Over the next week.
Tang Wu tried the Ultra Bomb. After constantly refining it, he finally fixed the flaw that made the self-detonation hurt him.
The method was simple and straightforward: keep increasing his armor value.
When the benefits were this huge, brute force was all it took!
"Y-young Wu, I... I can't go on. I don't have a drop of Soul Power left."
Tang San was exhausted in body and mind, feeling completely drained.
His Soul Power Level was already lower than Tang Wu's, and on top of that, he had to share the damage—and still had that shared debuff to deal with.
Seeing the sorry state he was in, Tang Wu didn't comfort him. Instead, he seized the chance to tease him:
"Bro, you're way too weak!"
"If you can't even handle this, how are you going to get yourself a wife someday?"
Hearing that, Tang San rolled his eyes in exasperation and said:
"You've got some nerve. Every time, I have to spend a ton of Soul Power, then bear the burden of sharing the damage afterward. It'd be strange if I weren't exhausted."
While the Tang brothers were trading barbs, Ning Rongrong had made new progress nearby.
At first...
She hadn't had the faintest clue where to begin.
It wasn't until Tang Wu gave her a pointer that Ning Rongrong managed to gather her Soul Power together and control it more effectively.
First, she successfully condensed a little. Then she gradually spread it out until it reached her entire body.
After that.
Ning Rongrong adjusted the Soul Power in her body. The colorful Soul Power flowed to her right hand, turning it the glazed color of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.
After practicing over and over, she really did succeed.
Though she could only make parts of her body invisible for now, it was still a promising start.
Delighted, the little rich girl Ning Rongrong immediately made a grand gesture and booked out the biggest restaurant in Suotuo City.
She invited Zhu Zhuqing and the others to go feast that evening.
They were all young, brimming with the fire of youth, and it didn't take long for the atmosphere to grow lively.
They ate, they drank, and when it was time to complain, they let loose.
"So, how's everyone's training been going lately?"
Tang Wu sat in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, looking at the others as he spoke.
"Haah—" Ma Hongjun gobbled down the chicken leg beside him.
"Don't get me started. It's driving me nuts."
Then he started complaining about Gangzi's training methods:
"Fine, we have to run around carrying a basket every day. But after training, there's not even a bit of oil in our dinner."
"That little bit of meat isn't enough to digest..."
Ma Hongjun's complaint immediately won the support of Dai Mubai and Oscar.
Even the taciturn Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but nod quietly.
Training was important, sure, but without enough nutrition to replenish you, even an iron man would eventually collapse.
And that was with high-intensity training. Without enough support to back it up...
Forget Hundred-Year Soul Beasts—over this whole week, they hadn't even seen Soul Beast meat once.
So, their dissatisfaction with Gangzi had been growing by the day.
"If you ask me, Gangzi's a piece of trash. He's just a songstress..."
As Tang Wu brazenly tore Gangzi to shreds, he didn't notice the strange atmosphere around him at all.
Tang San and the others frantically signaled to him from the side, but he didn't catch on.
He was lost in his own world, beyond saving.
When Gangzi heard that Ning Rongrong had booked out the whole restaurant and was treating everyone to a meal at the biggest restaurant in Suotuo City, he had planned to take a look around and then leave.
But just as he reached the door, he heard Ma Hongjun and the others inside complaining about him, saying that running was completely useless.
Gangzi gritted his teeth and glared furiously at the people inside.
Hmph. You don't know what's good for you!
Running both trained you and strengthened your body. How could a bunch of green boys like you possibly understand?
You dare question my methods? You've already embarked upon the Path of Certain Death...
But Gangzi might not have had many other talents, yet he was peerless when it came to enduring things. He forcibly swallowed his anger.
He was as patient as a hundred-thousand-year-old turtle.
After all.
If he hadn't had that ability back then, Gangzi never would've escaped from the previous Supreme Pontiff—that was, Qian Xunji.
If he hadn't fled Spirit City with his tail between his legs back then, there wouldn't be the "Great Master" of today.
When it came to swallowing his anger, you had to hand it to our Gangzi.
But when Tang Wu spoke up again, he could no longer hold back his fury.
His face went black as a pot lid. He silently circled around behind Tang Wu, his voice flat, but laced with coldness.
"Oh? So you think you're pretty tough, huh~~~"
Tang Wu downed a glass of his drink and wiped his mouth casually, brimming with confidence.
"Just kidding. I'm super tough, all right?"
As he said that, he didn't realize that someone had appeared here at some point.
Tough—he was unbelievably tough!
Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong stared at Tang Wu in shock.
He dared to say that with Gangzi standing right behind him?
Well, what else could they say?
They'd give him that one...
"Tang Wu, turn around and take a look. Do you know who I am?"
"Oh, it's the Great Master. I was wondering who it'd be."
"I'll say it again: back then, I walked around with both hands in my pockets, because I didn't know what it meant to have a rival."
Tang Wu's swaggering reply made Gangzi laugh in anger.
He seemed helpless, but the truth was, he had no answer...
Tang San: As expected of Young Wu. He did so easily what we couldn't!
Xiao Wu: You can do that too? I learned something new, I learned something new—
Dai Mubai: Damn it, he's even better at showing off than I am!
The others reacted in all sorts of ways, but every one of them was waiting to see Gangzi make a fool of himself.
Gangzi took a deep breath. He understood what was going on.
His authority as a teacher was already gone. None of these students respected him anymore.
To turn the situation around, Gangzi said to Tang Wu:
"I know you, Tang Wu—and plenty of others here—aren't happy with me."
"How about this? Let's make a bet."
"If you can form a seven-person team and win ten matches in a row in the team competition, I'll resign as team leader and let you take over."
Tang Wu naturally agreed to such a good deal.
In his eyes, Gangzi might as well have handed the team leader position over to him on a silver platter.
Gangzi stormed out of the restaurant.
When he reached the doorway, he looked back at the laughter and chatter inside and curled his lips into a cold smile.
"Go on, laugh. You won't be laughing for long..."
Gangzi had already heard that a team had come all the way down from Heaven Dou Imperial City, winning every match by an overwhelming margin.
He knew one of its members better than anyone.
It was his own nephew, Yu Tianheng, who possessed the top-tier Beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
Thinking of this, Gangzi snorted.
"Pick a fight with me... Tang Wu, you're still too green."