Douro Continent

Chapter 275 Hercules, Grandpa's Really Here (Part 2)

"No way!" Xiao Wu and Oscar exclaimed in unison.

Tang San's duel with Tai Long was, after all, just a conflict between two students within the academy. Although Tai Long was badly beaten, Tang San held back, at least preventing him from suffering irreparable injuries. He also immediately helped Tai Nuo detoxify after defeating him yesterday. Although Tai Nuo had lost face considerably, there was no deep-seated hatred between them.

With a slight thought, Tang San said to Xiao Wu beside him, "Xiao Wu, go find Vice Dean Zhao Wuji. Xiao Ao, let's go take a look."

Flander and Liu Erlong went with Grandmaster and Dai Mubai to hunt soul beasts. With them gone, the affairs of the academy naturally fell to Zhao Wuji, the former vice dean of Shrek Academy and currently the strongest in the academy.

While Soul Masters aren't necessarily stronger with age, judging from the inherited martial souls of the Tailong family, Tang San guessed that Tailong's grandfather was likely a powerful figure, perhaps even exceeding level 70. Facing a level 70 opponent, he would have no chance. This was where the teachers would need to intervene. At the same time, Tang San also wanted to see what the Tailong family was up to. Were they targeting him?

Xiao Wu flew off quickly, and Tang San and Oscar, surrounded by many students, left the cafeteria and headed rapidly towards the academy gate. Many students inside the cafeteria who hadn't finished their breakfast didn't bother eating; watching the excitement was more important.

Outside the gates of Shrek Academy, Tyrone and Tyno each stood beside an elderly man. The old man had white hair and beard, his short hair standing on end like steel needles. His build was similar to that of the Mighty Tyno, only his eyes were much deeper. Standing there, he exuded an aura of quiet authority. The reverence in the eyes of Tyrone and Tyno as they looked at him revealed his status within their family.

"Grandpa, I'm begging you. Please go back. I really can't stay at the academy like this anymore," Tyrone pleaded with his grandfather with a bitter smile.

The old man standing between him and Taino was his own grandfather, Titan, who was also the patriarch of the family.

Titan put his hands behind his back, glanced coldly at his grandson, and said, "Shut up." With just two words, he completely shut Talon up.

Not to mention Tyrone, even Tyno had no idea why the old man insisted on coming to Shrek Academy with them today. After returning yesterday, Tyno didn't dare to hide anything and told them what had happened. The result was that the old man Titan slapped him across the face and said he was embarrassed.

Early this morning, Tyrone and his son Taino, still recovering from their previous injuries, were planning to sleep a little longer when their grandfather dragged them out of bed and brought them straight to the academy. The grandfather didn't say what he wanted to do, but his menacing demeanor silenced even Taino.

Taino knew very well that his father wasn't a good-tempered person; his protectiveness was even stronger than his own. He was very likely to do something impulsive. If it weren't for that, his family wouldn't have… Thinking of this, Taino couldn't help but sigh inwardly, praying that his grandfather wouldn't act too rashly. After all, Tang San was just a teenager; surely his grandfather wouldn't take him seriously.

At this moment, Tang San and Oscar walked out of the academy surrounded by a group of students.

When Tang San first saw Grandpa Titan, his heart skipped a beat. His Purple Demon Eye had reached the Mustard Seed Realm, allowing him to see far more than just the surface. He immediately realized that this old man was likely far more powerful than he had imagined. Although he was alone, his presence was like that of a towering mountain, unmoving and immovable.

"Who is Tang San?" Titan asked calmly. His voice, though somewhat aged, carried a powerful resonance. The forceful words seemed to vibrate the surrounding air.

"That's me." Tang San stepped forward slowly, having already raised his soul power to its optimal state. He was ready to react at any moment.

"Did you injure my son and grandson yesterday?" Titan asked calmly.

Tang San nodded. "Yes." He didn't want to explain further. In his opinion, there was no point in him explaining if such a powerful Soul Master would come looking for something like this.

"Alright." Titan's eyes suddenly blazed with light, and an unparalleled sense of power erupted from his body. The father and son, Tyno and Tyron, standing beside him, were thrown back four or five steps before regaining their footing. Including Tang San and Oscar, all the students of Shrek Academy collectively took a step back. The air seemed to thicken in that instant.

"You injured my son and grandson, which is because they are incompetent. But it's not because my Power Clan is weak. I won't bully the weak and fight you. How about we make a bet?" Titan said calmly.

Tang San looked directly at the other person. "What are we betting on?"

Titan casually waved his hand, and an incense stick flew out from his sleeve, shooting dozens of meters like an arrow, and stuck to the academy gate not far away, the tip of the incense burning at the same time.

Upon seeing this, the Shrek Academy students couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and even Oscar couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Damn it."

The academy's gate is forged from refined iron. How fragile is incense? Yet, by sheer force, incense was driven into the gate dozens of meters away without any damage to itself. What kind of power is this?

Tang San saw more than the others. The incense didn't burn beforehand; it ignited because of the high speed at which it passed through the air, causing friction with the air. Only his Purple Demon Eye could capture such a minute detail.

"I won't make a move, nor will I release my martial spirit. If you can withstand the pressure I release until this incense burns out, you win. I'll have Taino and his son Tailong kowtow to you and apologize. Otherwise, I want you to join our Power Clan."

"That's not fair!" Oscar interjected before Tang San could speak. He knew Tang San's personality could be even more stubborn than Dai Mubai's at times, and if he agreed immediately, there would be no going back. Staring at Titan, he said, "If you lose, your son and grandson only need to kowtow and apologize. It's a bit humiliating, but it's not a big loss for them. But if Tang San loses, he'll have to join your family and be restricted for life. What kind of bet is that?"

Oscar deliberately slowed his speech to allow the incense on the door to burn longer. When it comes to cleverness, Tang San couldn't compare to him.

Titan said calmly, "Then what do you think we should do?" He wasn't speaking to Oscar, but directly to Tang San.

Oscar quickly interjected, "It's simple. If you lose, you let them join Tang San's family."

"Oh? You have a family too?" Titan looked at Tang San, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

This time, Tang San took the initiative to speak, "Yes, my family is called the Tang Clan."

Tang Sect? Titan searched his memory but couldn't recall such a sect, let alone one that was powerful. He immediately assumed it was just an obscure little sect. Without hesitation, he nodded and said, "Alright. It's settled then. If I lose, my son and grandson will join your Tang Sect. If you can't hold on, just retreat to a distance of twenty meters from me, or fall to the ground. I will then stop."

A sly glint flashed in Oscar's eyes as he secretly slipped a recovery sausage into Tang San's hand before swiftly retreating. He knew Tang San's resistance very well; back at the Royal Fighting Academy, Tang San had withstood the pressure of a Soul Douluo for a long time—far exceeding the duration of an incense stick burning. This old man couldn't possibly be a Title Douluo. Even if he were a Soul Douluo, Tang San could definitely withstand it, especially with his recovery sausage.

"Go, mistress! Having two house slaves wouldn't be bad either."

As the person directly involved, Tang San wasn't as relaxed as Oscar. Although he had endured the pressure from a Soul Douluo when he was level 33 and used that opportunity to open his meridians, he was certain that the pressure from the old man before him would be even greater. Because he was also a Soul Douluo. Back then, Zhi Lin, the Soul Douluo, was a control-type Soul Master, and his Soul Power wasn't particularly domineering. But the Titan family were pure strength-type Soul Masters, and their pressure was completely different.

Titan seemed completely unconcerned that the incense stick had burned down a little during their earlier conversation. After gesturing for Tang San to be careful again, changes began to appear around them.

The students watching from the outside could only see the air between Tang San and Titan seem to distort, rippling like water, but they couldn't sense anything. But in that instant, Tang San's expression suddenly changed, and he took another step back. At the same time, he immediately released his martial soul.

If the pressure from Soul Douluo Zhilin was like the endless Yangtze River, then the pressure from Titan Douluo before him was like a raging torrent. A surging, violent pressure instantly filled every part of Tang San's body; Tang San could even immediately hear his bones begin to crack under the pressure.

(End of this chapter)