Tang San Makes a Bet? Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Golden Sacred Dragon vs. Level 93 Dugu Bo!

Yu Xiaogang's whole body shuddered. As if waking from a dream, he raised his head.

"You mean... the Golden Sacred Dragon?"

That was the trump card that had let their Golden Iron Triangle run rampant across the continent.

Even though the gap between their levels was now enormous, the essence of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill was the sublimation of bloodline and spirit.

After all these years, Flender and Liu Erlong had both cultivated to the level of high-ranking Soul Saints.

With his Luo Sanpao Martial Soul as the core, their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Golden Sacred Dragon, might even reach the power of a Titled Douluo!

Hearing this, a glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He knew full well how powerful Martial Soul Fusion Skills were.

Tang San stepped forward and looked straight at Golden Crocodile Douluo and Dugu Bo. He spoke in a deep voice:

"Since you seniors consider yourselves strong, surely you wouldn't stoop to bullying the weak.

"How about we make a bet?"

Hearing this, Dugu Ce felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

A bet?

Dugu Ce gave it a brief thought.

Then he remembered that, in the original story, Tang San really did enjoy betting against people.

Dugu Bo raised an eyebrow.

"What are we betting?"

Tang San pointed at the three of them, his voice firm.

"We'll bet on my teacher and the others' Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

"If they can hold off any one of you for a minute, you must let Dean Liu go and leave Blue Tyrant Academy!"

"If they can't, everyone from Shrek Academy will submit to your judgment!"

Tang San was betting on the pride of his opponents as peak experts. He was also betting that the Golden Sacred Dragon could work a miracle.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world and couldn't help bursting into laughter.

He looked down at Tang San, then at Yu Xiaogang, whose face had gone ashen, and curled his lips in amusement.

"One minute?

"Little boy, it seems you have some misunderstanding about the words 'Titled Douluo.'"

Not to mention him—even Dugu Bo and Dugu Xuan

could easily crush the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Yu Xiaogang and the others!

When Yu Xiaogang heard Golden Crocodile Douluo speak, his heart clenched. His face turned from white to green.

Back in Spirit City, he had used his connection with Bibi Dong to read countless confidential Spirit Hall texts, plagiarized...

No, he meant studied the material, and published his own works on Martial Soul Theory.

At the same time, he had learned from Bibi Dong that

Golden Crocodile Douluo was the Second Worship of the Worship Hall, with a terrifying Soul Power of Level 98.

The only way to describe him was terrifying beyond belief.

If the three of them had to face Golden Crocodile Douluo,

they probably wouldn't last even ten seconds.

"G-Golden Crocodile Douluo!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled. He even set aside his dignity, took a few steps forward, and bowed humbly.

"As the Second Worship of the Worship Hall and a Level 98 Peak Douluo, you are a highly respected senior in the Soul Master World.

"We juniors are no more than ants in your presence. Please... please show mercy and don't take part in this bet."

Golden Crocodile Douluo had been sneering, but at this, he paused and looked at Yu Xiaogang in surprise.

"Oh?

"You useless fool actually recognize me?"

"This junior was fortunate enough to hear of your illustrious reputation while in Spirit City."

Cold sweat beaded on Yu Xiaogang's forehead. His tone was as ingratiating as it could be.

"With your status, if you were to act personally, we wouldn't be able to withstand even a second—not even if you released a wisp of your aura.

"If you took part in this bet... it would truly be beneath your dignity."

"Hahahaha!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo threw his head back and laughed. His laughter made the surrounding bamboo grove rustle.

"Now that's interesting! Truly interesting!

"How could Bibi Dong have fallen for a spineless thing like you back then?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo had remembered.

If it hadn't been for Yu Xiaogang, how would so many troublesome things have happened afterward?

Dugu Bo let out a sneer from the side.

"Second Worship, this useless fool is afraid you'll slap him into a meat paste."

Golden Crocodile Douluo stopped laughing, his eyes full of mockery.

"Relax. I haven't fallen so low that I need to lay a hand on a few defective products like you.

"Either of these two brothers of mine is more than enough to deal with you."

In Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes,

the three of them could barely manage to form the shape of a Radiant Sacred Dragon by joining forces.

Compared with Dugu Ce, they were worlds apart!

Golden Crocodile Douluo turned to Dugu Ce and said casually:

"Ce'er, since this little brat wants to play, humor them.

"I'd like to see how many seconds this so-called Golden Sacred Dragon can last against one of my brothers."

As he spoke, Golden Crocodile Douluo moved his lips slightly and sent a voice transmission to Dugu Ce.

He told Dugu Ce that the cowering figure behind Yu Xiaogang and the others—Xiao Wu—was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had taken human form.

Ever since Xiao Wu had entered Blue Tyrant Academy,

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Dugu Bo, and Dugu Xuan had all detected her true identity.

Dugu Ce wasn't surprised in the least.

"Since Second Grandpa is in the mood, then let's do as they say."

Dugu Ce looked at Yu Xiaogang coldly, not a trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Yu Xiaogang, don't say I never gave you a chance.

"If your Martial Soul Fusion Skill can last a minute against Great-Uncle, I'll let Liu Erlong go."

"Is that a promise?"

A glimmer of hope flared in Flender's eyes.

In Flender's view,

Dugu Bo was merely a Title Floor Tile.

Among Titled Douluo, his strength was only bottom-tier.

His poison arts were mainly effective in group battles.

Against Dugu Bo, they might not only be able to hold out for a while—they might even win!

"This old man never makes empty promises."

Dugu Bo stepped out from the crowd. Green Soul Power danced at his fingertips as he stared sinisterly at Yu Xiaogang.

"Useless fool, begin your performance.

"I'd like to see how much fire that dragon made from your farting pig can muster."

As he spoke, Dugu Xuan also dispersed the Soul Power chains, freeing Liu Erlong.

Yu Xiaogang drew a deep breath. Though he was still terrified,

seeing that Golden Crocodile Douluo truly had no intention of acting, he finally managed to steady himself.

He called out to Flender and Liu Erlong:

"Erlong, Flender, take your positions!"

Liu Erlong hadn't looked at Yu Xiaogang again once. She simply let her Soul Power be drawn out, her voice hollow and blank.

"For the sake of freedom, let's do it."

"Sun and Moon Shine, Golden Turn!"

Yu Xiaogang roared as he hurled Luo Sanpao into the air, his hands rapidly forming seals.

Flender and Liu Erlong took their places on either side. The three of their Soul Powers intertwined in the air, forming a huge golden triangle.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

Yellow, yellow...

The Soul Rings rose beneath the three of them, then fused together as well.

However, at the crucial moment when their Soul Powers were fusing, the golden light began to shudder violently.

"Erlong!

"Steady your mind!"

Flender's expression changed drastically. He could feel Liu Erlong's Soul Power output faltering.

Liu Erlong curled her lips in self-mockery. Looking at Yu Xiaogang's face twisted with fear, she felt a wave of sorrow.

Was this the man she had waited for?

Was this the "hero" she had loved for twenty years?