Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 305 Tang San's Secret Weapon, Dai Mubai's Expectations
Outside Wuhun City, in a hidden canyon.

Under the scorching sun, the hot air was filled with the smells of sweat and dust.

Four young figures darted and collided rapidly in the narrow valley floor, their soul power surging, stirring up gusts of wind and churning the fallen leaves that had settled at the bottom of the valley.

Tang San's figure was like a ghost, his feet treading on shadowy paths, each step precisely landing in the crevices of the jagged rocks, dodging Dai Mubai's powerful White Tiger Light Wave.

The latter let out a deep tiger roar, its third soul ring shone, and in its White Tiger Vajra Transformation state, each punch was imbued with the immense power to split mountains and shatter rocks, sending shards of stone flying as it struck the ground.

Ma Hongjun's fiery phoenix flames attempted to disrupt Tang San's evasion path.

Oscar, a little further away, flashed his third spirit ring, creating giant recovery sausages that rapidly restored stamina, which he then precisely tossed to his teammates in the field who needed replenishment.

This is a high-intensity, highly collaborative special training session!

At this moment, at the edge of the arena, Tang Hao, whose entire body was shrouded in a black cloak and whose face was hidden in shadow, stood side by side with "Master" Yu Xiaogang, who was dressed in black cloth.

Their eyes were fixed on the figures fighting in the arena.

Although Tang Hao's expression was unclear, the satisfaction in Yu Xiaogang's eyes was clearly visible.

a long time.

"stop!"

Tang Hao's deep, disguised voice rang out, and the fierce battle at the bottom of the valley instantly ceased.

The white tiger phantom on Dai Mubai's body dissipated, and he breathed heavily. Ma Hongjun extinguished his flames, his chubby face covered in sweat...

Tang San's breathing was also somewhat rapid, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. After stopping, he quickly adjusted his internal energy, circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and tried to calm his surging blood and qi.

That's all for this morning.

Tang Hao's voice was devoid of any emotion, "Rest, prepare lunch."

Tang San wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead and looked firmly in Tang Hao's direction: "Senior, I'm not tired."

"I want to practice my movement techniques and control over the Purple Demon Eye a little longer."

“Dai Chengfeng’s movements are unpredictable, and his mental strength is extremely strong. I must…”

"No hurries?"

Before Tang San could finish speaking, Tang Hao interrupted him, saying, "Strength is not something that can be achieved in a day."

"and……"

He paused for a moment, then said, "That kid Dai Chengfeng, while his soul power level is certainly above yours, may not have the advantage in terms of the sophistication of his soul skills and the unpredictability of his battles."

"Where did you go wrong last time?"

Tang San paused for a moment, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity: "It was his strange mental attack that instantly defeated me."

"Not bad!"

Tang Hao's voice rose slightly, "His spiritual power is indeed strange. His soul ring level is not as good as others, but he can make up for it with soul bones and resourcefulness."

"But being overwhelmed by mental power means being controlled at every turn!"

These words made Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, who were resting nearby, perk up their ears.

"The main reason you lost lies here!"

Tang Hao said decisively, "This time, I have... cough cough, I have a gift prepared for you."

He reached out, and a simple, antique-looking metal headband covered with strange dark silver patterns appeared in his rough palm.

The headband was inlaid with several small black crystals that did not appear to be gemstones, faintly emanating a chilling, silent energy.

"This item is made from deep-sea sunken silver mother mixed with some special anti-mental minerals," Tang Hao's voice carried a hint of pride, "It can greatly weaken mental impact, especially against mental attacks with penetrating or inducing properties."

"Even worse..."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. "After enduring a mental shock that exceeds its limits, it will instantly extract, store, and compress that shock force, and then violently 'rebound' it back through a special node!"

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted!
"A rebound?"

The backlash of mental power! This is simply the greatest nemesis of mental-type Soul Masters!

He could almost imagine that when Dai Chengfeng's powerful mental attack was weakened, just when he thought he had succeeded, he would be caught off guard by the backlash of his full-force attack... The pain and chaos would be enough to instantly destroy the opponent's fighting ability!
"Yes, backlash!"

Tang Hao confirmed, tossing the headband to Tang San, "It will make you invincible in mental battles, and even give you the opportunity to severely injure your opponent!"

"With it, your unpredictable footwork and the power of the Eight Spider Lances can be fully unleashed."

"What makes him think he can beat you?"

Tang San caught the headband steadily; it was cold and heavy to the touch, and its peculiar patterns seemed to contain some kind of profound power.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and his eyes blazed with an unprecedented intensity.

With this, Dai Chengfeng's mental strength, which had caused him so much suffering... would no longer be an insurmountable barrier!
It might even become his own nightmare!

"Alright!" Tang San nodded heavily, his voice deep and powerful. "I will certainly live up to your expectations, senior!"

At this moment, Ma Hongjun could no longer contain his excitement. He jumped up and down and rushed to Tang San's side, wiping his sweat as he shouted, "Wow! Little San! A senior has prepared a powerful weapon for you. We're definitely going to win this time!"

"Haha, just thinking about the scene of Dai Chengfeng being devoured by my own mental power makes me feel so good!"

He patted Tang San on the shoulder, even more excited than Tang San himself.

Dai Mubai also stood up and walked to Tang San's side.

He glanced at the headband in Tang San's hand, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He patted Tang San on the other shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Not bad."

"That guy Dai Chengfeng, despite having a few ring levels and some inexplicable spiritual power, his actual soul skill power is definitely not as good as mine!"

"Your Eight Spider Lances, combined with the Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Steps, are already formidable. Now you have a trump card specifically designed to counter him..."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Tang San's waist, and he whispered meaningfully, "Besides, don't you have your own...secret weapon?"

"This time, Dai Chengfeng has no chance of escaping!"

Tang San's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, and his left hand subconsciously reached for the inconspicuous "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon" soul tool belt at his waist.

In that seemingly ordinary storage space, lay quietly a deadly weapon that gleamed with a metallic light—the Zhuge Crossbow, which he had almost exhausted all his savings and painstakingly searched for enough materials to forge in order to deal with Dai Chengfeng!

This masterpiece of Tang Clan hidden weapons, with its terrifying instantaneous penetrating explosive power, was the real "surprise" he left for Dai Chengfeng!
Double insurance!
The thought of Dai Chengfeng facing a double blow of mental backlash and physical penetration instantly transformed the gloom in Tang San's eyes into a cold glint, as if he could already foresee Dai Chengfeng falling at his feet.

"We must take revenge!"

Tang San's voice was icy cold, filled with chilling killing intent, "This time, we'll settle all scores, old and new!"

"Yes! Teach that arrogant guy a lesson!" Ma Hongjun clenched his fist and waved it.

"Let him know the consequences of offending Shrek!" Oscar stood up as well, unusually spirited.

Dai Mubai's lips curled into a cold smile: "Make him kneel down and beg for mercy!"

In an instant, the image of Dai Chengfeng kneeling and begging for mercy flashed through the minds of the four men, who felt all the fatigue from the morning's training vanish, their faces beaming with excitement and barely suppressed joy.

"Let's go! Let's go eat!"

Ma Hongjun's stomach rumbled in agreement, and he ran towards the makeshift stove set up at the valley entrance. "Eat your fill, then continue training this afternoon. Train until you can knock that kid down with one punch!"

"Hey Fatty, wait for me!" Oscar laughed as he chased after him.

Dai Mubai and Tang San exchanged a glance and then started walking.

"After we win, I want him to apologize to the master in front of everyone!"

"An apology alone won't be enough; he has to return all the resources he stole!"

"Hehe, it'll be so funny to see his arrogant attitude crumble..."

The four men's excited chatter, accompanied by their footsteps, was filled with anticipation for their impending "revenge" and unwavering confidence in victory.

Tang San, who was walking at the back, always kept his hand on the "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon" inscription on his waist.

Dai Chengfeng, it's time to settle our score.

(End of this chapter)