"Hmph! Flender, discipline your student properly! Xiao San, we're leaving."
Yu Xiaogang strode out of the dormitory with Tang San, his head held high as though he had just won a battle.
Once the two were far away, Ma Hongjun could no longer hold back his grievance. He rushed up to Flender, his face full of resentment, his voice frantic and aggrieved:
"Dean! Tang San was in the wrong from beginning to end! He lied and turned black into white, so why did I have to apologize in the end?! That's not fair!"
"Sigh... Hongjun, I know it wasn't your fault. It's just that things are a little complicated. Just remember not to get too close to Tang San from now on."
Flender patted his shoulder, said nothing more, and turned to leave the dormitory.
The more Ma Hongjun thought about it, the angrier he became. Rage surged straight to his head, and he kicked the wooden chair beside him hard.
Crash!
The chair toppled straight to the floor. He stood there seething, curses spilling endlessly from his mouth, unable to suppress the grievance and fury churning inside him.
Oscar shook his head helplessly, then stepped forward to offer a well-meaning warning.
"Fatty, calm down. Keep your head down for a while, and don't provoke Tang San again. He's incredibly petty, not some generous, forgiving guy."
Ma Hongjun looked scornful at those words, his anger still burning:
"What? Would Tang San actually dare kill me? He's the one who did wrong, and I'm the one who got mistreated. What right does he have to hold a grudge against me?"
Oscar's expression grew grave, and he lowered his voice. "Don't brush this off! I actually noticed it years ago. Tang San looks honest and well-behaved, but he's deeply calculating and will repay even the smallest slight.
"If someone offends him, he won't say a word on the surface and will obediently admit fault, but behind their back, he'll definitely find a chance to get revenge. He never lets himself lose out.
"You exposed his lie in public today and stripped him of all dignity. He already hates you for it. Tripping you up would be the least of it. What worries me is that he might strike from the shadows. You know how skilled he is with poison."
Ma Hongjun froze after hearing that. Most of his anger instantly dissipated, and an inexplicable chill ran down his back.
He might have been hot-tempered and simple-minded, but he wasn't stupid. As he carefully recalled Tang San's gloomy silence earlier, a chill rose in his heart.
Gulp.
He swallowed in fear.
"He probably wouldn't, right? The dean's still here. Would he really have that much nerve?"
Oscar sighed.
"You'd better be careful. What if you suddenly fall ill one day and drop dead?"
Ma Hongjun shuddered all over. His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor, his eyes vacant.
Oscar paid him no further attention and went back to tidying the room. He had given every warning he needed to; what happened next depended on Ma Hongjun himself.
"Ding! Congratulations, host. You have driven a wedge between the Child of Destiny and Shrek Academy, weakening his support and plundering a large amount of destiny. Reward: Level 2-4 Soul Tool blueprints. (A Level 4 offensive Soul Tool rivals a Soul Ancestor's full-power attack.) Reward: Full Restore potion blueprint. (Full health + clears all status conditions: poisoning, paralysis, burns, sleep, freezing, confusion."
That's right. You should be fighting tooth and nail, then tearing into each other. I want to see rivers of blood!
Chen Yang sat up in bed.
Judging by the time, Liu Erlong should have met Yu Xiaogang by now, right?
I have to see Yu Xiaogang's agony and despair in person. Hehehe~
He switched to the Blue Silver Emperor's skill template. The Blue Silver Domain enveloped his body, blending him into his surroundings, and he headed toward the unknown information relayed by the Dark Ball.
He had barely gone any distance when he saw Liu Erlong happen to run into Yu Xiaogang.
"Xiaogang! I got it! This is how they've been raising their soul power levels so quickly! But there's only one left. Hurry and use it!"
Liu Erlong hurried forward and held up the Dark Ball in her hand, a trace of complicated emotion hidden in her eyes.
Yu Xiaogang instantly grew excited at the sight. Both his hands trembled uncontrollably as he hurriedly reached for the Dark Ball.
But just as he extended his hand, before he could touch the Dark Ball, an invisible suction force suddenly swept over it. The Dark Ball spun through the air and landed securely in Tang San's hand.
Yu Xiaogang's expression changed, and he cried urgently, "Xiao San! What are you doing?!"
Tang San gripped the Dark Ball, a flash of undisguised greed flickering through his eyes.
He looked up at Yu Xiaogang, his tone matter-of-fact. "Teacher, you already said this opportunity belonged to me. What's wrong with me simply taking it?"
Yu Xiaogang was momentarily speechless. His mouth opened, but he struggled for a long while without managing a complete sentence. "This..."
Liu Erlong, standing beside him, had none of Yu Xiaogang's reservations. Fury instantly blazed in her eyes.
"Brat, I'm only speaking nicely to you because you're Xiaogang's disciple. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty!
"Hand over the Soul Guide Ball right now! This is Xiaogang's chance to extend his life. Could you really bear to let your own master die of old age?!"
Watching the soul power erupt from her entire body, Tang San's expression shifted uncertainly. He clutched the Dark Ball tightly, both wary and reluctant to let it go.
This treasure can rapidly increase a Soul Master's soul power, and it's the last one left. Letting this useless man use it would be an utter waste!
With the advantage of my twin martial souls, if I used it, I could surely stand atop the entire Douluo Continent and become the strongest in the world!
But I'm only Level 28 right now, and I haven't made any of the highest-ranked Tang Sect Hidden Weapons yet. The Godly Zhuge Crossbow and back-mounted crossbow alone can't defeat a Soul Saint.
He could only raise his hand slowly, unwillingly surrendering the Dark Ball.
"I'm sorry, Teacher. I really didn't know you needed this to save your life. Otherwise, I would never have fought you for it."
"Hmph. At least you know what's good for you!"
Liu Erlong snorted, snatched the Dark Ball, and pulled Yu Xiaogang away.
Chen Yang watched from the sidelines with great relish.
What a fine master and disciple. Put a little self-interest in front of them, and their bond crumbles at the slightest touch.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at Tang San's eyes. If Liu Erlong weren't here, Gangzi would be found dead tomorrow, having "committed suicide" with over a hundred throwing knives stuck in his back.
Let me spice things up for you.
The corner of Chen Yang's mouth curled upward. He quietly slipped behind Liu Erlong and slapped her rounded backside.
"Duang~"
Oh, it's actually springy like jelly. Nice, very nice.
Feeling the assault from behind, Liu Erlong abruptly stiffened. The fury in her heart became utterly impossible to contain. Her teeth ground audibly as she whipped around and drove a vicious kick into Tang San's chest.
"Pfft-"
Tang San had never expected her to attack outright. Caught completely off guard, he spat out a great mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with its string cut. He slammed heavily into a huge boulder, his body embedding itself in the stone as his strength rapidly drained away.
Chen Yang grimaced at the sight. Who says you can't feel someone else's pain?
Tang San had practically fused with the rock, looking like a carved relief. A large section of his chest had caved deep inward. There was no need to guess-his ribs were all broken, and his internal organs must have suffered severe injuries too.
Sure enough, nobody hits harder than the she-dragon. What a kick~
Liu Erlong clenched her fists and strode forward. Grabbing Tang San by the hair, she yanked him out of the hollow in the boulder.
"You're fucking asking to die! You dare cop a feel of me?!"
As she spoke, she raised her fist, ready to smash Tang San's head.
It's over. This crazy woman really wants to kill me.
Tang San's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with panic and terror. His lips kept moving as he tried to explain, but bloody froth kept surging up his throat. All he could manage were hoarse gurgles, unable to force out even a single word.
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