A Bet (Seeking Recommendations)

Over the following week.

Tang Wu experimented with the Ultra Bomb, and through constant refinement, he finally fixed the flaw where the self-detonation would injure himself.

The method was simple and unpretentious: he kept increasing his own armor value.

Brute force solves everything!

"Li-little Wu, I... I can't do it anymore, I don't have a single drop of soul power left."

Tang San was physically and mentally exhausted, feeling as though his body had been completely hollowed out.

His soul power level was already inferior to Tang Wu's, and with the shared damage and the persistent debuff, he was at his limit.

Seeing the miserable state of his brother, Tang Wu didn't offer comfort, but instead took the opportunity to tease him:

"Brother, aren't you a bit too weak?"

"If you're already failing like this, how are you going to find a wife in the future?"

Hearing these words, Tang San rolled his eyes in speechlessness and said:

"You have the nerve to say that? Every time, you force me to consume massive amounts of soul power, and on top of that, I have to bear the burden of the shared damage. It would be strange if I didn't end up like this."

Just as the two brothers were trading barbs, Ning Rongrong, not far away, was making her own progress.

At the very beginning...

She hadn't had the slightest clue where to start.

It wasn't until Tang Wu gave her a reminder that Ning Rongrong was able to concentrate her soul power and control it more effectively.

She successfully condensed a single point first, then gradually expanded it until it spread throughout her entire body.

Afterward.

Ning Rongrong regulated her soul power, channeling the colorful energy to her right hand and transforming it into the glazed color of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

Through constant practice, she had actually succeeded.

Although she could currently only turn parts of her body invisible, it was a promising start.

The happy little heiress Ning Rongrong waved her hand and booked out the largest restaurant in Soto City.

She called Zhu Zhuqing and the other three girls to go out for a feast that evening.

They were all young and in the prime of their hot-blooded youth; the atmosphere became lively not long after the meal began.

They ate, drank, and roasted each other to their hearts' content.

"So, how are your training results coming along lately?"

Tang Wu sat in his chair, crossing his legs as he looked at the others.

"Ugh—" Ma Hongjun swallowed a chicken leg in one gulp.

"Don't even get me started."

He immediately began to complain about Gangzi's training methods:

"Running with a basket on my back every day is one thing, but there's not even any grease in the dinner after training."

"That little bit of meat isn't even enough to digest..."

As soon as Ma Hongjun said this, he immediately received support from Dai Mubai and Oscar.

Even the reticent Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but nod silently.

Training was important, but without sufficient nutritional supplements, even an iron man would eventually collapse.

High-intensity training without adequate logistical support was unsustainable.

Forget about thousand-year soul beasts; they hadn't even seen a piece of hundred-year soul beast meat all week.

Thus, their dissatisfaction with Gangzi had been growing day by day.

"If you ask me, Gangzi is nothing; he's just a..."

Just as Tang Wu was brazenly belittling Gangzi, he failed to notice the shift in the atmosphere around him.

Tang San and the others were frantically signaling him with their eyes, but he remained oblivious.

He was lost in his own world, unable to stop himself.

Gangzi had heard that Ning Rongrong had booked the entire restaurant to treat everyone, and he had intended to just take a look and leave.

That was until he reached the door and heard Ma Hongjun and the others complaining that the running was useless.

Gangzi gritted his teeth, his eyes glaring viciously at the group inside.

Hmph, ungrateful brats!

Running could exercise the body and strengthen the physique; how could these wet-behind-the-ears kids understand that?

To dare to question my methods—it seems you have already chosen the path to death...

However, if Gangzi had no other skills, his ability to endure was truly formidable; he forcibly swallowed his rage.

He was like a hundred-thousand-year-old turtle.

After all.

If not for relying on this ability back then, Gangzi would never have managed to escape from the previous Pope, Qian Xunji.

If he hadn't tucked his tail between his legs and fled Spirit City, there would be no "Grandmaster" today.

One could say that when it comes to swallowing one's pride, our Gangzi is the one to watch.

It wasn't until Tang Wu spoke again that he could no longer suppress the fury in his heart.

His face was as dark as a pot lid as he silently circled behind the other, his voice devoid of ripples, yet filled with a pervasive chill.

"Oh, so you're quite brave, aren't you~~~"

Tang Wu finished a drink, wiped his mouth casually, and said proudly:

"Just kidding, I'm super brave, okay?"

When he said this, he didn't realize that someone had appeared here at some point.

Brave, truly too brave!

Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong looked at Tang Wu with eyes full of shock.

To say such a thing right in front of Gangzi?

Well, what else is there to say.

Just give it to him...

"Tang Wu, turn around and see who I am first?"

"Oh, so it's the Grandmaster. I was wondering who it could be."

"I'll say it again: that year, with my hands in my pockets, I didn't know what it meant to have an opponent."

Tang Wu's pretentious reply made Gangzi laugh out of anger.

He appeared helpless, but in reality, he was at his wit's end...

Tang San: As expected of Tang Wu, he easily accomplished what we couldn't!

Xiao Wu: Can you really do that? Learned it, learned it----

Dai Mubai: Damn it, he's even better at showing off than I am!

The reactions of the others varied, but without exception, they were all waiting to see Gangzi make a fool of himself.

Gangzi took a deep breath, realizing this point as well.

His dignity as a teacher no longer existed; these students no longer respected him.

To salvage the situation, Gangzi said to Tang Wu:

"I know that you, Tang Wu, and many others present, are very dissatisfied with me."

"How about this, let's make a bet, shall we?"

"As long as you form a seven-person team and maintain a ten-game winning streak in team matches, I will resign from the position of team leader and let you take over."

With such a good deal, Tang Wu naturally agreed.

In his view, Gangzi's move was no different from handing over the team leader position on a silver platter.

Gangzi turned and left the restaurant in a huff.

When he reached the door, looking at the laughter inside, a cold sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"Laugh, keep laughing, you won't be able to laugh for long..."

Gangzi had already heard that a team had come all the way down from Heaven Dou Imperial City, ending every match with a crushing victory.

He was more than familiar with one of the team members.

It was his own nephew, Yu Tianheng, who possessed the top-tier beast spirit, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Thinking of this, Gangzi snorted coldly:

"Fighting with me... Tang Wu, you're still a bit too green."