Black Bear Three

Tang San walked up to the counter. "Please get us three rooms."

The attendant behind the counter stood up and looked at Ning Chuan, then at Xiao Wu, who was standing very close to him. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes before he revealed a knowing half-smile. "Sorry, we only have two rooms left."

"Two rooms? That'll do." Tang San froze for a moment, thinking that two rooms would be enough. Xiao Wu could have one to herself, while he could make do and reluctantly share one with Ning Chuan.

But the attendant's next words nearly made Tang San's eyes blaze red as he panted like a bull. "Yes, only two rooms. But rest assured, our rooms are fully equipped, and the beds are large enough for your two companions to share one."

As he spoke, he shot Ning Chuan a look that said, You know what I mean.

Ning Chuan had not expected to be mistaken for having a thing with this rabbit, and found it rather amusing.

Before Tang San could answer, Xiao Wu said bluntly, "Then two rooms it is. Black Bro, you can have one room to yourself. Little Six and I will share one. We stayed in the same dorm room all the time at Notting Academy anyway."

"No. It must be three rooms. Xiao Wu, men and women should keep their distance. You two can't stay together. Besides, we've already graduated. We're not at Notting Academy anymore."

Tang San refused sternly.

When it came to matters of principle, Tang San would not yield even an inch. Otherwise, how could he let Ning Chuan share a hotel room with Xiao Wu? A lone man and a lone woman—how could that possibly be acceptable?

Then he added, "Xiao Wu, how about this? Ning Chuan and I can squeeze into one room, and you can have one to yourself. Ning Chuan, what do you think?" That last question was directed at Ning Chuan, and his tone seemed to carry a hint of warning.

But how could Ning Chuan let this bastard have his way? "No need. I think Xiao Wu's suggestion is quite good."

At those words, Xiao Wu's heart went numb, because this was the first time Ning Chuan had responded to her.

"Ning Chuan!"

After five years, Xiao Wu called Ning Chuan's name again, gazing at him with lovestruck eyes.

And so, Tang San exploded.

He felt as though his head had turned green.

The fury in his heart surged upward in an instant, as though someone had stolen his wife.

But Ning Chuan clearly had no intention of stopping until he pissed him off to death. He said to the attendant, "Please open those two rooms for me."

"Ning Chuan!" Tang San ground his teeth.

Just as he was about to erupt, an unexpected voice came from outside.

"You don't need to argue anymore. These rooms are all mine."

The three of them turned toward the entrance at once and saw three people walk in. One man and two women. The women were dressed flamboyantly, tall and slender, and looked alike, as if they were twins. The man was slightly taller than Ning Chuan, standing a full meter eighty tall. He had broad shoulders, handsome features, and long golden hair. Most striking of all were his eyes—each pupil was doubled.

"Dai Mubai?" Ning Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly guessed his identity.

"What does this have to do with you?" Tang San was already furious, so naturally he showed Dai Mubai no pleasant expression.

Unexpectedly, when Dai Mubai saw Tang San, he suddenly laughed. He sized him up from head to toe and said, "Tell me, are you a kiln worker or a charcoal seller? You're really quite a handsome shade of black."

"Maybe he's some blind bear that wandered out from who knows where."

"Perhaps his Martial Soul really is a blind bear."

The twins beside Dai Mubai also laughed when they saw Tang San's appearance. Tang San simply looked too ridiculous. Whether it was his build or skin color, he looked exactly like a blind bear.

"You bastards!"

They said that the more one lacked something, the more one cared about it. To date, Tang San had two taboos: one was Xiao Wu, and the other was anyone calling him dark. Aside from Xiao Wu and his father, Tang Hao, he would fight practically anyone who called him dark to the death.

This time was no exception.

Hearing Dai Mubai and the others mock him in different ways, Tang San immediately flew into a rage. His eyes reddened and he panted like a bull, no longer able to restrain himself. His right foot stamped forward, and he shot three meters ahead, throwing a punch at Dai Mubai.

The instant he threw that punch, Tang San's hand turned jade-white.

"Good!"

In truth, Dai Mubai had not come here for rooms at all. He had come looking for a fight. He could feel intense soul power fluctuations from the three before him, not much weaker than his own. In particular, the fair, refined, and imposing one gave him a sense that he was no weaker than himself.

Looking at their ages, aside from the black lump of charcoal before him, whose age he could not determine, the other two were definitely no older than thirteen.

Not yet thirteen, yet arriving in Suotuo City at this time—weren't they obviously here to register for Shrek Academy?

That was why he had decided to test them.

Seeing Tang San's punch coming at him, a sinister gleam flashed through Dai Mubai's Evil Eyes. His right palm suddenly rose, and as he lunged forward, he met Tang San's fist with a punch of his own.

With a muffled bang, Tang San's charging body was forced back four or five steps. Dai Mubai did not retreat a single step, but he looked at his opponent in surprise. His right hand felt as though it were splitting apart in pain, as if he had struck a bronze pillar.

Tang San was the same, his eyes filled with shock. His punch contained the Mysterious Heaven Skill. His own strength was not weak after years of working as a blacksmith, and combined with the properties of the Mystic Jade Hand, he had still been driven back.

Ning Chuan watched their exchange and clicked his tongue inwardly. Competing in strength with a Power Attack Type Soul Master—worthy of Tang Buddha indeed.

"Good. You can take one of my punches, so you've got some skill. But I'm not interested in you. What is this gentleman's name? How about the two of us spar?"

Dai Mubai turned his gaze toward Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan stepped forward and calmly stated his name. "Ning Chuan!" It had been some time since he had fought a real battle. Dai Mubai barely qualified.

Dai Mubai raised an Evil Eye. "Good. Then let us have a battle today. White Tiger Avatar." A powerful pale-white radiance suddenly erupted from his body. Dai Mubai thrust out his chest and spread both arms to his sides as his body abruptly doubled in size. In the blink of an eye, white fur covered Dai Mubai, transforming him into an upright humanoid white tiger.

At the same time, three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—quietly rose. As the rings revolved, surging soul power formed a wave-like pressure that crashed head-on toward them.

"A Thousand Year Spirit Ring!" Xiao Wu cried out, panic appearing in her eyes. She wanted to step forward and fight alongside Ning Chuan, but Tang San stopped her.

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu. Ning Chuan can handle it."

Tang San had calmed down by now, but he did not think highly of Ning Chuan. Like Yu Xiaogang, Tang San believed Ning Chuan had taken medicine, which was why his soul power had gradually caught up to his and Xiao Wu's.

After all, how strong could someone with Innate Soul Power Half Level be? He could not even break through the level-thirty bottleneck.