Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Du Weiren caught a glimpse of Beibei standing in the crowd from afar, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. How come this child has the leisure to watch the excitement here?
But when he saw Tang Ya holding Tang San, his eyes darkened slightly, as if he had caught some crucial information.

“Young people are just young people,” Du Weiren murmured, a hint of helpless amusement in his eyes.

Although he didn't understand the reason, he chose to respect it and didn't intend to call Bei Bei out. Instead, he turned his gaze to the boy on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Tang San, are you going to admit defeat?"

"Director Du, the Tang Clan cannot admit defeat. Tang San has not lost!"

Before Tang San could speak, Tang Ya jumped out excitedly, her voice almost a roar, as if trying to prove the dignity of the Tang Clan with her volume: "We, the Tang Clan, will never easily admit defeat!"

Du Weiren opened his mouth, but in the end he only sighed silently, his expression freezing into a complex look.

He suppressed his irritation and turned his gaze to Ma Jiaqi beside him.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Du Weiren's eyes were filled with surprise and shock.

He thought that his martial soul and soul power were mediocre, but he was able to slap Tang San, a disciple of the Tang Clan, in public.

Could it be that he had really misjudged the situation? This thought kept swirling in his mind.

"Tang San, do you want to continue?" Du Weilun snapped out of his thoughts, his gaze returning to Tang San, his tone tinged with concern.

"I didn't lose, teacher."

Tang San gritted his teeth and stood up, staring intently at the arrogant Ma Jiaqi, his eyes surging with murderous intent. At this moment, the anger in his heart was completely ignited.

"Well done, Xiao San!" Tang Ya exclaimed excitedly, seeing that Tang San was unwilling to admit defeat.

However, Tang San seemed not to hear her and did not respond to Tang Ya.

A blue light flashed in his left hand, and Blue Silver Grass instantly sprouted from the ground. His right hand had somehow already grasped a gleaming hidden weapon.

An even fiercer contest is about to begin.

Ma Jiaqi showed no weakness and instantly released her first soul skill, rushing towards Tang San like lightning. Her speed perfectly matched the characteristics of her martial soul.

Tang San lightly touched the ground with his toes and used the Ghost Shadow Steps to nimbly dodge Ma Jiaqi's attack.

Immediately afterwards, the Blue Silver Grass shot out like a nimble snake, instantly entangling its opponent.

At the same time, the hidden weapons in his other hand shot out through the air. These hidden weapons were all coated with deadly poison, and ordinary soul masters would have no chance of survival if they were hit.

After being entangled by Blue Silver Grass and launching hidden weapons, Tang San's body shone brightly, and his second spirit ring suddenly appeared.

That deep purple millennium soul ring, like a mysterious nebula in the night sky, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they had never seen such a spectacle before.

"Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and its second spirit ring is actually a thousand-year spirit ring? How is this possible!" Exclamations came from the crowd.

"It should be true. What kind of soul skill can disguise a soul ring?" someone whispered in agreement.

"It's a pity it's the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. If it weren't for the Blue Silver Emperor, it would be difficult to achieve great things." His tone was full of regret.

"That's right. Tang San's ancestor was the Blue Silver Emperor, but those Tang Clan disciples insisted on saying that they had the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."

"Perhaps it's his pride that's getting in the way!"

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Amidst the murmurs and whispers, Tang Ya, standing to the side, clenched her fists so tightly her nails almost dug into her palms. She silently vowed in her heart: One day, she would show everyone that the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul could surpass the Blue Silver Emperor!
Looking at the thousand-year soul ring released by Tang San, Du Weilun already knew the outcome of this competition.

He secretly channeled his inner energy, ready to intervene and save Ma Jiaqi from danger at any moment.

However, the gears of fate always seem to turn at crucial moments, and what happens next will completely overturn everyone's expectations.
But Ma Jiaqi was no longer an ordinary soul master. These hidden weapons were like slowly falling withered leaves in his eyes. He moved nimbly and easily dodged them like a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly gathered his strength and kicked out, landing a solid kick on Tang San's stomach.

"Pfft." Tang San was stunned and before he could react, he was kicked away by Ma Jiaqi.

Everyone present, including Du Weiren, was stunned. The scene fell into a deathly silence, and the atmosphere was indescribably eerie.

Looking at the two spirit rings radiating dazzling light at Tang San's feet, they could hardly believe that he had been beaten into such a state by a single slap and kick from Ma Jiaqi, a quasi-Great Spirit Master.

"Is your strength as a Great Soul Master a bit exaggerated? And that second-thousand-year soul ring of yours, is it fake?"

Among the crowd, only Beibei's mood was completely different from everyone else's.

Seeing Tang San's disheveled appearance, a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes, and he prayed frantically in his heart: "Ma Jiaqi, you must defeat Tang San!"

"Impossible! How is this possible! Your reaction speed is far beyond what a quasi-Great Soul Master could possess!"

Tang San clutched his stomach, which was throbbing with intense pain, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

He simply couldn't understand why Ma Jiaqi could see through his Ghostly Shadow Steps.

If the opponent dodges the first or second time, he could blame it on his underestimation of the opponent or the opponent's good luck. But this third time, he launched an attack with full concentration and without reservation, and the opponent not only easily dodged it but also returned the kick.

"Tang Clan disciples? They're nothing more than products discarded by the times."

Ma Jiaqi looked down at Tang San, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

The onlookers murmured in agreement, their expressions shifting from initial amazement to disdain.

Their reverence for Shrek Academy crumbled instantly. It turned out that even this top academy in the world of soul masters would open doors for people through connections.

Du Weilen keenly sensed the subtle change in the atmosphere, and his brows furrowed.

He quickly racked his brains for a solution. Although he could come up with a solution immediately, the presence of Shrek Academy's "crown prince" Bei Bei made him hesitant and unable to make a decision.

After careful consideration, he decided to urgently request assistance from Dean Yan Shaozhe.

Yan Shaozhe fell silent after receiving the message.
In the realm of gods, the Sea God Tang San was already furious.

"Useless! Utterly useless!" he roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You were granted innate level 20 soul power, and this is the result you've given me?"

"Your clone is a blasphemy against the name of Tang San!"

Instead of witnessing a spectacular scene, Tang San, the Sea God, only saw his clone being slapped and kicked, which was undoubtedly a blatant trampling on his reputation as the Sea God!
At that moment, a thought flashed through his mind: why not simply destroy this clone and create a new one?

However, considering that the God of Destruction had been monitoring him more closely lately, he had no choice but to give up, forcibly suppress his anger, and continue to watch how things developed.

The frustration he felt was indescribable, like being forced to swallow something unpalatable; even though he was full of resistance, he could only force himself to continue.

(End of this chapter)