Douluo Continent: The Peerless Hunting Heavenly Lord, Huo Yuhao!

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The outer plaza of Shrek Academy was bustling with people at the end of summer.

The annual freshman registration is in full swing, with various clubs setting up booths to recruit new members.

In the most conspicuous position, the White Tiger Alliance's gilded banner fluttered in the wind. Dai Huabin sat in the main chair, his fingertips casually tapping the table. His green-gold vertical pupils swept over the queuing freshmen, his face full of arrogance.

The initial review of new students was originally the responsibility of the Martial Soul Department, but after the club reform, the authority for the initial review was delegated to the major core clubs, with the final filing handled by the Student Union. Yan Shaozhe, intending to support the White Tiger Alliance, assigned this lucrative task to Dai Huabin.

During the summer vacation, Dai Huabin's life went smoothly, and he officially became Yan Shaozhe's disciple. Yan Shaozhe personally promised that once he broke through to the Title Douluo level, he would marry Ma Xiaotao to him. Just thinking about Ma Xiaotao's tall and fiery figure and her passionate nature as a phoenix, a wicked fire ignited in Dai Huabin's heart.

What is Zhu Lu?

Without her Martial Soul Fusion Skill, she's just a decoration; she's nowhere near as important as Ma Xiaotao.

"Next." Dai Huabin lazily raised his eyes, his tone impatient.

At the front of the line, a boy with short, gray-blue hair walked in.

With an ordinary appearance and a slender build, he seemed unremarkable, but his eyes held an indescribable arrogance—this was Tang San.

"I want to enroll in Shrek Academy," he said calmly.

"Do you have a letter of recommendation?" Dai Huabin glanced at him and scoffed.

"A letter of recommendation? What's that?" Tang San frowned.

His memory was still stuck ten thousand years ago; there weren't so many rules for Shrek Academy registration.

Pay ten gold soul coins and pass the entrance exam. It's only been ten thousand years, and the rules have been changed into a mess. Each generation is worse than the last.

"No recommendation letter? Get lost!" The White Tiger Alliance member next to Dai Huabin immediately shouted, "A country bumpkin like you dares to come to Shrek? He should take a good look at himself in the mirror!"

"What did you say?!"

Tang San suddenly turned his head, a flash of azure light in his eyes, and the aura around him instantly turned cold.

Dai Huabin? He remembered him; this man was already courting death!

"What? You have a problem with that?" Dai Huabin slowly stood up, the dark gold patterns of his martial soul climbing up his neck and cheeks, his green-gold vertical pupils filled with mockery. "Here, I'm the one who calls the shots. If I say you're not qualified to register, then you're not qualified."

He is now Dean Yan's personal disciple and the leader of the White Tiger Alliance. It's incredibly satisfying for him to show off his power in front of the new students.

"I don't have a letter of recommendation," Tang San said coldly, suppressing his anger. "But I am a level 26 Great Soul Master with twin martial souls."

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion erupted around him.

A level 26 twin martial soul? This talent is absolutely top-tier among freshmen!

"Oh? Twin martial souls?" Dai Huabin raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement on his face. "Show them to me. If you dare to lie, I'll break your legs and throw you out."

Dai Huabin simply didn't believe it. These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to claim they possess twin martial souls?

Before Tang San could react, four spirit rings—two yellow and two purple—suddenly lit up beneath Dai Huabin's feet, and the overwhelming pressure of a level 43 Spirit Master swept over him!

"Fourth Soul Skill: Devouring Life in the Withered Wilderness!"

"Second Soul Skill—Serious Creation Wave!"

Centered on him, a golden drizzle suddenly fell within a radius of 100 meters, the rain carrying the faint echo of a tiger's roar, and simultaneously, a spreading golden tiger-striped magic array appeared on the ground.

The fine raindrops falling on the skin would silently devour the soul power, leaving a tingling and sluggish sensation.

At the same time, a dark golden light wave shot out from Dai Huabin's palm, with tiger-shaped light blades surging at its edges, heading straight for Tang San at an astonishing speed.

Dai Huabin wanted to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

Anyone who dares to act arrogantly on his turf will have to pay the price.

The surrounding freshmen were so frightened that they all backed away, their faces filled with terror.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He could sense the strange life force within the light waves, a strange interplay of devouring and growth.

How could a mere fourth-ring Soul Master possess a Soul Skill of this level?

Tang San instinctively wanted to activate his Asura Divine Sense to retaliate, but he forcibly suppressed the thought as soon as it arose.

No! We can't expose ourselves!

If someone dies as soon as they arrive at Shrek Academy, how can they possibly infiltrate it?

Dai Huabin, is it? I, Tang San, will remember this debt! I will repay this humiliation a hundredfold in the future!

Tang San retreated quickly, dodging the attack in a disheveled manner, but his shoulder was still grazed by the light wave, instantly tearing a gash. A strange life force drilled into his body through the wound, causing a numb and itchy sensation.

Chapter 56 Dai Huabin: Tang San, I acknowledge you, you're mine now...

"Little mouse, weren't you bragging about having twin martial souls? Come on! Show me what you've got! Hahaha!"

Dai Huabin stood in the center of the tiger-striped magic circle, laughing maniacally, his green-gold vertical pupils filled with bloodthirsty madness.

The martial soul, modified by the power of abundance, not only gave him a near-immortal physical body, but also amplified his inherent arrogance and ferocity, making him prone to provoke a bloodthirsty desire with the slightest provocation.

Tang San felt a chill run down his spine, and he mentally ranted.

No, it's only been ten thousand years in the lower realm, how come the people of Douluo Continent have become so crazy?

Although Dai Mubai was arrogant ten thousand years ago, he at least followed some rules. How come his descendants are like mad dogs?

"First Soul Skill: Growth".

Tang San gave a low shout, and a dark red light shone from his fingertips.

"Soul Skill: Entanglement!"

Countless dark blue silver grasses covered in thorns and barbs burst forth from the ground, swarming up like venomous pythons, and in the blink of an eye, they wrapped Dai Huabin up tightly, turning him into a dark red rice dumpling.

"Blue Silver Grass? The worst of the worst martial souls!" Dai Huabin's voice came from the grass vines, filled with undisguised sarcasm. "Let me guess, your second martial soul isn't the Clear Sky Hammer, is it? Hahaha!"

"Third Soul Skill—Life-Generating Vajra Transformation!"

Boom

A burst of dark golden light suddenly erupted, and a surging wave of energy swept in all directions.

The resilient Blue Silver Grass was instantly stretched and broken into pieces, withered fragments mixed with energy rushing straight towards Tang San's face.

Dai Huabin's body swelled up dramatically, his muscles bulged, and golden patterns flowed around him as he forcefully broke free of all restraints.

Tang San's footwork changed rapidly, and he unleashed the Ghost Shadow Step, his figure rushing straight up against the air wave like a ghost.

"Second Soul Skill—Parasitism!"

With a low shout, the flying fragments of Blue Silver Grass swelled and sprouted the moment they touched Dai Huabin's body, and vines grew wildly again, tightly binding his limbs.

At the same time, eight ferocious dark red spider legs burst out from Tang San's back, their sharp spear tips gleaming coldly; with a flick of his right hand, an ancient hammer covered in blood-red patterns appeared out of thin air, growing larger as it faced the wind, its heavy pressure causing the air to stagnate slightly.

"Purple Demon Eye – Purple Divine Light!"

Two condensed purple beams shot out from his eyes, piercing straight into Dai Huabin's spiritual sea.

"Great!!"

Dai Huabin's body stiffened for a moment, then he let out an even more excited roar, as if the pain would only drive him more insane.

"First Soul Skill: Devouring Life Barrier!"

A hemispherical gilded light barrier instantly rose up, its surface covered with tiger stripes, forcefully blocking the way.

Dai Huabin neither dodged nor evaded, actually intending to take the blow of the Clear Sky Hammer head-on, his eyes filled with a mocking "you can't kill me anyway" attitude. (Sometimes I'm speechless. Every Douluo Continent novel features a Tang family member with a divine skill called "catching a hammer on the head." Even if they could dodge it, they still insist on taking the hit head-on. Is it to show off their strength or just plain stupid!)

"court death!"

A red light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and the Eight Spider Lances and the Clear Sky Hammer fell simultaneously, slamming hard into the light barrier.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the light barrier rippled in layers, yet remained unbroken.

Tang San's heart sank. The strength of its defense and the vigor of its vitality were simply outrageous.

"enough."

A gentle yet authoritative voice came from outside the crowd. Yan Shaozhe walked over slowly, his brows slightly furrowed, and looked at Dai Huabin, "Huabin, withdraw your martial spirit. What kind of behavior is this at the freshman registration point?"

Dai Huabin snorted sullenly, simultaneously retracting his light barrier and martial spirit, and his green-gold vertical pupils slowly faded.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and instead of being angry, he looked at Tang San and gave a smug smile: "You're not bad, you're quite interesting. I'll remember you."

"Join my White Tiger Alliance, and I'll give you the position of vice leader."

In his view, such a genius with twin martial souls could be recruited as a henchman to deal with Huo Yuhao.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Senior Dai. Please allow me to consider it." Tang San nodded slightly, his tone calm, but inwardly he sneered.

Kill Dai Huabin? Of course he wanted to.

However, it must be admitted that this guy's martial soul aptitude is even more extraordinary than Dai Mubai's back then. At least Dai Mubai wouldn't go crazy like this when fighting.

Keep it, it might still be useful...

"Your name is Tang San?" Yan Shaozhe looked at Tang San, his brows furrowing even more.

This name belongs to Shrek's ancestor, and the name of the boy in front of him always feels strange to him, as if his ancestor's name has been offended.