I'm picking up fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 119 The Arrival of Yu Xiaogang
Shrek Academy, inside the dean's office.

The thick curtains were drawn, and not a single ray of sunlight came in. The strong smell of liquor permeated every inch of the air, filling the small space.

There were several wine bottles scattered on the ground, and the broken glass flickered faintly under the dim light.

Flanders slumped in a chair, his eyes blurry and drunk, his hair disheveled, his usual smart and capable look long gone.

Zhao Wuji is dead.

This news was like a bombshell, causing a huge storm in Flanders' heart.

He could not accept this cruel fact.

The good brother who once fought side by side with him and worked hard for the future of Shrek Academy, the majestic "Acalanatha", left so suddenly.

"Why. Why is this happening?"

Flanders reached out his hand tremblingly, picked up another bottle of wine, unscrewed the cap forcefully, tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

The acrid liquid flowed down his throat, burning his internal organs, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

"What kind of soul beast is this? Even a Titled Douluo can't do anything to him." Flanders muttered to himself, his voice filled with endless grief and confusion.

"That should be the Titan Ape." A voice that sounded a little stiff came from outside the door.

"Crench."

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in. His face was stiff, his eyes looked a little dull, but his back was straight.

"Cough cough." The middle-aged man coughed heavily a few times and looked at Flanders who was slumped in the chair with a frown.

"Flanders, how much did you drink?"

Flanders looked up at the newcomer, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Xiaogang, when did you come?"

As he spoke, Flanders put down the bottle of wine in his hand, took a deep breath, and tried to sober himself up.

He stood up unsteadily, and although his body was still a little shaky due to the effects of alcohol, his eyes gradually became clearer.

Yu Xiaogang walked to the window and pulled open the curtains with a 'rustle'.

In an instant, dazzling sunlight shone into the room, and Flanders subconsciously raised his right hand to block his eyes.

"Flanders, I heard about what happened to Zhao Wuji. Everyone is destined to die, so please accept my condolences." Yu Xiaogang said earnestly.

In his impression, Flanders was never an alcoholic.

"Xiao Gang, I... cough cough cough!"

Flanders coughed heavily a few times, "Xiaogang, what kind of soul beast is the Titan Ape you just mentioned?"

Yu Xiaogang showed a solemn expression on his face, "The Titan Giant Ape is one of the most powerful species among soul beasts. A thousand-year-old giant ape can rival an ordinary ten-thousand-year-old soul beast."

"The soul beast that Zhao Wuji and his companions encountered was over 20 meters in size, and it was at least 80,000 years old."

"Eighty thousand years!"

Flanders exclaimed immediately, and then a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Soul beasts of this age should live in the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest, how could they run to the periphery."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "It's a blessing that a few students were able to escape this time."

"Well, come to think of it, Xiao Wu was born with full soul power. What a pity." Flanders sighed helplessly.

Then, he suddenly thought of something and said to Yu Xiaogang: "Xiaogang, Tang San's mental state has not been very good these days. No matter how we persuade him, he won't listen. Fortunately, you, the master, are here."

"Oh? Take me to see it quickly." Yu Xiaogang said hurriedly.

Upon hearing that his disciple was in trouble, he could no longer maintain that calm expression.

The hill behind the dormitory.

There were more than ten wooden stakes sparsely standing on the open space. These stakes were not arranged in a row, but were clustered together in groups of three or five.

A cold light flashed across Tang San's face, his first spirit ring shone, and thick blue silver grass grew out from the ground, like arms, tying up more than a dozen wooden stakes at the same time.

First soul skill: blue silver entanglement!
At this time, Tang San's eyes were covered with a layer of light purple, and the Xuantian Gong in his body was running to the extreme.

The next moment, he moved.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

His hands turned into jade color at the same time and quickly swept across his waist, and hidden weapons shining with eerie cold light shot out.

In an instant, more than a dozen hidden weapons seemed to explode from his body and fly everywhere.

Some fly straight, some fly obliquely, and some turn into an arc.

Almost at that moment, every hidden weapon seemed to have eyes and was nailed to the wooden stake fiercely.

Tang San gasped for air, with sweat dripping down his forehead. After launching these hidden weapons, he only had less than 10% of his soul power left.

Tang San's figure was somewhat disheveled, but his face was glowing with a bright red of excitement.

"It's done! I'm done!"

"In One Thousand and One Nights, I finally got the hang of the Tang Sect's fourth-ranked hidden weapon technique!" Tang San shouted excitedly.

To practice this move, you need to combine it with other hidden weapon techniques.

At the beginning, you need to practice launching three hidden weapons at the same time, attacking the same target in a straight line, diagonal line, and arc.

Then six.
Twelve pieces.
Only when the number increases to one thousand and one can one be considered to have completely mastered this technique.

Tang San recalled the situation in the grove. Facing dozens of enemies at the same time, Tang San could not think of any way to deal with it except this move.

"Lu Feng, now I have the same strength as you!"

Tang San looked at the hidden weapon deeply embedded in the wooden stake and couldn't help but grin.

The position of the wooden stakes was deliberately placed by Tang San based on his recollection of the mercenaries' positions at the time. Each of these hidden weapons was deeply embedded in the wood. The corresponding positions were also the eyes and throats of humans, which were fatal places.

In Tang San's imagination, as long as the enemy did not activate the third soul skill in the first time, he would be killed instantly.

"Hmm?" At this time, Tang San walked to a wooden stake with a frown on his face.

The color of this wooden stake is darker, representing the thin soul sect. Because the opponent's soul power is very high, Tang San arranged three hidden weapons for him.

"The power of this hidden weapon doesn't seem to be enough."

Tang San gently pulled the hidden weapon off the wooden stake, leaving only a shallow mark.

“And here’s one.”

"If I remember correctly, the enemies here are defensive."

Tang San checked the marks on the wooden stakes one by one, and the results were somewhat different from what he expected.

"Whoo~"

Tang San lay weakly on the grass.

The scene of Lu Feng killing everyone and his violent fists kept appearing in Tang San's mind and could not be shaken off.

Tang San discovered that if he wanted to reach Lu Feng's level, it would take at least another year if he continued to practice One Thousand and One Nights.

"Damn it! Why has he become so strong?!"

Tang San pounded the ground hard.

It would be a lie for Tang San to say that he was not envious of Lu Feng's strength.

When he was in Notting College, Tang San had fought with Lu Feng many times. After each battle, Tang San would always grow a lot, and even quickly surpass his opponent.

But this time, Tang San found that he seemed unable to catch up.

Tang San looked at the sky blankly, thinking about many things.

From the awakening of his martial soul to Notting College. Then he recalled the scene of his first fight with Dai Mubai, and finally returned to Lu Feng's bloody slaughter in the grove.

But the more Tang San thought about it, the more confused he became.

As the blue light surged, a touch of green grass appeared in the palm of my hand.

"Is it right or wrong for me to choose to cultivate the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit?"

"For a truly powerful control-type soul master, it is far from enough to have only control effects. The soul skills must also have a certain amount of attack power."

"I originally thought that hidden weapons could make up for my shortcomings, but..."

Tang San turned his head to look at the dozen or so wooden stakes. He found that the stakes were not stuck in the grass, but like thorns, stuck in his heart.

Tang San slowly spread out his left hand, black light surged, and a small hammer appeared in his palm.

"If I had cultivated this hammer martial spirit, I wouldn't be so frustrated now."

"Nonsense!"

At this moment, a scolding came from not far away.

(End of this chapter)