Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 652 Tang San's Trump Card

Night fell over Wuhun City, and most streets were quiet, except for a few rooms in an inconspicuous hotel in the west of the city where the lights were still on.

The atmosphere in the penthouse suite was heavy.

Yu Xiaogang stood by the window, his back to the others in the room.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell upon him, outlining a slender, almost frail figure.

Beneath the deep blue robe, her waist was cinched sharply, softening her originally strong lines.

As he raised his hand to tidy the stray hairs at his temples, the movement of his fingers carried an unconscious gentleness—a subtle change that had taken place after taking the Soul-Shaping Pill, one that even he himself had not yet fully adapted to.

"Teacher, do you think there's anything about tomorrow's tactics that needs adjustment?"

Tang San's voice rang out, clearer than before, less hoarse and more gentle.

He sat at the table, dressed in a plain white robe, his black hair cascading down to his waist like a waterfall. His face was as delicate as porcelain, and his heroic spirit remained undiminished between his brows, yet it formed a strange harmony with his gentle features.

Yu Xiaogang turned around, and his once angular face now had soft lines and fair, delicate skin. If it weren't for the wisdom and vicissitudes accumulated over the years in his eyes, one would almost mistake him for a uniquely elegant and cold beauty.

"The tactics have been rehearsed many times."

Yu Xiaogang's voice remained steady and powerful, but inexplicably carried a hint of coldness, "Xiao San, you only have one core task tomorrow:
Resolve the matter with Dai Chengfeng as quickly as possible.

"Your hidden weapons, poison techniques, and Soul Saint-level mental strength theoretically allow you to completely suppress him."

"But Dai Chengfeng is not someone to be underestimated."

Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly. "I can't see through it."

He demonstrated strength far exceeding that of his peers, and he always held back in every battle.

Most importantly, his commanding presence and control over the situation were unlike that of a teenager.

In the shadows of the corner, a tall figure dressed in a black cloak moved slightly.

The cloak concealed his face, but his imposing, mountain-like aura was unmistakable—it was none other than Tang Hao, who was hiding his identity.

"Xiao Gang is right." Tang Hao's deep, hoarse voice came from under his cloak. "That kid is not simple. Xiao San, we must not underestimate him."

Tang San nodded, but a hint of undisguised confidence flashed in his eyes: "Father, teacher, don't worry."

My Yama's Decree has been improved, increasing its speed by 30%, and it's a guaranteed kill.

In addition, there's the combination of silent hidden arrows, indirect attacks, and the soul-guiding device 'Soul-Suppressing Pendant' that suppresses mental power…

He gently stroked an inconspicuous gray jade pendant at his waist, a smile curving his lips:
"Tomorrow, I will let him taste the pain of mental backlash."

Dai Mubai sat on the other side, his brows furrowed.

His blond hair shone brightly under the lights, but his handsome face was shrouded in gloom.

He and Dai Chengfeng are half-brothers, but their relationship is complicated, bound by blood ties, opposing stances, and mixed with unspeakable jealousy and resentment.

"Mistress, as long as you're confident."

Dai Mubai's voice was deep, "But the women around Dai Chengfeng should not be underestimated either."

"Hu Liena's charm, Zhu Zhuqing's speed, and Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda... when they work together, they will be very difficult to deal with."

Flander adjusted his glasses, maintaining his demeanor as dean, but unable to conceal the worry in his eyes: "Mu Bai is right."

"Although you are now in a 4v4 situation and the opponent did not choose Xiao Wu, the combination of the remaining three is already quite formidable."

"Not to mention Dai Chengfeng himself..."

"Dean Flander need not worry." Tang San chuckled, his smile surprisingly stunning. "Dai Chengfeng is indeed formidable, but his biggest weakness is his overconfidence."

"He thought he was the master of everything, but he didn't know that there are always things in this world that he couldn't foresee."

Ma Hongjun sat next to Tang San, his eyes glancing at Tang San's profile every now and then. He swallowed hard, his hand under the table subtly shifting, his fingertips brushing against the back of Tang San's hand resting on his lap.

Tang San's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, but he did not pull his hand back.

Ma Hongjun was overjoyed, his chubby face beaming with smiles: "That's right, that's right! Third Brother has undergone a complete transformation! What is Dai Chengfeng anyway? Does he even deserve to be compared to Third Brother?"

As he spoke, he gently stroked Tang San's hand with his fingers.

Tang San's ears flushed slightly, and he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"Alright, that's all for tonight."

Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat. "Go back and get some rest, and recharge your energy."

Tomorrow's battle is not only about individual victory or defeat, but also about Shrek Academy's honor, and..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Tang Hao's direction: "Something more important."

Everyone stood up.

Dai Mubai left first, his back straight yet lonely.

Flander patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed before leaving the room.

Tang Hao stood up, and a deep voice came from under his cloak: "Xiao San, come with me for a moment."

Tang San nodded and followed his father to the next room.

Ma Hongjun watched Tang San leave with bated breath, scratched his head, and still caught up with Yu Xiaogang: "Master, I still have some tactical questions I'd like to ask you..."

Yu Xiaogang glanced at him, saw through his little scheme, but didn't expose him: "Come on."

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In the next room, Tang Hao removed the hood of his cloak, revealing a weathered yet still resolute face.

He carefully examined his son, his eyes filled with complex emotions—pride, worry, and a hint of unspeakable unease.

Tang San has changed so much.

Not only her appearance, but even her temperament has become... softer and more attractive.

"Father?" Tang San called softly.

Tang Hao snapped out of his reverie and asked in a deep voice, "How confident are you in tomorrow's battle?"

"Ninety percent."

Tang San said without hesitation, "Dai Chengfeng's mental strength is at most at the Soul Douluo level. I have Soul Saint level mental strength plus the Soul Suppressing Pendant, so I am invincible from the start."

"Regarding concealed weapons, I have tested the improved version of the Yama's Decree seventeen times, and each time it was successful."

"Regarding the use of poison, I have prepared three different toxins, targeting the nerves, soul power, and blood respectively. As long as he is affected by any one of them, he will undoubtedly be defeated."

Tang Hao looked at the burning fighting spirit in his son's eyes, feeling both gratified and worried.

Finally, he reached out and placed his rough, large hand on Tang San's shoulder: "Remember, win or lose, come back alive. Your mother... doesn't want anything to happen to you."

Mentioning his mother, Tang San's eyes reddened slightly, and he nodded emphatically: "I will, Father."

Meanwhile, inside Yu Xiaogang's room.

Ma Hongjun didn't ask any tactical questions at all. Instead, he rubbed his hands together and looked at Yu Xiaogang with bright eyes: "Master, do you think Third Brother is so...handsome now? Will he have a lot of suitors in the future?"

Yu Xiaogang gave him a cold glance: "Hongjun, now is not the time to think about these things."

(End of this chapter)