Douluo Continent: The God of Thunder Descends, Martial Soul Lei Yi

Chapter 67

"Your martial soul is really Blue Silver Grass? How old are you this year?"

"This year."

Tang San subconsciously looked at Yu Xiaogang below the stage, only to find that Yu Xiaogang was almost frozen and completely ignored him. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said.

"I'll be fourteen soon."

From childhood to adulthood, although his martial spirit was criticized by others, his soul power was always seen as genius by others.

But he never expected to encounter Lei Ming, who was even more talented than him, and the pent-up anger in his heart finally exploded at this moment.

He wanted to tell everyone that, as someone with innate full soul power, he was no worse than anyone else.

"What?!"

Shuiyue'er's eyes widened, and she blinked her bright eyes, as if she doubted her ears.

"He's right. Fourteen years old and forty-nine in the class, he's truly a promising young talent."

Lei Ming sat on Dai Mubai's back and spoke calmly, his eyes fixed on Tang San's pupils, yet he could not detect a trace of Sorenson's presence.

Regardless of whether it's Sorenson or not, Tang San must die after the Elite Tournament.

Tang Hao chased after him but was killed by him and Qian Renxue, and an irreconcilable hatred was formed between the two.

He always kept in mind the principle of "to nip the weeds in the bud."

"Level 49 at age 14, but unfortunately his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

Shui Yue'er clicked her tongue inwardly, shook her head, and said regretfully.

Shui Bing'er's eyes lit up, but she didn't say anything.

She was one of the few people who knew that Tang San had an external soul bone.

An external soul bone, and a level 49 at the age of fourteen—these two pieces of news, enough to shock the soul master world, appeared simultaneously on one person.

The people were speaking in low voices, and with the sound of electricity emanating from Lei Ming's body, what they were saying was completely inaudible below.

Flander, watching Shui Yue'er talking to Tang San from below the stage, thought that Tang San would be the third lucky winner, and he finally couldn't help but speak up.

"This is outrageous! How can a competition be like this? I protest! I protest!"

"No talking during battle!"

One of the three seats finally couldn't hold back any longer. The aura of a Contra instantly enveloped Flander, forcing him to shut his mouth.

"Rongrong, aren't you worried at all about Xiao San and the others?"

In the Shrek Academy's rest area, Oscar watched with concern as his companions were beaten one after another on stage, shaking his head and sighing. He then turned to Ning Rongrong, who was sitting in a chair swinging her legs, and asked her a question.

"Worried? What's the use of worrying? The champion of this year's Elite Soul Master Tournament has already been decided. Maybe next year, no, the year after that, Lei Ming can still participate, maybe the year after that we can still win the championship."

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at Oscar, stretched, and said...

I don't know what Yu Xiaogang was thinking, actually letting them participate when Lei Ming was participating in the Elite Competition, and even making a bold statement that he would win the championship, without considering his own worth.

She had long known how terrifying Lei Ming was; even her father and Grandpa Gu were amazed by Lei Ming's talent.

"Control-type Soul Masters are countered by all Soul Masters, including agility-type Soul Masters! Perhaps we'll have a chance once Xiao San breaks through to Soul King!"

Oscar murmured, but the hope that had been ignited in his heart was shattered by Ning Rongrong's calm voice.

"What hope? Didn't you see Lei Ming's ten-thousand-year spirit ring and golden spirit ring? Don't even mention Tang San breaking through to Spirit King, even if he breaks through to Spirit Emperor, he's still no match for Lei Ming."

Ning Rongrong helplessly shrugged; the Blue Silver Grass was still too weak.

Perhaps with a different martial soul, it could have put up a fight against Lei Ming, but the speed of the Blue Silver Grass simply couldn't keep up with Lei Ming.

Moreover, even if you catch up with them and entangle them, you will be turned to ashes by the lightning on their bodies.

It's completely useless.

"Should we force them to admit defeat?"

Looking at Tang San with pity, Shui Yue'er scratched her hair and asked Lei Ming.

"Have you vented your anger?"

Lei Ming looked at Shui Yue'er with amusement. This sister-in-law had always been the one who made a big fuss about beating people up, and now that she had finished beating them up, she was asking him questions.

"I don't think I have any reason to beat up the others!"

Shui Yue'er stuck out her tongue, then jumped over to Shui Bing'er with a grin and took her arm.

They didn't hit hard; it just looked serious on the surface. They didn't injure any internal organs. These kind-hearted girls didn't intend to kill.

Without Lei Ming's permission, Jiang Zhu, the only support-type Soul Master from Shrek Academy, didn't even dare to use her Soul Skill to heal Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai.

Clutching her healing scepter in bewilderment, she had no idea why she and her group were completely helpless against one person.

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What happened to the team of geniuses? What happened to the championship?

"This kid is getting more and more terrifying."

Meng Shenji chuckled and began to comment on the battle on the stage.

Lei Ming brought him one surprise after another, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Heaven Dou Empire should win this year's Elite Soul Master Competition.

Unfortunately, Lei Ming was not a student of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Thinking of the news that leaked out more than a decade ago after Lei Ming awakened his martial soul, Meng Shenji shook his head helplessly.

He knew that there was no such thing as a martial soul with innate full soul power that couldn't absorb soul rings. It must have been Shui Ningbing who spread the news, just to keep Lei Ming at Tianshui Academy, which only admitted female students.

"We concede defeat."

Finally, with no other choice, Tang San, with Lei Ming's permission, raised his hand in surrender once again.

The moment I said I was conceding defeat, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my heart.

Finally, he no longer had to be like meat on a chopping board, picked over by the Tianshui team members and sent one by one to be beaten up in the crowd.

Not only him, but everyone else in the Shrek Academy also breathed a sigh of relief.

Apart from Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai, none of the other people in this battle suffered serious injuries, or even any injuries at all.

Aside from some soul power consumption, this battle was like a fight specifically started to beat up Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai.

No one revealed their trump cards. Only Lei Ming's figure on the stage transformed into streaks of golden lightning, stopping the Shrek team and sending Ma Hongjun to the Tianshui team to get beaten up.

Next up is Dai Mubai.

As he stepped off the stage, Ma Hongjun groaned softly, clutching his head which had been swollen like a pig's head, and was slowly helped off by Huang Yuan.

Whether Dai Mubai was truly unconscious or feigning unconsciousness was unclear, as he was carried off the stage by Tailong.

"I remember he was still moving when he was thrown out. Did you knock him out by sitting on his butt?"

Shui Yue'er looked at Dai Mubai, who was lying motionless on Tailong, and asked Lei Ming curiously.

Dai Mubai's lips twitched hidden in the shadows. The anger and shame inside him were almost suffocating him, but he couldn't show it while pretending to be unconscious. He could only force himself to suppress it and pretend that he hadn't heard anything.

Being used as a bench was the first time in his life he had ever experienced such humiliation.

(End of this chapter)