In Douluo Continent, Tang San raids my base right from the start.

Chapter 196 The Role of a Stirring-Up

On the other side, Ning Rongrong also spoke up, "This person on the other side is probably in for some bad luck."

"Just watch." Zhu Wu simply nodded slightly. He didn't care whether the people from Barak Academy were injured or not; on the contrary, he was happy to see Tang San use ruthless tactics on the field. After all, the worse Tang San's reputation was, the easier it would be for him to act later.

When a person's reputation is so bad that no matter what kind of rumors you fabricate to smear them, outsiders will believe them.

This is why, despite his extreme loathing for Xiao Wu and Yu Xiaogang, he didn't choose to kill them. Because as long as these two were around, Tang San and Shrek Academy wouldn't need him to frame them; these two troublemakers would conveniently expose their own wrongdoing.

Oh, and there's Liu Erlong too. He likes these brainless people who are always trying to sway Tang San and lower his IQ. If Tang San didn't have these people around, he'd worry that Tang San might suddenly have a change of heart and do something unexpected.

While lost in thought, Tang San summoned his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

"A Soul Master with a fourth Soul Ring after ten thousand years? How is that possible!" The audience members were all shocked.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed, and his expression hardened slightly.

The conditions for absorbing a ten-thousand-year-level spirit ring are harsh, especially the mental shock. He was very curious about how Tang San overcame it.

Xue Ye, Xue Qinghe, and Salas were also curious, their eyes fixed on Tang San as they fell into thought.

On the other side, Ning Rongrong looked surprised, "How did Tang San break through to the Soul Master level and even possess a fourth ten-thousand-year Soul Ring?"

Zhu Wu did not reply immediately. Instead, a silver light flashed in his eyes as he activated the Eye of Life, and then he raised an eyebrow.

"As expected, Tang San must have absorbed another ten-thousand-year-old soul bone. As for how he survived the mental shock, he must have used some special methods."

As expected of the protagonist of the original work, who is blessed with great fortune, he can acquire external soul bones at will, even if they are a bit trashy.

His Eye of Life, possessing X-ray vision, could see through the very essence of a living being's physical body, naturally allowing him to see the external soul bone structure connecting Tang San's spine, which, unsurprisingly, originated from the Thousand-Pound Ant. In Long Ling'er's memories, he had seen ten-thousand-year-old Thousand-Pound Ants, whose characteristics were extremely similar. Furthermore, given that Tang San possessed the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, it wasn't surprising that he would choose to absorb the Thousand-Pound Ant soul ring.

After suffering consecutive defeats on the field, he must have completely lost confidence in the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Is he trying to lay the foundation for cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul?

However, it must be said that encountering the millennia-old Ant King is indeed extremely lucky.

As a late-developing soul beast race, even if the Thousand-Pound Ant cultivates for ten thousand years, its mental strength is still average, so the intensity of the mental shock caused by its lingering resentment is naturally not high.

However, in his opinion, Tang San's success in overcoming the ordeal was partly due to luck.

This includes obtaining the four-winged external soul bone of the Thousand-Pound Ant.

But the wings of the Thousand-Pound Ant, well, how to put it? Their flight speed is average, and they're extremely fragile, making them one of the biggest weaknesses of the Thousand-Pound Ant race. Compared to the dragon wings of the Human-Faced Demon Spider, which has evolved to the ten-thousand-year level and possesses an external soul bone, they are far inferior.

And it was precisely his ability that completely countered it.

The key point is that his external soul bone happened to be the one that Tang San originally possessed, which is quite interesting.

"Special means?" Ning Rongrong murmured.

Zhu Wu snapped out of his daze and laughed, "You'll have a chance to find out later. Let's keep watching the game."

"Hmm." Ning Rongrong nodded, stopped thinking about it, and continued to look at the arena.

"You need to pay the price for your previous actions." Tang San's expression was calm, and his voice was indifferent. "It's not too late to admit defeat now."

She returned to Xiao Wu the exact words that the Barak Academy contestants had previously said.

"Petty and narrow-minded." Huo Wu sneered. If it weren't for Xiao Wu's previous behavior, she might have thought Tang San's words showed some courage as a man. But considering Xiao Wu's past actions, it was completely different. It wasn't courage, but utter hypocrisy and pettiness.

"Maybe he even thinks it's pretty cool to be angry for a woman," the support soul master Huo Jun couldn't help but chime in.

Huochui, who was his own brother, laughed and said, "Everyone else deceives outsiders, but he's good at deceiving himself."

Inside the arena, the young man frowned, offering no response, but remained on high alert, waiting for the referee to call the start.

Tang San stopped talking and just quietly looked at the young man.

Soon, the referee's voice came through.

"The match begins!"

The young man immediately shook the sunflower, scattering a thick yellow mist.

"Third Soul Skill, Blue Silver Serpent Binding!" Tang San retreated to create distance while gathering blue light, then threw it out using a hidden weapon technique. The flight speed was far greater than before, and the trajectory was unpredictable, showing that his physical strength had indeed increased significantly after his realm improved.

With a whoosh, countless vines shot out from the sky, enveloping the entire yellow mist and planting themselves in the ground.

Without the slightest pause, Tang San clenched his fist, "First Soul Skill, Entanglement!" Inside the cage formed by the blue silver vines, the vines regenerated, each one thorny, shooting towards the center from four directions.

His first soul skill allows vines to grow anywhere within a 50-meter radius, a skill he hadn't been able to fully utilize until Zhao Wuji's reminder in the Sunset Forest.

If vines can sprout from the vine armor, why can't they grow from the vines released by other soul skills?

In practice, it has proven to be feasible; however, he had previously been caught in a misconception.

Within sight, the yellow mist surged and churned rapidly, and the young man clearly wanted to evade it.

But in the end, it couldn't outrun the vines and was repeatedly bound by the attacking vines, after which it let out a scream.

The thorns covering the vines had become significantly harder and sharper after Tang San absorbed his fourth spirit ring. They immediately contracted after binding the youth, piercing and cutting through his skin like serrated teeth, causing flesh to churn and bleed.

In the blink of an eye, the young man was covered in blood.

"I surrender!" Yellow mist concealed his figure, so no one outside could see what was happening. He could only shout out in pain to himself.

Tang San stopped and withdrew his martial soul, but did not immediately remove the vines binding the young man.

They only loosened their grip when the yellow fog was about to dissipate.

"How ruthless!" The yellow mist quickly dissipated, and everyone inside and outside the arena looked on, their pupils shrinking.

It was horrible. There wasn't a single patch of good skin on his body; it was covered in holes and torn flesh, even his face and scalp were covered in wounds.

"How could they be so vicious!" The instructor leading the Barak Academy team immediately turned red in the eyes, as did the students behind him.

They all rushed into the arena, seething with anger.

On the other side, the Shrek Academy students immediately stood up.

Liu Erlong was not there; Flander arranged for her to carry Xiao Wu back to her residence and take care of her.

"What do you want?!" Salas's cold voice rang out.

Although he desperately wanted to kill Tang San, Tang San hadn't violated the competition rules, so he couldn't say anything. Besides, even if he wanted to kill Tang San, the qualifying rounds weren't a good time to act; it would be easier for them to do so when the finals were held at Wuhun City's home stadium.

"Your Excellency, we simply wish to carry our student off the field." The instructor leading the Barak Academy team gritted his teeth, stopped, glanced back at his teammates, bowed towards the VIP seats, and only after Salas nodded slightly did he run towards the injured student.

The young man was quickly given emergency treatment to stop the bleeding and was carried off on a stretcher, leaving only one contestant on the scene.

As a result, he was injured by Tang San again, though not as badly as before, but he would definitely miss one or two more matches.

Then came the third, the fourth, and so on, until the last contestant was carried off the stage.

Originally, they had hoped to drag the fight out until Tang San was exhausted so they could avenge their teammates, but instead, they were brutally beaten. The feelings of the instructors and substitute players from Barak Academy were understandable; their gazes towards Tang San were filled with resentment. However, Tang San hadn't violated the rules of the competition, and he had nowhere to vent his anger.

With a cold snort, the team leader led the team away, citing the need to care for the injured student as the reason.

Tang San remained calm. After the referee announced his victory, he turned and left the field, completely ignoring the strange looks from those around him.

In the VIP section, Xue Ye frowned slightly, her eyes showing displeasure, but it was only fleeting.

Let them make a scene; the more they make a scene, the more advantageous the situation will be. Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered, but his expression remained unchanged.

The other spectators around them didn't think that way. Their gazes towards Tang San held fear, but even more so, resentment and dissatisfaction. In a spirit battle, injuries are inevitable. If a teammate is injured, does that mean they have to retaliate with deadly force? Does that mean they have to simply admit defeat when they encounter Shrek Academy?

Why bother participating in the Soul Master Competition? Just hand the championship to them for free.

"That Tang San is really going too far!"

"If we run into Shrek Academy next, we either have to admit defeat early or give them a good beating."

"Since Shrek Academy doesn't treat the arena for sparring as a real arena, but rather as a place to vent our frustrations, then we don't need to follow any sparring etiquette either."

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All the contestants from the academy had already made up their minds.

"Hey, Tang San, you've gone a bit too far this time. Barak Academy represents the Barak Kingdom after all. Offending them like this on the field might not be a good thing for your future career in the Soul Master world." On the other side, Flander sighed as he saw Tang San approaching.

Tang San said calmly, "They shouldn't have targeted Xiao Wu and severely injured her. Xiao Wu was already poisoned. That person could have stopped in time, but he didn't, and the instructor on the other side didn't stop him either."

"I was just retaliating in kind."

"I swore that no one could hurt Xiao Wu." His tone was resolute.

"Dean, teacher, I'm going back to take care of Xiaowu." She said, turning to look at Yu Xiaogang.

Since the deed had already been done, Yu Xiaogang didn't want to blame anyone anymore and nodded slightly.

He watched as Tang San turned and left.

Seeing this, Flander had no choice but to turn to the other trainees and say, "Let's pack up and head back."

The morning's matches were over, but Xueye hadn't left yet, so they couldn't leave first.

However, it didn't take long before the host announced the end of the morning's competition and asked the teams from each college to leave the venue in order.

"Let's go." Zhu Wu stood up and led his team straight away.

"This Tang San is really going too far." After walking a distance, Ning Rongrong finally spoke.

Long Ling'er shook her head slightly, "Sooner or later, this kind of person will pay the price for his actions; it's just not the right time yet."

"Rongrong, just watch me perform once we're matched," Zhu Wu said with a smile.

"Mm." Ning Rongrong nodded gently.

(End of this chapter)