Douro Continent

Chapter 144 Meng Yiran also uses hidden weapons? (Part 2)

What did Teacher Zhao say to them? Did he tell them that he was a disciple of the Grandmaster? However, although the teacher was very knowledgeable about martial spirits, his own strength was not high, and it seemed that he was not strong enough to have any deterrent effect on the peerless dragon and snake in front of him.

Sure enough, Meng Shu said, "So you're the master's disciple. I never thought the master's theories would finally have a chance to be realized. I'll let you go today for the master's sake. But remember this, kid: if the same thing happens again, I won't care who your master is. Let's go."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Grandpa!" Meng Yiran panicked as soon as she saw her grandparents were about to leave. "Grandpa, he stole my soul beast twice, are you just going to let it go like this?"

Meng Shu glanced at his granddaughter with some helplessness and said, "Then what else do you want? Grandpa is so old, I can't really bully the young. Let's just forget about it."

Meng Yiran looked stubbornly at her grandfather, "No, we can't let this go. What I can't have, I absolutely can't let him have either. Since you're unwilling to stand up for Yiran, then I'll do it myself. Tang San, if you're a man, then have another match with me."

Tang San frowned. "You still want to compete with me? Have you forgotten that you were once my defeated opponent?"

Oscar's sausages were indeed unique. In a short period of time, Tang San's soul power had recovered by 30%, and his physical strength had also recovered significantly. His complexion had improved considerably.

Meng Yiran nodded firmly. "Yes, I want to have another match with you. Don't think you can beat me again just because you won last time. I won't take advantage of your current low soul power. Let's compete in something else. You stole my soul beasts twice, so I should be the one to decide the method of the competition."

Tang San took a deep breath, feeling that his condition had improved considerably, and slowly stepped forward. "What's the bet?"

If it were just Meng Yiran, he was extremely confident. Although his soul power was insufficient, he could still use hidden weapons to fight back. The Zhuge Divine Crossbow in his hand was already loaded. Although he knew that now that the Peerless Dragon and Snake had compromised, he couldn't really kill Meng Yiran, he still had many ways to use hidden weapons to incapacitate her.

Meng Yiran glared at Tang San resentfully and said, "If you lose, you are not allowed to absorb the soul ring of this Human-Faced Demon Spider. If you win, it will naturally be yours."

Tang San was determined to obtain the spirit ring of the Human-Faced Demon Spider, as only by acquiring it could he quickly recover his strength to find Xiao Wu.

"Okay, what should we compete in?"

The couple, Gaishi Longshe and his wife, were no longer in a hurry to leave. They stood silently to the side, keeping their granddaughter in check. They occasionally whispered to each other, the content of their conversation unclear.

On Shrek Academy's side, Zhao Wuji frowned. He hadn't expected Meng Yiran to cause such a commotion. To persuade Long Gong to spare Tang San, he had already told Meng Shu some secrets; otherwise, given the domineering nature of the peerless dragon and snake, how could they have left so easily?

Before Meng Yiran could speak, Oscar, who had been standing next to Tang San, interrupted, "Wait a minute, this isn't fair."

Everyone looked at Oscar, who strolled over to Tang San and began to speak eloquently, "This Human-Faced Demon Spider was clearly killed by Tang San. Even if you had targeted it before, it could only be considered that you each killed half of it. Now, only Tang San can absorb this spirit ring. Your bet is clearly unfair."

A murderous glint flashed in Meng Yiran's eyes. "Then what do you want?"

Oscar chuckled and said, "We don't want anything. If you lose, you naturally can't stop Tang San from absorbing this spirit ring. At the same time, shouldn't you also give something in return? We're not asking for much; all you have to do is kiss Tang San."

"Little Ao," Zhao Wuji hissed. He didn't want the peerless dragon and snake to be provoked again.

To Zhao Wuji's surprise, Dragon Lord Meng Shu suddenly spoke up, "Alright, let's decide on that. Young people always need some passion." As he spoke, a smile appeared on Dragon Lord's face for the first time. And a faint blush appeared on the face of Snake Woman beside him.

Oscar was unaware that his request reminded the formidable dragon and snake before him of a scene from their youth. Back then, when Dragon Lord Meng Shu first met Snake Lady Chao Tianxiang, he had taken advantage of her under a bet. While various circumstances ultimately led them to be together, that bet played a crucial role. And the conditions Meng Shu had proposed back then were exactly the same as those Oscar were now asking.

In the eyes of the Dragon King and Snake Queen, Tang San's appearance was rather ordinary, far inferior to Dai Mubai's, but his talent and what Zhao Wuji had just said to Meng Shu made them very optimistic about the child. The elderly couple were already planning for their granddaughter's future. They also wanted to see if Tang San could defeat their granddaughter again under these circumstances.

Meng Yiran was somewhat surprised by her grandfather's decision, but she did not object, because she had absolute confidence in the combat method she was about to propose.

Tang San was only eager to obtain the spirit ring and didn't care about anything else; after all, this bet wouldn't do him any harm. He raised his hand, gesturing for Meng Yiran to proceed.

After glaring fiercely at Tang San, Meng Yiran raised her right hand. A white jade ring shimmered faintly on her fair wrist, and with a flash of light, a long cloth pouch appeared in her hand. Clearly, her bracelet was also a soul tool.

The cloth bag was about two feet long and half a foot wide. Meng Yiran split the cloth in two with both hands, and when she turned the cloth around, everyone could clearly see that there were many short blades of the same size and style hanging on the cloth.

The short blades lacked handguards; to Tang San's professional eye, they were clearly throwing knives. However, the throwing knives in Meng Yiran's hands were rather rudimentary, with nothing particularly special about them except for two health grooves. The hilts were about three inches long, and the blades were five inches long. The material, however, was of good quality, shimmering with a faint light.

"I have thirty-six Soul-Shattering Blades here. You and I will each have eighteen. In a moment, I will have Grandpa shake a large tree twenty meters away, causing leaves to fall. You and I will throw our Soul-Shattering Blades at the same time. The one who pierces the most leaves wins. But no matter how many leaves they pierce, the Soul-Shattering Blades must remain on the tree trunk. Soul-Shattering Blades that do not pierce the trunk will not be counted in the final score."

Meng Yiran confidently stated her competition method, but when she finished speaking, she noticed that the Shrek Academy students in front of her were acting strangely.

Immovable King Zhao Wuji stared wide-eyed, blinking incessantly.

The evil-eyed white tiger Dai Mubai's double pupils suddenly turned into a single pupil.

Oscar covered his gaping mouth with his hand.

Ma Hongjun stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

The chill on Zhu Zhuqing's icy face vanished, leaving only a look of astonishment.

Ning Rongrong burst out laughing.

Tang San, standing opposite Meng Yiran, wore a half-smile on his face. This was the first time he had relaxed since Xiao Wu was captured by the Titan Giant Ape. He even flipped his wrist, retrieving the Zhuge Crossbow from his palm into the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist.

"Are you all stupid? Or are you too scared to fight?" Meng Yiran looked at the expressions of the Shrek Academy students and felt like she was being played. She immediately shouted angrily.

Oscar closed his gaping mouth with his hand, suppressing a laugh, and said, "How could I not accept the challenge? Your method of competition is excellent, truly excellent." At this moment, he was already thinking about where Meng Yiran should kiss Tang San later.

Comparing hidden weapons with Tang Clan disciples is indeed a good idea. At this moment, even Zhao Wuji showed a hint of a smile on his face.

Meng Yiran, unaware of what everyone was thinking, looked at Tang San and said, "Why don't you rest a little longer? Don't say I'm bullying you."

Tang San, naturally not as cunning as Oscar, shook his head helplessly and said, "Just don't say I bullied you later. Can we begin?"

If it were any other competition, Tang San might really need to recover further, but Meng Yiran proposed a contest of hidden weapons against him, a direct disciple who had cultivated the Tang Sect's secret techniques since childhood. Even if his soul power had recovered somewhat, or even if he had no soul power at all, Tang San was confident he would not lose to Meng Yiran.

Meng Yiran tossed one of the two cloth bags she was carrying to Tang San, still brimming with confidence. Pointing to a large tree about twenty meters ahead, she said, "Let's take that as our target."

Tang San glanced at the big tree and said, "Okay."

The hilt of the Soul-Breaking Blade in Meng Yiran's cloth bag was wrapped with red ribbons, while Tang San's was wrapped with blue ribbons. There was no fear of confusion.

Meng Yiran couldn't read the expressions on the Shrek Academy students' faces, but how could Meng Shu and his wife not understand? What they couldn't understand was why these Shrek Academy students seemed so confident of victory.

Meng Yiran has loved all kinds of weapons since she was a child, especially short weapons. These thirty-six Soul-Shattering Blades were specially crafted for her by Long Gong Meng Shu after careful consideration. Meng Yiran is extremely fond of these throwing knives and practices them frequently. Within thirty meters, she can achieve a 100% hit rate. Of course, she can only throw a maximum of eighteen knives at a time in a short period of time. The competition requirements she set were exactly at her limit.

(End of this chapter)