Persistence, Guang Biao Retreats

"What is it?"

Tang Wulin was intrigued by Tang San's words and asked.

"Conviction and persistence." Tang San smiled slightly.

"In any battle, only the one who persists until the end is the ultimate winner; everything that happens before that is insignificant."

Tang San felt deeply about this point.

Tianshui, Blazing Fire, Divine Wind, Martial Soul Hall—which of those battles hadn't been a challenge for the Shrek Team back in the day?

Even the later Continental War and the War of the Twin Gods were just as difficult.

But in the end, weren't they still the victors?

After listening to Tang San's guidance and reflecting on his own experiences over the years, Tang Wulin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Old Tang, you're right!"

Having said that, Tang Wulin looked back at the battle in the arena, no longer feeling so discouraged.

Tang San watched Tang Wulin regain his confidence and nodded with satisfaction, then secretly used his Divine Sense.

He began to contact Tang Hao, who was within the Origin Space.

"Father, do you know what's going on with Xu Yue?"

A moment later, there was no response.

"Hmm?" Tang San frowned slightly. "What's going on?"

"Father? Mother?"

"Where are you?!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Xu Yue unleashed four consecutive strikes of the Lithic Spear Technique, each imbued with Spear Intent, perfectly showcasing the heavy, profound nature of the Spear Intent of Rock.

With each strike, he advanced, taking four steps forward in total!

Guang Biao, caught under the sharp edge of the Vortex Vanquisher, retreated with every strike until he reached the edge of the arena.

He looked at Xu Yue with a grave expression.

"Impossible! A mere Soul Elder, no matter how strong, how could he not retreat a single step against a Soul Emperor's attacks?"

Guang Biao's eyes suddenly narrowed as the Jade Shield on Xu Yue's body flickered a few times before shattering.

At the same time, that subtle sensation of being connected to the earth vanished instantly.

"So that's it! A Soul Skill effect!"

In an instant, Guang Biao realized the truth. "Good chance!"

Without hesitation, the fourth and fifth Soul Rings circling Guang Biao lit up instantly, and an extremely overbearing dragon aura erupted.

"Iron Armored Dragon Rage!" "Earth-Shaking Dragon Claw!"

In a flash, a massive, iron-gray dragon claw condensed beside Guang Biao and whistled down toward Xu Yue.

However, this strike wasn't aimed at Xu Yue himself, but rather at the ground in front of him.

Rumble!

As the dragon claw landed, the ground trembled and cracked.

After the Stone-Solid Tyrant Body dissipated, Xu Yue was knocked back several meters by the shockwave of the attack.

After steadying himself, Xu Yue narrowed his eyes and looked at Guang Biao.

Just then, several angry shouts erupted from the crowd.

"Guang Biao, you have some nerve!"

"A-Yue!! Are you okay?!"

A male voice and a female voice rang out one after another.

The newcomers were Xu Xiaoyu, Xu Xiaoyan's brother, and Mu Xi.

Guang Biao's momentum faltered as he looked at the two who had arrived.

Two yellow and one purple—both had the optimal Soul Ring configuration, causing his already furrowed brows to knit even tighter.

"Who are you?"

Xu Xiaoyu's expression was cold and stern: "Xu Clan, Xu Xiaoyu."

Mu Xi, standing beside Xu Yue, glared at him, her tone filled with fury: "Blacksmith Association, Mu Xi!!"

"East Sea Xu Clan, Chief Financial Officer?!"

"Blacksmith Association, surname Mu... Eight-Star Saint Craftsman Mu Chen!"

As the two pieces of information overlapped, Guang Biao's expression changed drastically.

Just the head of the Xu Clan and Mu Chen, the president of the Blacksmith Association, were both superior to him in terms of status, strength, and position.

Even with the Mecha Brigade backing him, he could not afford to offend them lightly.

"Guang Biao, is this how the Mecha Brigade protects Eastsea City? Is it the Federation's army or your own private force?"

"It seems it is time to report this to the Administrator."

Even though Xu Xiaoyu felt sorry for his sister and disliked Xu Yue's conduct, the other party was still the brother-in-law he had acknowledged in his heart; how could he let others bully him?

"A misunderstanding!" Guang Biao retracted his Martial Soul, a stiff smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "There must be some mistake regarding today's events."

After saying this, he barked a harsh command at the crowd behind him.

"What are you still standing there for? Get over here!"

Soon, two people were dragged out from the crowd.

They were none other than the two lackeys of Guang Long.

The two of them trembled as they recounted the events of yesterday.

After listening, Guang Biao immediately slapped them both, his face full of fury, before bowing toward Xu Yue.

"My apologies! I was deceived by today's events; Young Master Xu was right to teach them a lesson!"

He certainly knew that under his protection, Guang Long had done many such things.

But today, he could not withstand the pressure.

"Do you think an apology is enough to end this?" Looking at the uninjured Xu Yue, Mu Xi breathed a sigh of relief, but she remained furious.

"Of course not!" Guang Biao hurriedly waved his hands. "For the trouble caused to Young Master Xu today, there will naturally be compensation offered. What do you think..."

Xu Xiaoyu and Mu Xi both turned their gazes toward Xu Yue, waiting for his decision.

Xu Yue took a deep look at Guang Biao, retracted his Martial Soul, and replied indifferently: "I will accept the compensation."

Hearing this, Guang Biao let out a long sigh of relief.

"The compensation will be delivered shortly. I am truly sorry for the trouble caused to Young Master Xu today. I shall take my leave."

After Guang Biao finished speaking, he turned and walked away.

Someone in the crowd looked at Guang Biao and asked in a low voice.

"Are we really just going to let it go? Why don't we..."

Guang Biao shot him a cold glare. "Shut up!"

At this moment, his heart felt extremely heavy.

Connecting five shots had caused a sharp pain in his Sea of Spirit.

Such an anomaly made him think of something that only a genius could comprehend.

Intent!

He could not afford to provoke Xu Yue's background, and he could afford to provoke Xu Yue's future even less. If he gave the other party two more years, he, a Soul Emperor, might not even be a match for him.

In fact, even now, he might already be...

In a corner hidden from the crowd's view, Guang Biao raised his trembling right hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, a flash of bright red vanishing in an instant.

At the academy gate.

Although the surrounding crowd was gradually dispersing, the discussion about Xu Yue had not diminished; instead, it was intensifying.

"The little junior is so handsome. Is he in First Grade Class One? I wonder if I can get his communication number?"

"Save it. Didn't you see Senior Sister Mu Xi and that little junior sister who is always by her side?"

"Pfft, so what?"

The crowd gradually drifted away.

Mu Xi's pretty face still held a look of anger: "A-Yue, are we really just going to let this go? When I go home and find my father, I will definitely make this Guang Biao pay dearly."

Xu Yue's cold, sharp expression gradually softened, and he returned to a smile.

"How could I just let it go? But there is no need to trouble Uncle Mu." As he spoke, he looked at Xu Xiaoyu.

"Brother Xiaoyu, do you know which deputy captains are in the Mecha Brigade? They should be very interested in this."

"You mean?" Xu Xiaoyu was stunned, then suddenly realized. "I understand. This matter is simple."

After Xu Yue, Mu Xi, and the others left, there were still people lingering at the school gate—none other than Wu Zhangkong and his group.

Having watched the entire battle, Wu Zhangkong was not just surprised.

He was shocked, stunned.

In terms of technique alone, was Xu Yue's marksmanship high?

It was high, but not to a level he could not comprehend.

He had seen many students in the Shrek Inner Court who could reach Xu Yue's level, or even higher.

But one had to consider their age. What kind of age were those who could join the Shrek Inner Court?

How old was Xu Yue at this moment?

However, he had not come into contact with Xu Yue's spear like Guang Biao had, so naturally, he did not know about the other party's comprehension of Spear Intent.

Otherwise, he would likely find it difficult to maintain his current aloof demeanor at this moment.

"Teacher Wu! Are you alright!"

Tang Wulin's voice roused Wu Zhangkong from his daze.

He looked at the students beside him, then thought about the Class Promotion Tournament in a few days, gritted his teeth, and said coldly.

"Let's go! Everyone, get to training!"