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

Chapter 206 Xiao Wu is injured again.

As the sun set and the afternoon competitions concluded, the participating teams left the venue in order, discussing the events as they went.

"Judging from Tang San's condition just now, he must be seriously injured. In my opinion, it's impossible for him to recover during the qualifying rounds."

"Isn't this a good thing? That guy never knows his own strength when he attacks, so it's good that he can't participate in the competition, thus avoiding harming innocent people."

"Exactly!"

"Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect that Tang San would be the son of Haotian Douluo, and possess twin martial souls. His talent is truly remarkable. However, compared to Long Yingtian, he seems to be just so-so. Even with his soul bones, he still can't win, while the opponent hasn't even used his martial soul."

"So what if you have two martial souls? You can only use one at a time."

"That's true! Besides, Tang San is really not a good person; he even had a nightmare about that kind of thing."

"They say what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. In my opinion, this guy is the kind of person you can only know by his face, not his heart."

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Zhu Wu, with his ears open, smiled and led his team briskly toward their lodgings.

Before long, the sun sank behind the western mountains, leaving only a touch of orange-red light on the horizon.

"Is Long Yingtian here?" Huo Wu's soft voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Fire Dance? What does she want with the captain?" Xiao Chenyu asked, sitting on the sofa chatting with his teammates to digest his food.

"It's probably to express her gratitude," Ning Rongrong pondered. "After all, Brother Tian saved her life before and beat Tang San up badly today. In a way, it's like he got revenge for her. Of course, she might also have come to ask Brother Tian for help."

"After all, Tang San, whom she offended before, is the son of Haotian Douluo. I think everyone would be a little worried."

Zhu Wu nodded slightly, stood up from his seat, and said, "I'll go out and take a look."

No one thought much of it, and they nodded slightly, watching Zhu Wu leave.

Soon, with a creak, Zhu Wu strode out and casually closed the door.

Looking around, Huo Wu stood quietly outside the courtyard, wearing a fiery red long dress. Her dark red hair, unlike when it was tied up during the day's competition, was now down, naturally cascading to her waist. Perhaps it was from holding it up for too long during training and battles, but now that it was down, it was slightly wavy, like undulating waves, giving it a kind of exotic beauty.

A quick glance revealed that she had put on light makeup, her face was delicate, and she had a curvaceous figure; she had clearly taken the time to dress up.

"I have no way to repay your life-saving grace, so I will repay you with my body?" Zhu Wu thought to himself as he walked forward.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a fiery dance.

"Miss Fire Dance, is something the matter?" Zhu Wu asked calmly as he approached her.

"Let's talk over there." Huo Wu tilted her chin slightly, and without waiting for Zhu Wu's reply, she turned and walked towards a dimly lit, secluded corner.

Zhu Wu did not hesitate and strode after him.

Soon, following Huo Wu to the corner, they stopped close to the wall. Zhu Wu spoke first, "Miss Huo Wu, can you speak now?"

"Long Yingtian, thank you for saving me before," Huo Wu said softly, bowing her head slightly.

"Didn't I already thank you before?" Zhu Wu smiled.

Huo Wu raised her head, her eyes fixed intently on Zhu Wu's, and bit her lip as she said earnestly, "I said before that I would definitely repay this life-saving grace. I know you lack nothing, but there is one thing that you absolutely do not have, and that is the one and only me."

"How about I give myself to you?"

"So direct?" Zhu Wu was somewhat shocked.

"Long Yingtian, do you think I'm not worthy?" Seeing that Zhu Wu didn't reply immediately, Huo Wu lowered her head and said in a suppressed voice.

"No, not at all," Zhu Wu shook his head. "It just feels a bit sudden."

"So, what's your choice?" Huo Wu looked up and continued to stare.

"Fire Dance Girl, do you like me?" Zhu Wu couldn't help but ask.

"I like it," Huo Wu said directly, never hiding her feelings.

She genuinely felt a strong liking for this man who had easily defeated her, kicked her in the butt in public, then saved her life, and later decisively defeated Tang San to avenge her. It was the first time she had ever felt that way—a feeling she couldn't forget.

She'd been thinking about it for a long time these past few days. Perhaps, this feeling of always unconsciously thinking of someone is what it means to like someone.

Zhu Wu admired Huo Wu's courage, but still said:

"Fire Dancer, you are a good girl. I don't mind having multiple concubines, but you'd better think it through, because I don't have much time to spend with you."

"All I can say is that there are still so many things I need to do and so many things I need to pursue."

"If you don't want to stay, then don't. I won't die without you." Huo Wu said indifferently, then dribbled the ball and bumped into him. Her tall and slender body pressed against him, grabbing Zhu Wu's collar with one hand and bracing herself against the wall with the other. Her fiery red lips were aimed at him and she leaned in.

If I were to dodge this, would I still be human? Zhu Wu gave up struggling and instinctively grabbed her waist, turning the tables and taking the initiative.

She was all talk and no action beforehand, but panicked during the actual fight. Huo Wu, who had absolutely no practical experience, blushed instantly and felt her body go weak. After only a moment, her teeth were knocked out, and she let go of the hands that were gripping her collar and supporting herself against the wall, obediently hugging her waist.

If she didn't find a way to steady herself, she felt like she was about to slip and fall.

After a long while, Zhu Wu raised his head.

Looking down, Huo Wu's pretty face was flushed, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she looked completely like a little woman, no longer as arrogant as before.

The next second, Huo Wu suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, pushed him away and took a step back, her mouth hardening again.

"This is my first kiss, consider it compensation for you standing up for me today!"

"As for anything else, humph, I'm not going to share my man with anyone else. If you want to someday, just come find me yourself."

After saying that, she turned and ran, her fiery red dress fluttering in the wind like a burning firework.

Zhu Wu licked his lips and smiled slightly.

Regarding Huo Wu, based on her previous injury to Tang San and the scolding she gave him, he did have some appreciation and goodwill towards her, but he would never say he liked her.

Choosing to accept it was more of an attempt to cultivate a god who could help me in the future.

First-class divine fire god.

Ma Hongjun's original work failed to be passed down, but Huo Wu's might not be.

Fortunately, he still possesses a Narcissus Jade Bone and a fire-attribute immortal herb that he couldn't use on the Crimson King, which he could also give to Fire Dance. Of course, the fire-attribute immortal herb will have to wait until Fire Dance has grown to a point where she can withstand it. With his assistance, there is still a chance of fusion.

Having consumed two immortal herbs in succession, he believed that Huo Wu's aptitude and martial soul quality would definitely not be inferior to Ma Hongjun in the original work.

As for diligence and comprehension, Huo Wu is far superior to Ma Hongjun.

He felt that the chances of success were not low.

Thinking this, he wiped his lips and strode towards his residence.

Back in the living room, he said with a calm expression, "It's getting late, everyone go back to your rooms to cultivate."

Xiao Chenyu and Oslo nodded, got up and went back to their rooms, while Long Ling'er and the other three girls followed Zhu Wu upstairs and then went back to their respective rooms.

Zhu Wu slammed the door shut and pulled the two women to sit on the bed. Without hiding anything, he said, "Huo Wu just said she wanted to give herself to me, and I agreed."

"Ah!" Ning Rongrong was stunned.

"She has the potential to become a god, and I plan to nurture her," Zhu Wu explained.

"Become a god?" Ning Rongrong was startled, but then calmed down.

Although she was somewhat reluctant, rationally speaking, if Huo Wu truly deserved to become a god, it wouldn't be a bad deal.

He couldn't help but turn to look at Long Ling'er, the eldest son's wife. Her expression was calm, showing no displeasure, as she simply pondered, "What are the chances of success?"

"There should be a 60-70% chance of becoming a Level One God, and a Level Two God should be a certainty," Zhu Wu said calmly.

Long Ling'er nodded gently, "More help is always a good thing."

"What are you talking about?" Ning Rongrong asked, puzzled.

Long Ling'er smiled and explained, "Brother Tian's martial soul has multiple attributes, and there is no suitable divine position inheritance for him in the God Realm. He can only rely on his own power to condense a divine position, which is quite difficult. If there are other gods by his side to help, the chances of success will naturally be higher."

"At least, it can provide some reference and suggestions."

Ning Rongrong nodded, then her eyes dimmed. "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do to help."

"That's not necessarily true." Zhu Wu smiled. "Rongrong, you also have the potential to become a god. All you need is to find a suitable successor."

"We'll help you with that later."

Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately lit up, and she said earnestly, "I will definitely work hard to cultivate."

"Yes." Zhu Wu nodded with a smile. "Let's work hard together."

After saying that, he led the two women to sit down and begin cultivating their soul power.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Zhu Wu got up early, practiced the Vajra Skill, had breakfast, and led his team to the Great Training Ground.

Upon arrival, Ning Rongrong and Long Ling'er both nodded to Huo Wu in greeting. Huo Wu blushed slightly but quickly recovered and nodded in response.

Huo Wushuang, unaware of what was going on, smiled and nodded in goodwill.

Before long, the match began. Without any clashes between strong opponents, the entire process could only be described as utterly boring.

The crowd watched the day's matches with little enthusiasm.

The same thing happened on the third day, until the third day, inside the Great Parade Ground.

"Round 8 of the qualifying tournament, Shrek Academy versus Tianshui Academy," the referee announced.

Tang San was still seriously injured and unconscious, Yu Tianheng's shoulder was pierced and he hadn't recovered, and Tai Long's arm was broken. Shrek Academy's fighting strength was greatly reduced, and they were no match for the veteran powerhouse Tianshui Academy. With fewer members, Xiao Wu had no choice but to go on the field, and the result was predictable: defeat.

When he came off the field, he was pale, freezing, and had suffered a minor injury.

"Master, I'm going back to visit Third Brother now." With Tang San on her mind, Xiao Wu said goodbye and left immediately.

Just then, inside the Shrek Academy's barracks, sunlight streamed through the windows and fell on Tang San's face on the bed.

"Hmm." Feeling the warm breath, Tang San slowly woke up and subconsciously tried to get up, but his whole body was in pain.

His face turned pale instantly, and he remembered that he had been seriously injured by the rebound of Long Yingtian's soul skill. His expression turned gloomy in an instant.

"Damn it, so close!"

He recalled the last words Long Yingtian uttered before falling into a coma, and felt deeply resentful.

"Could it be that I really can't defeat Long Yingtian?" His heart sank.

"No, I still have a chance!" Suddenly, she remembered that the Seven-in-One Fusion Technique that her teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had been practicing was already showing initial results.

Although the process was difficult, it was unsuccessful after several days of trying at the beginning.

His teammates possessed vastly different martial souls and soul power characteristics, making it incredibly difficult to completely integrate them. However, after attempting to use Jiang Zhu and Oscar, both support-type soul masters with gentler soul power, as a transition, the soul power flowing into his body became noticeably milder. Therefore, after numerous attempts, he successfully absorbed and transformed this soul power using his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, greatly increasing his strength.

"If individual competitions don't work, there are team competitions. If one person isn't enough, I still have a team!"

"Long Yingtian, I refuse to believe that with the combined strength of the seven of us, we can't break through your defenses, let alone kill you!"

Thinking of this, his gaze turned cold.

Tap tap tap, footsteps suddenly sounded. Tang San turned his head and saw Xiao Wu, whom he had been longing for, but her face was slightly pale.

His expression immediately changed, and he asked first, "Xiao Wu, are you injured?"

The shout aggravated his injury, causing a vein to bulge on his forehead.

"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu exclaimed, rushing forward to press him down, and said softly, "Third Brother, your injuries haven't healed yet, so please don't move. I'm fine, I was just frozen by Shui Bing'er's ice-sealing soul skill on the field. Jiang Zhu and Oscar have already used their soul skills to heal me, and I'm almost fully recovered now."

Tang San nodded slightly, but his heart was filled with resentment.

If it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured by Long Yingtian, Xiao Wu wouldn't have been hurt on the field if he had been there.

Long Yingtian, if I don't kill you, I, Tang San, swear I will never be a human being again!

And this Shui Bing'er, daring to hurt my Xiao Wu, deserves to die. My heart is filled with rage.

"Hiss!" The intense emotional turmoil affected all the muscles in his body, exacerbating his injuries, and he immediately felt a tearing pain.

Two days later, in the training ground, Shrek Academy faced off against Thunder Academy and suffered another defeat. Xiao Wu was injured again by a wide-range lightning attack.

"Damn it, damn it!" Tang San, who was lying on the bed unable to move, received the news and his anger rose again.

There is a way to die, and there is a way to die!

The next day, with his injuries slightly improved, Tang San sat in a wheelchair and was pushed by Oscar to the arena to watch the game.

Shrek Academy versus Shenfeng Academy, Xiao Wu enters the arena, but is quickly defeated by Feng Xiaotian.

Xiao Wu is injured again.

Off the field, Tang San's eyes immediately turned red, his fists clenched, his face was gloomy, and his gaze was cold as he stared at Feng Xiaotian.

"That Tang San, really," Xiao Chenyu couldn't help but say, "He always has this murderous expression whenever Xiao Wu is injured, his emotions are written all over his face. It's a pity that he's seriously injured and can't play now, he can't do anything, he's probably feeling really frustrated."

"Captain, he probably hates you to the core."

"Just a clown, don't bother with him," Zhu Wu said indifferently.

Xiao Chenyu nodded slightly and said no more. His captain certainly had the confidence to say that.

So what if you have twin martial souls? If you're not good at it, you're still no good!

With that in mind, I continued watching the game.

Four days later, at the Great Training Ground, in the afternoon. The final match of the qualifying rounds: Heavenly Dou Royal Academy versus Divine Wind Academy.

"Thirty-six consecutive swift slashes!" Facing Zhu Wu, Feng Xiaotian used his self-created soul skill.

"Clang!" Each time, Zhu Wu, who had greatly increased his defensive power by using the Bright Light Body technique, skillfully raised his hand to block.

The successive impacts caused considerable recoil in his arm. Finally, after unleashing his 30th consecutive strike, Feng Xiaotian's physical body reached its limit.

"I lost." He landed on the ground and calmly admitted defeat.

"With your current physical strength, it's still a bit of a stretch to use this move," Zhu Wu smiled, then turned to look at Ye Lingling.

The latter understood, raised his hand to summon his martial spirit, and sent out flower petals to heal Feng Xiaotian's trembling arms that had been injured by the shock.

Seeing this scene, Flander gave a wry smile. If he hadn't offended Long Yingtian, with Long Yingtian's self-created healing soul skill, plus Ye Lingling's martial soul healing ability, Tang San's injuries would probably have healed long ago.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

"Heavenly Dou Royal Academy wins." With the referee's voice, the final match of the qualifying rounds came to an end.

(End of this chapter)