Douro Continent

Chapter 265 The Soul Master of Extreme Pure Strength (Part 1)

Xiao Wu had already said it, so Tang San naturally wouldn't try to hide it anymore and nodded.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, then pressed the auction button. He pressed the 10,000 gold soul coins option.

"Uncle, did you press the wrong button? You can't spend money like that." Xiao Wu had been watching the middle-aged man closely, and when she saw him press 10,000 gold soul coins, she couldn't help but remind him.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "I can't let you lose money. If I raise the price, I'm afraid no one will compete with me."

Sure enough, just as the middle-aged man had said, when the host on stage announced that a white-clad VIP had bid 10,000 gold soul coins, no one else came to compete, and the deal was successfully completed.

"Young friends, let's go. I'm really looking forward to the items we won today." The middle-aged man stood up and walked out along the aisle. The host on the stage visibly relaxed as he watched him leave.

Tang San and Xiao Wu followed the middle-aged man out of the auction center. As soon as they stepped outside, a waitress approached them. Unlike the waitresses Tang San and Xiao Wu had seen before, this waitress was not dressed provocatively, and her long dress was silver. She was also more beautiful. While not a stunning beauty, she was still quite attractive.

"Distinguished guest, please follow me." The girl in the silver dress bowed very respectfully to the middle-aged man and then gestured for him to follow.

The middle-aged man raised his hand, indicating that she should lead the way.

Tang San and Xiao Wu followed behind the middle-aged man, and the three of them, led by the girl in the silver dress, entered a room next to the auction center.

The room was spacious, but decorated very elegantly, with a comfortable white leather sofa and four kinds of exquisite fruit on a round coffee table.

The girl in the silver dress said, "Please take a rest, the three of you. The items will be delivered shortly."

Xiao Wu jumped onto the sofa without hesitation, grabbed a piece of fruit, took a bite, and said, "It's sweet, tastes good. Brother, do you want some?"

Tang San smiled and shook his head, casually removing the mask from his face. Seeing Tang San remove his mask, Xiao Wu naturally stopped trying to hide it, tossing the mask aside and earnestly eating her fruit.

The middle-aged man sat down on the sofa, remaining silent and waiting quietly. A short while later, a huge iron cage was brought in, pushed by several burly men. Inside the cage were not only the catwoman, but also several other young women, all exceptionally beautiful and unique. Of course, the inconspicuous, veiled figure was also among them.

The middle-aged man took the veiled insult and handed over a red card, saying, "Settle my bill and take these girls to my place."

"Yes." The girl in the silver dress took the card and immediately had someone push the iron cage out.

The middle-aged man then turned to Tang San and smiled, "Young man, since this weapon belongs to you, could you teach me how to use it?"

Tang San nodded and said, "Of course." After his brief explanation, the middle-aged man quickly mastered how to use it and even wore it on his chest.

The middle-aged man seemed quite pleased with the veiled innuendo and smiled, saying, "Young friends, although it may be presumptuous, I still wish to ask, which family do you belong to? Could you tell me?"

Tang San shook his head and said, "We don't have a family. We're just two students."

"Students?" The middle-aged man was taken aback. "Generally speaking, shouldn't students at advanced soul master academies graduate at level 30? Only a few academies extend the graduation level."

Tang San directly asked the question that had been on his mind, "Then how did you know that our soul power was more than level 30? Could you tell from our eyes?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "I am also a Soul Master, and one of my Soul Skills can discern a Soul Master's Soul Power. Judging from your appearance, you are at most fifteen or sixteen years old, yet you already possess Soul Power exceeding level thirty-five. I truly cannot imagine which family could produce such outstanding disciples. In fact, you are far superior to my little witch."

Tang San smiled slightly. "But we really don't have a family. You spent 10,000 gold soul coins to buy my Hidden Sand Arrow, so I can't let you lose out. Here, I'll give you this too." As he spoke, Tang San took off the silent hidden dart from his left wrist and handed it over, explaining how to use it briefly. The Flying Claw he wore on his right hand was much more complicated to make, so he couldn't easily give it away. He didn't need to be stingy with relatively ordinary hidden weapons like hidden darts and Hidden Sand Arrows.

The middle-aged man examined the hidden blades with surprise for a moment, then found two small characters in the corner: "Tang Clan? Were these two weapons made by a place called Tang Clan? How come I've never heard of such a sect before?"

Xiao Wu chuckled and said, "The Tang Clan only has my brother, of course you haven't heard of him."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, but he immediately realized what was happening and looked at Tang San, saying, "Could it be that you made these two hidden weapons?"

Tang San nodded.

A thoughtful glint appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. "Young man, I wonder if you can mass-produce this? If so, I'd like to buy it directly from you. Of course, the price won't be as high as it is today, but it should satisfy you."

Tang San asked with some surprise, "You're going to buy a large quantity of Silent Sleeve Arrows and Sand-Spitting Arrows?"

The middle-aged man nodded. "Do I look like I'm joking? If you two young people are interested, I can take you to visit my sect."

Tang San shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but we have other things to do. We'll meet again someday. Xiao Wu, let's go."

Xiao Wu was taken aback. She had a good impression of this middle-aged man and didn't understand why Tang San would choose to leave so quickly. But naturally, she wouldn't question Tang San's decision.

The middle-aged man didn't stop them, and smiled, saying, "You're right, we'll definitely meet again if fate allows. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Tang San smiled and returned the greeting, "We are too."

Watching the two leave the room, the middle-aged man touched the hidden dart on his wrist and said with some regret, "It's a pity that the power of these two weapons is still a bit weak, but the potential of these two children is really good."

The door opened silently, and a person walked in. "Sect Master, we should go back."

He was an old man, dressed in a snow-white robe, with his long silver hair neatly combed down his back. He had an ancient appearance, and his eyes were not fully open, but slightly closed. Yet, his every move gave people a very special feeling.

If the aura of a middle-aged person is gentle, then the aura of this old man can only be described as sharp. Deadly sharp.

The middle-aged man nodded. "It's time to go back. Uncle Jian, let's go."

Shrek Academy, the gate.

"Dad, go back. This is a matter between us students. Your presence only makes me more embarrassed," Tyrone said, forcing out breaths in pain. His face was swollen like a pig's head, and he clearly had difficulty moving. He could only stand with the help of another student.

Before him stood a middle-aged man, even larger than him, glaring angrily at the passing trainees. This man bore a striking resemblance to Tyrone, though he appeared older, and his clothes offered no concealment of his bulging muscles. His face was fierce and menacing.

"Bullshit! My son got beaten so badly his joints were dislocated. If I could tolerate that, I wouldn't deserve to be called the Mighty King Taino. You brat, you only embarrass me. You can't even beat a kid in his teens. I want to see who's so tough that they dare to beat up my son, Taino's son."

Tailong looked utterly helpless, deeply regretting his decision to go home and rest. His joints had all been set. Despite his formidable defenses, the beating he'd suffered at Tang San's hands wouldn't heal in a short time.

"Dad, this is putting me in a difficult position. How am I supposed to continue my training at the academy?" Tyrone said with a wry smile as he continued to persuade his father.

"What a load of crap. Everyone else has graduated from level 30, and your crappy college still insists on having some kind of advanced class. Fine, fine, but nobody cares that you've been beaten up like this. Once I catch that kid, I'm going to find your college's teachers and have them sort this out."

"Well, Dad, I started this. It has nothing to do with Tang San."

"You still have the nerve to say that? You started trouble and got beaten up like this. You're a disgrace to your father."

Many of the past trainees naturally knew Tyrone, but seeing Tyrone's fierce appearance, no one dared to approach him, and they all quickened their pace as they passed by.

"Talon, what are you doing here? Still not convinced?" Tang San and Xiao Wu finally returned. Xiao Wu immediately saw Tailon's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and couldn't help but say.

Tailong quickly winked at Tang San and Xiao Wu, signaling them to go inside immediately. But Xiao Wu misunderstood, "You're already like this and you're still not convinced? Why are you rolling your eyes? Do you want to fight?"

The moment Xiao Wu appeared, she caught the eye of the Mighty King Tai Nuo, who secretly admired her beauty. Though he appeared rough and uncouth, he was far from foolish. He had gleaned a great deal from Xiao Wu's few words. Looking at his son's expression, his gaze immediately fell upon Tang San.

"Which of you is Tang San?" Tainuo asked abruptly.

(End of this chapter)