Tang San Wins Over Tai Tan and Heads to Skywater Academy to Take Someone-Fang Fan's Group Goes Too
"The Strength Clan?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Tang San's eyes, followed by understanding.
He stepped forward, glanced at Tai Long, and said calmly,
"Okay. But if you lose, you'll have to call your grandfather to see me."
Tai Long's fists collided, producing a muffled thunderous explosion. The Mighty Gorilla Martial Soul suddenly possessed him, making his muscular arms even thicker, with veins throbbing under his skin like earthworms.
He grinned, and three Soul Ring— two yellow and one purple—lit up beneath his feet, signaling his second Soul Skill—
The Strength Amplification instantly enveloped him, and he pounced on Tang San like a raging giant ape, each step leaving a shallow crater in the playground.
Tang San stood motionless, his Black Jade Hands silently moving, his hands gleaming with a warm, jade-like light in the sunlight.
Just as Tai Long's fist, as big as a casserole dish, was about to smash down in front of him, he sidestepped, took Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and circled around to Tai Long's side like Gui Mei, lightly pressing his right hand on Tai Long's elbow joint.
The press seemed effortless, but Tai Long felt his entire arm go numb and weak instantly. His fist, brimming with power, couldn't stop in time, and he staggered forward due to his own momentum.
Before he could regain his footing, Tang San had already closed in, unleashing a continuous stream of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon Force, seamlessly executing the techniques of entangling, seizing, striking, and locking, each strike precisely hitting Tai Long's joints and points of leverage.
Despite his brute strength, Tai Long was constantly restrained, as if he were bound by an invisible spider web, and every movement felt like a fight against himself.
In less than ten rounds, he was slammed to the ground by Tang San with a clean and swift Shoulder Throw, his back hitting the ground with a dull thud and kicking up a cloud of dust.
You lost.
Tang San took two steps back, stood with his hands behind his back, and his breathing was as steady as if he had just taken a walk.
Tai Long lay on the ground, panting heavily, staring at the calm and composed face above him, and finally managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth:
I admit defeat.
Not long after, a white-haired old man with a towering figure followed Tai Long into the Shrek Academy. He was none other than Tai Tan, the Level 84 Soul Douluo and the Chief of the Strength Clan.
Tang San glanced at Tai Tan, then without saying a word, he flipped his right hand, and a jet-black hammer appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The hammer wasn't large, but it was incredibly heavy. Ancient patterns were engraved on its surface; it was none other than the world's number one Martial Soul — the Clear Sky Hammer.
"My dad is Tang Hao."
Tang San's voice was calm.
Tai Tan's arrogant expression froze instantly.
He stared intently at the jet-black Clear Sky Hammer, then suddenly looked up at Tang San's features—his eyebrows, his eyes, his profile—
He was jolted, and the arrogance on his old face receded like a tide, replaced by unbelievable excitement and ecstasy.
Without a word, Tai Tan knelt on one knee, his towering body suddenly shrinking by half, his voice trembling:
"This old Tai Tan pays his respects to the Young Master!"
With tears streaming down his face, he led the entire Strength Clan to join Tang San's cause. Upon hearing that Shrek was going to Skywater City on business, he followed them without hesitation.
Led by Flender, Shrek and his companions once again embarked on their journey to Skywater City.
This time the lineup is far more impressive than the last one.
With the Golden Triangle assembled, plus a Level 84 Tai Tan, the sheer scale of their force even made Flender himself feel a little smug.
Meanwhile, at the gate of Heaven Dou City, Fang Fan was leading three girls out of the city to the Skywater Academy.
The voice of the Pufferfish Douluo suddenly rang in Fang Fan's ears:
"Your Highness, a building in the Heaven Dou City Spirit Hall Branch has been destroyed."
Fang Fan paused, turning back to glance in the direction of the Spirit Hall Branch:
"Who did this? They've got some nerve."
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Luomian personally took action."
Fang Fan raised an eyebrow slightly.
I see--
Yu Tianheng was forced in public to reveal that "the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul is Electric Rat."
Liu Erlong was defeated in one move, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's reputation was utterly shattered.
Since that old fellow Yu Yuanzhen didn't dare to directly attack the main hall of the Spirit Hall, he took his anger out on the branch hall in Heaven Dou City.
Bombing a building allows you to vent your anger without completely severing ties; it's a shrewd way to calculate the cost.
However, daring to damage the Spirit Hall's buildings means this matter won't be so easily forgotten.
"Send a message back to the Spirit Hall and let Master handle it."
"Just say that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan bombed a building in the Heaven Dou Branch Hall, and tell her what to do."
Fang Fan said calmly. "It's most appropriate for the Pope to handle matters between sects; there's no need for him to make the trip himself."
"Yes."
The Pufferfish's voice then faded away.
Fang Fan withdrew his gaze and continued towards Skywater City with Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, and Ning Rongrong.
It was already evening when they arrived in Skywater City. The wind blowing from the Ice Lake carried fine ice shards, and Ning Rongrong shivered and huddled up. Dugu Yan, on the other hand, didn't care. The venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor was cold, so this bit of cold was nothing to her.
Soon, they heard the sounds of fierce fighting coming from ahead.
Ice shards filled the air in front of the Skywater Academy, and shockwaves from the collision of Soul Power spread outwards in concentric circles.
Flender, Liu Erlong, and Yu Xiaogang have activated the Golden Triangle Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Their martial Martial Soul intertwine in mid-air to form a giant dragon with dazzling golden light. The dragon's might is overwhelming, and its momentum is enough to rival that of a Ninety-first Rank Titled Douluo.
Each dive of the golden dragon brought with it a deafening roar like a landslide, and ice shards scattered like blades.
Shui Yunlian was forced to retreat dozens of feet. Although she was Eighty-sixth Rank Soul Douluo, she could only barely hold on against the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the Golden Triangle. If it weren't for the advantage of the terrain and the assistance of the teachers of the Skywater Academy, she would have been defeated long ago.
Tai Tan's fists slammed into the ice shield array set up by the teachers of the Skywater Academy, each punch shattering several ice shields into dust simultaneously. The domineering power forced the female teachers to retreat step by step.
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er activated their Martial Soul Fusion Skill once again, and the phantom of the Ice and Snow Phoenix spread its wings and soared amidst the sky full of ice crystals.
However, their Soul Power was limited after all. Facing a powerhouse like Tai Tan, the light of the Ice and Snow Phoenix was rapidly dimming. Shui Bing'er gritted her teeth and tried to hold on, her face already as pale as paper.
Fang Fan stood at a street corner not far away, watching the commotion with his hands behind his back.
Zhu Zhuqing stood beside him, with Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong flanking him from behind. The three girls looked over his shoulder at the battlefield, their expressions varied.
Zhu Zhuqing remained calm and composed, Dugu Yan wore a smug smile, while Ning Rongrong stared wide-eyed, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.
"The Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the Golden Triangle is indeed quite formidable."
Fang Fan's gaze lingered on the golden dragon for a moment, then swept over Tai Tan and Shui Yunlian.
"This time, Flender and his group have learned their lesson and brought reinforcements."
However, the methods are still the same old ones—bullying the weak with numbers, and the big bullying the small.
His tone was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger; he was simply stating a fact.