The Tang Father and Son's Crushing Defeat

Hearing the title Boss Bai, Bai Ye turned toward the source of the voice and recognized Xiao Wu at a glance as she weaved through the crowd.

Six years had changed her appearance, but her distinctive scorpion braid remained the same.

"Boss Bai, why are you here? Are you joining Shrek Academy too?" Xiao Wu stopped before Bai Ye, looking up at him with a broad smile.

"Mm." Bai Ye nodded with a smile.

Though it was an utterly ordinary response, Xiao Wu felt delighted.

However, Tang San, who had arrived afterward, felt uncomfortable all over.

"Little San." Bai Ye called out to Tang San, then looked at Xiao Wu and gave her a meaningful glance.

He was asking: You two came together?

Xiao Wu nodded, explained why, then casually told Bai Ye about everything she had experienced over the years.

When Bai Ye heard that Xiao Wu was the elder sister and Tang San the younger brother, a strange expression appeared on his face.

Looking again at Tang San's expression, it was easy to see that although their positions had been switched, Tang San's feelings for Xiao Wu remained and were very obvious.

Because Tang San was glaring at him furiously.

To be honest, Bai Ye could not tell whether Tang San's anger came from love or from resentment over what Bai Ye had done to him years ago.

Or perhaps it was both.

"Bai Ye, fight me!" Tang San stared at Bai Ye with blazing battle intent.

"Little San, don't make trouble." Before Bai Ye could speak, Xiao Wu stepped in to stop him. They had finally met again after so many years, so why did he want to fight the moment they met?

At the same time, Xiao Wu was thinking of Tang San's sake. After all, he was her younger brother.

The image of Tang San being brutally beaten back then was still vivid in her mind, and she did not want him to repeat the same mistake.

But Tang San heard it differently.

Not only was his beloved Sister Xiaowu refusing to support him, she was even speaking up for his opponent.

Tang San became even angrier, and his voice grew much louder.

"Bai Ye, do you dare?!"

Many people turned to look, including Dai Mubai and Li Yusong, the elderly Soul Emperor standing at the academy gates.

Xiao Wu's expression darkened. She wanted to stop him again, but Bai Ye halted her with a look.

"Of course I dare. If you do not mind embarrassing yourself in front of so many people, then I do not mind granting your wish." Bai Ye remained calm.

Tang San was only twelve years old and level twenty-nine, while Bai Ye, the same age as him, had already reached level forty-one!

In terms of strength, Tang San was simply no match for him.

But Tang San did not know that. He was extremely confident in himself.

After years of Yu Xiaogang's instruction, he understood very well how formidable a theory master could be. Moreover, Yu Xiaogang had said that reaching level twenty-nine at twelve years old was already extraordinarily rare.

Thus, although he knew Bai Ye had been nurtured by Spirit Hall, he still did not believe Bai Ye's level could surpass his own.

No matter how high your level is, can it really be higher than mine with all that expert guidance?

Combined with Bai Ye's calm expression, Tang San wanted even more to grind him into the ground and wash away his old humiliation.

Especially after Bai Ye said those words, that urge became even stronger.

In his eyes, Bai Ye was insidious. If he did not continue challenging him, it would mean he was afraid of losing and afraid of embarrassing himself before everyone.

But if he continued challenging him, it would seem like he was shamelessly refusing to accept kindness and failing to appreciate what was good for him.

In the end, Tang San chose shamelessness and said, "Fight me!"

As soon as he spoke, the crowd consciously spread out and made space, watching the two about to fight with great interest.

Even Shrek had not stopped them, so why should mere spectators interfere?

The reason the elderly Soul Emperor and Dai Mubai did not stop them was simple. Dean Flender had said that a Soul Master who did not cause trouble was not a good Soul Master. As the saying went, those who did not dare cause trouble were mediocrities.

"Who is this guy? How did he make Tang San so angry?" Dai Mubai was full of curiosity. After their battle at the Rose Hotel, he knew Tang San was powerful. If he had not been older and higher-level, he would not have been Tang San's match at all. Thus, he favored Tang San and did not think much of Bai Ye, who was even more handsome than Oscar.

Xiao Wu felt much the same.

After all, she knew Bai Ye was an auxiliary Soul Master, and auxiliary Soul Masters basically had no combat ability.

But she could not stop this fight before her. She could only hope Tang San would show mercy and not hurt her Boss Bai.

Sister Xiaowu still loves me after all. Catching sight of Xiao Wu's anxious expression, Tang San was delighted. He then took the lead in announcing his Martial Soul and level.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level twenty-nine Weapon Soul Grandmaster."

At the same time, two yellow Soul Rings appeared.

Once his words fell, everyone except Xiao Wu, Bai Ye, and Dai Mubai showed astonishment.

Because Blue Silver Grass was a useless Martial Soul.

Yet this child before them had not only cultivated to level twenty-nine, but even possessed two Hundred-Year Soul Rings!

Among the Soul Elder parents who had brought their children here, many still had ten-year Soul Rings as their first rings.

"How is that possible? The Spirit Hall deacon clearly said Blue Silver Grass was a useless Martial Soul!"

"Since when can a useless Martial Soul become a Soul Master?"

"Is that really the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?"

The crowd erupted into uproar, but all voices vanished the next moment.

Because Bai Ye revealed his four Soul Rings!

Purple, purple, black, black!

The dazzling light nearly blinded everyone!

Tang San's face, which had carried a faint smile because of everyone's surprise, suddenly froze!

Why had he dared to challenge Bai Ye again the moment they met? Was it not because he believed his Soul Power was higher?

But now, Bai Ye's Soul Power was far beyond his own!

Before the battle began, he had prepared himself for Bai Ye to be a Soul Elder, yet he had still underestimated him.

"Bai Ye, Martial Soul: Apocalypse Hammer. Level forty-one auxiliary-type Soul Ancestor." Bai Ye felt everyone's shocked and heated gazes, but his expression remained calm.

Looking at Tang San's frozen face, he sighed. "We're the same age. I never intended to crush you with a difference in level."

As soon as those words came out, Tang San's stiff face, just like Yu Xiaogang's, twitched.

At the same time, uncontrollable cries of shock erupted from the crowd. Everyone's expression management completely failed.

"Holy shit! A Soul Ancestor!"

"A Millennium First Ring? A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as his third ring?"

"Are they really the same age?"

Everyone was utterly stunned. They had thought Tang San was already incredible, but someone even more incredible had appeared.

"How can this be?!" Dai Mubai could hardly believe it. He had considered himself a monster for joining Shrek, yet Bai Ye was even more monstrous than him.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, standing amid the crowd, could not believe what they were seeing either.

They came from noble backgrounds. When they absorbed their first Soul Rings, they had been told that a first ring could be no more than four hundred years. Forget a thousand years—even eight hundred years was impossible.

Otherwise, why would their elders have prevented them from absorbing a Millennium Soul Ring?

"Were we deceived?"

Almost everyone had the same thought, because a Millennium First Ring had shattered their understanding.

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as the third ring had ground their worldview into the dirt and crushed it repeatedly.

"A monster! No, a monster among monsters!" Soul Emperor Li Yusong was visibly excited.

Judging solely from Bai Ye's appearance, he looked no different from an adult, meaning he appeared to be around eighteen.

Becoming a Soul Elder at that age would already be outrageous, but compared with Millennium and Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, it was no longer so eye-catching.

But the issue was that he had clearly heard Bai Ye say he and Tang San were the same age.

And how old was Tang San? Clearly not eighteen!

"Child, how old are you this year?" Li Yusong suddenly appeared before Bai Ye.

"Twelve," Bai Ye replied calmly.

"Gasp!" Li Yusong sucked in a sharp breath, and everyone else froze in place again.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor!

What kind of concept was that? No one present could answer.

Because they had never even seen a twelve-year-old Soul Elder, much less a twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor!

For a moment, everyone began guessing Bai Ye's identity.

Which family's young master had come out to gain experience?

Among the crowd, young women's eyes gleamed while young men looked on with envy.

"Good child, are you here to join Shrek Academy too? You do not need to test. You can join directly." Li Yusong was about to pull Bai Ye into the academy.

Though it was rather opportunistic, no one said anything. A youth like this could no longer be described with words like genius or monster. He was a genius among geniuses, a monster among monsters.

If this elderly Soul Emperor did not act that way, they would think there was something wrong with his head.

However, Bai Ye rejected him with his actions.

What a joke. The fight had not even happened yet, and he was supposed to enter the academy just like that?

Then would he not have revealed those Soul Rings for nothing?

He had not done it merely to show off. He was putting pressure on Tang San.

Didn't you want to fight? Didn't you refuse to accept kindness?

Since that was the case, then he would help Tang San save face.

Li Yusong was not displeased by Bai Ye's action. Instead, he tactfully moved away and watched alongside the others.

The battle had not begun, but they already knew the outcome.

How could a Blue Silver Grass Soul Grandmaster possibly be a match for a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor?

Even if that Soul Ancestor was auxiliary-type.

"You attack first." Bai Ye stood with his hands behind his back, just as he had when first facing Tang San years ago.

Tang San's pupils contracted. Recalling that scene from the past and sensing the gap in their strength, fear and unease instantly drowned him.

He had thought he cultivated quickly, yet Bai Ye was even more monstrous, once again breaking all common sense.

All his previous confidence vanished without a trace.

He had not had much chance of defeating Dai Mubai, let alone Bai Ye, a Soul Ancestor with purple, purple, black, black Soul Rings.

However, he suddenly remembered something Yu Xiaogang had said.

"Auxiliary Soul Masters have no combat ability."

"As your Soul Power rises and your Soul Rings increase, you, as a control-type Soul Master, will have a one hundred percent chance of defeating an auxiliary Soul Master."

Tang San took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

"So what if you're a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor? You're only an auxiliary."

"Fight!"

Tang San's confidence instantly returned and reached its peak. Then he attacked Bai Ye with all his strength, going all out from the start.

He did not use Soul Skills. Instead, he used hidden weapons.

He had no choice. Though Bai Ye was an auxiliary Soul Master, the pressure he gave Tang San was simply too great.

Tang San's confidence was at its peak, but Bai Ye's confidence had never faltered.

The instant Tang San attacked, he moved as well!

He had long been on guard against Tang San's hidden weapons, immediately placing twelve layers of Holy Light Protection on himself.

One layer of Holy Light Protection alone could withstand all Soul Ancestor-level attacks, and could withstand one attack above the Soul Ancestor level.

Tang San's hidden weapons were powerful, but Bai Ye's Soul Skills were simply stronger.

Seeing his hidden weapons blocked by the protective barrier around Bai Ye, Tang San's expression turned grave. He began another wave of hidden weapon attacks, including the Plate Crystal Golden Dragon Beard Needle he had just obtained.

Yet Bai Ye had no habit of taking hits without retaliating. In an instant, he added another Honor Blessing to himself, increasing all attributes by two hundred percent.

His physical body had already been formidable, and now it instantly rose several levels higher.

He still kept one hand behind his back as he charged straight ahead.

With his current reflexes and speed, he could have dodged Tang San's hidden weapons completely. But if he dodged, the spectators behind him would be harmed.

Besides, Holy Light Protection was still active. He was not some saint, but he was firm about what choice he should make at a time like this.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Ye rushed before Tang San. Before Tang San could make another move, Bai Ye grabbed his wrist again.

"Hm?" Tang San's expression changed drastically. A terrible premonition arose, and the next moment, an all-too-familiar scene played out.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He was violently swung around!

A moment later, Tang San vomited blood and collapsed to the ground. The battle had ended so quickly that everyone was stunned.

Tang San lay on the ground, utterly despondent.

He had used his strongest hidden weapon methods, yet he still could not defeat an auxiliary Soul Ancestor who supposedly had no combat ability.

That should not have happened!

But then he became even more confused.

Was this really the combat ability an auxiliary type should possess?

"Father, Teacher, I lost to him again."

"But why?"

Tang San could not understand it, and Bai Ye had no obligation to explain.

At that moment, the bewildered Tang San suddenly noticed that Sister Xiaowu's gaze was not on his injured body, but on Bai Ye, who stood unscathed and calm.

He felt deeply frustrated and wronged. He was clearly the one who had been injured!

Pfft!

Tang San spat out another mouthful of blood.

It was from anger, but also because he wanted to draw Xiao Wu's attention.

Yet Xiao Wu did not even glance at him. Instead, the person Tang San least wanted to see was looking down at him from above.

"Little San, you still need more training."

At the same time, the battle between the four Titled Douluo had reached its most intense stage.

As soon as Tang Hao engaged, he discovered three problems.

Chrysanthemum and Ghost had not only reached Rank 96, but the strength they displayed was more than twice what he remembered!

Old Poison had actually risen to another level as well. He no longer looked anything like the weakest Titled Douluo.

And even now, Chrysanthemum and Ghost had yet to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

He had originally been confident that, even if he could not crush all three of them alone, gaining the upper hand would not be a problem. Yet now, he was being completely suppressed.

"Little San, Dad has to go." Tang Hao glanced in Tang San's direction and muttered, then his eyes turned vicious.

"Chrysanthemum, Ghost, you old mutt, do you really think the three of you have me cornered?"

"Tang Hao, do you know that you look like a stray dog by the roadside right now, barking helplessly?"

"Hehehe, the youngest Titled Douluo? Is that all you are?"

"Tang Hao, use whatever trump cards you have left. Otherwise, this old man will not have his fun."

Though they spoke like that, all three Titled Douluo wore grave expressions.

Because Tang Hao had begun using the Great Sumeru Hammer and Ring Detonation, revealing all his trump cards.

But against three Titled Douluo whose attributes had all been boosted by two hundred percent, it was still not enough.

In the end, Tang Hao coughed up blood and fled gloriously beneath the sunlight.

The Chrysanthemum, Ghost, and Poison Douluo did not pursue him, because they were not doing well themselves, and the duration of their boost was nearly over. Chasing after him might invite unforeseen complications.

Overall, they were in far better condition than Tang Hao.

At Shrek Academy, Bai Ye held Tang San in one hand. Under the envious, jealous, and stunned gazes of the crowd, he passed the first test and waited to one side.

Li Yusong had wanted to let Bai Ye enroll without taking the tests, but Bai Ye refused.

And he righteously said that they should follow the rules.

Before long, Xiao Wu, the badly injured Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong all passed successfully.

Bai Ye recognized Zhu Zhuqing at a glance, because of her aura and physical development.

Catgirl. The thought surfaced in Bai Ye's mind. If Dai Mubai had known, he would have agreed before challenging him to a duel.

That is my fiancée! My catgirl!

Then, Dai Mubai led all five of them straight to the fourth test without making them take any more exams, and explained the situation.

Hearing that all five had been exempted from the tests, Zhao Wuji became greatly interested. But when he heard Dai Mubai describe Bai Ye's Soul Rings, his face filled with disbelief.

"Mubai, are you kidding me?" Zhao Wuji said.

Dai Mubai said nothing, while Bai Ye revealed his four Soul Rings.

Purple, purple, black, black!

Zhao Wuji froze!

Although Ning Rongrong and the others had already seen them once, they were still shocked at the sight.

There was no way not to be shocked.

At the same age, they only had two Hundred-Year Soul Rings.

"Holy shit!"

"How is this a monster?"

"This is clearly a monster among monsters!"

"Child, you are the person Shrek has been searching for all these years!"

Zhao Wuji walked up to Bai Ye, utterly excited.

Tang San watched with intense jealousy, especially when he noticed that Xiao Wu's attention was entirely fixed on Bai Ye.

Dai Mubai was much the same. After all, his catgirl fiancée was staring blankly at someone else.

The eyes of Ning Rongrong, that little witch, were also full of Bai Ye.

Handsome and powerful!

Afterward, Zhao Wuji declared that there was no need for the fourth test. All five of them had passed, and he even said they were benefiting from Bai Ye's presence.

The three girls had no reaction to this point. They were even willing to use it as an excuse to get closer to Bai Ye.

But Tang San was unwilling. He firmly stated that he would not take advantage of this.

"Little San, what are you doing?" Xiao Wu was the first to voice her dissatisfaction.

"Are you sure?" Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San, somewhat surprised.

"I'm sure!" Tang San nodded firmly.

"Oh, then leave. The academy will not accept you anymore. Mubai, see him out!" Zhao Wuji said blandly.

He could see that Tang San and Bai Ye had a conflict. As the vice principal, of course he would let Tang San, whose talent was inferior, leave.

Tang San's expression froze on the spot.

Why was he not playing by the rules?