,000 years of accumulation.

But understanding is one thing, accepting failure is another.

He looked down at the blood-soaked bandage on his wrist.

He lost.

It wasn't a narrow defeat, nor was it a close loss.

He was crushed and kicked out of the ring.

The Nine Absolute Clear Sky Techniques, which had been used with all its might, was torn to shreds with a single kick.

The feeling of helplessness I felt at that moment still lingers in my chest, like a thorn that I can't remove.

What hurt him even more than losing was the look in Xiao Wu's eyes.

That kind of coldness, treating someone worse than a complete stranger.

He wanted to salvage the situation; he wanted to explain everything.

But Xiao Wu on the stage didn't give him a chance to speak.

To win someone back requires ability; to offer an explanation requires qualifications.

He has neither of those things now.

Tang San gritted his teeth.

He wants to become stronger!

There is only one person who can make him stronger in the shortest amount of time.

Tang San raised his head, his gaze passing through the departing crowd, through the noisy dome, and looking towards some unknown direction in the distance.

Father.

Tang Hao.

He strode away, silently leaving Shrek's group, and disappeared into the end of the crowd.

No one noticed him leaving.

Or rather, everyone noticed, but no one had the extra thought to try and keep them.