Tang San's Suspicion
Xiao Wu noticed that Tang San was staring at Ye Lingling, and she felt a little jealous.
You should know that Tang San had never looked at her like that before.
Flender stood on the sidelines, his hands behind his back, his expression unpredictable.
Yu Xiaogang, standing beside him, had a furrowed brow and his lips pressed into a thin line.
The two had thought that by bringing the Shrek Seven Monsters to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, they could at least hold their own against the opposing team's main force, if not completely crush them, and perhaps even impress them.
Reality, however, gave them a resounding slap in the face.
Qin Ming also stood on the sidelines, his expression no better than Flender'.
He meant well, wanting the students from both sides to learn from each other and get to know one another.
But who could have predicted this outcome?
After a long silence, Flender coughed, adjusted his glasses, and forced a smile. "Qin Ming, we're new here and a bit unwell. The kids look tired too. Why don't you take us to settle in first? We can talk about the second team spot later."
He spoke quickly and urgently, as if afraid Qin Ming would bring up the matter of the second team's spots. Zhao Wuji nodded rapidly beside him and echoed, "Yes, yes, let's settle in first. We've been traveling for over ten days; we must be exhausted."
Xiao Wu raised her head somewhat unwillingly, wanting to say something, but Tang San gently tugged at her sleeve. She glanced at Tang San, but ultimately swallowed her words, her lips turning white from biting them.
Qin Ming opened his mouth, wanting to say something to persuade them to stay, but seeing Flender's obvious eagerness to leave, and considering the result of the match, he ultimately said nothing. He could only nod. "Then... then I'll take you to find accommodation first, and we can discuss this further."
The group left the training ground and headed towards the reception area behind the academy.
Once out of everyone's sight, Flender's smile vanished.
Flender took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt, and muttered under his breath, "What a huge embarrassment."
Zhao Wuji scratched his head. "Don't even mention it, I'm so ashamed. Seven against seven, and they got wiped out by two girls. I can't even say I came from Shrek when I get back."
"That girl who uses poison, her Poison Arts are at least level thirty-five or higher." Tang San finally spoke, his tone calm but his brows furrowed. "And that one who uses palm techniques, her close combat strength far surpasses that of ordinary Power Attack System."
Yu Xiaogang comforted him, "It's alright. You know, you're all around 12 years old. The others can't compare to you at all."
Tang San followed the crowd into the reception area, his face calm, but his heart was churning with turbulent emotions.
He didn't rush into the room, but leaned against a pillar in the corridor, his gaze fixed on the training field in the distance.
Martial arts.
This world should not have martial arts.
In his previous life, he spent decades immersed in the Tang Sect, mastering Hidden Weapon and internal energy techniques. His understanding of martial arts moves far surpasses that of anyone else in this world.
The palm technique Ye Lingling used today definitely does not belong to the Soul Master system of the Douluo Continent.
Soul Master rely on their Martial Soul, Soul Skill, and Soul Power in combat; no matter how exquisite their moves are, they are still based on the characteristics of their Martial Soul.
But Ye Lingling's palm technique is different. Each of her palm strikes and movements carries a complete and independent martial arts theory, combining both strength and gentleness. It is clearly a superior martial art that has been refined through countless trials.
"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu walked to Tang San's side and looked up at Tang San.
She noticed that Tang San had been silent since earlier, and his expression was unusually serious.
"It's nothing, there are just some things I haven't figured out." Tang San smiled, reached out and ruffled Xiao Wu's hair. "You go and rest first, I want to be alone for a while."
Xiao Wu was skeptical, but seeing Tang San smile at himself, most of her jealousy dissipated.
She nodded, turned around, and went into Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's room.
Tang San walked alone into the courtyard, found a stone bench and sat down, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the stone table.
Ye Lingling's palm technique had several very unique traces of force application, which were very similar to the Falling Blossoms Sword Technique from the martial arts world of her previous life.
He had seen fragments of that technique in ancient books; it was known for its lightness and elusiveness, with the sword strikes as swift as falling petals, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.
The palm technique Ye Lingling used today, whether in terms of body movement or the release and release of force, was exactly the same as that sword technique.
The Falling Blossoms Sword Technique doesn't exist in this world, which is why he was so shocked when he saw Ye Lingling make her move.
It's impossible for a native Soul Master from the Douluo Continent to create a superior martial art from the martial arts world of their previous life out of thin air.
Unless she has another master behind her, a master from her own world, a transmigrator like him.
This speculation made Tang San's heart beat a little faster involuntarily.
If Ye Lingling's master was a time traveler, then he must also have retained memories of his past life, just like her.
Since the other party was able to teach a disciple like Ye Lingling, their martial arts skills must be at least at the level of the Tang Sect elder, or even higher.
He stared in the direction of the training ground, his fingers tapping slower and slower on the stone table, his mind racing with calculations.
Should we try and test the waters?
Asking Ye Lingling directly won't get you anything; that girl Bingbing and her mouth is definitely tighter than stone.
But if we can find the place where she practices, we might be able to figure out her master's methods.
"Third Brother!" Ma Hongjun's voice suddenly came from afar, interrupting Tang San's thoughts.
He turned his head and saw Ma Hongjun running over with two chicken legs he'd snatched from the cafeteria, a carefree smile on his face, "What are you thinking about so intently? Are you still thinking about that masked beauty? Let me warn you, Xiao Wu was staring at you for ages in the hallway just now, and her gaze, tsk tsk, was hotter than my Phoenix Flame."
Tang San shook his head helplessly. "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just wondering why she's so strong."
"Who cares why she's strong? We'll get our revenge next time." Ma Hongjun plopped down next to Tang San, tore off a large piece of chicken, and mumbled, "It's just a loss. We'll practice some more and get our revenge sooner or later."
Tang San nodded and said nothing more.
On the other side, at the training ground.
"Little Guga!"
"Sister Yanyan, Sister Lingling!"
Jiang Lan ran towards Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, with Doro following behind.
When Dugu Yan saw Jiang Lan running towards her, her eyes lit up, and she immediately squatted down with her arms outstretched, a gentle smile on her face that could melt hearts.
Then Jiang Lan walked around her and grabbed Ye Lingling's leg.
Dugu Yan's smile froze on her face.
Her arms remained outstretched, like a sculpture frozen in time.
Three seconds later, she stiffly turned her head and saw the little Penguin Suit cub pressing its entire face against Ye Lingling's leg, its two little arms tightly gripping her long legs, and calling out, "Sister Lingling! I missed you so much!"