Douluo Continent: Changing just one word ruined the entire character's persona.

Chapter 65 A Shocking Move: Tang San Soars Through the Air, Accelerating with Nitrogen!

Ye Lin trained the Shrek Academy students, including Tang San, while Tang San himself quietly cultivated.

In the evening, they went together to the Soto Arena for a spirit battle.

It seems that whether there's a master or not makes no difference; everything is just as normal.

"Three kneelings,"

On the way to Soto City, Ma Hongjun suddenly asked Tang San,

"By the way, where did your godfather go?"

"I haven't seen him all day."

No one at Shrek Academy knew where Yu Xiaogang had gone. At this moment, he was riding in a carriage and heading quickly toward a certain place. The round trip alone would take several days.

Hearing that he was being told to kneel three times again, Tang San's face turned somewhat ugly, but he didn't retaliate, mainly because he couldn't win the fight.

"I don't know either. My godfather said he'd be gone for a few days and would be back soon. He said I'd be level 30 by the time he got back."

"Oh?" Several people were somewhat puzzled.

"So accurate? You'll be level 30 by the time he gets back?"

"Congratulations on your three kneelings," Ma Hongjun said with a smile.

"Since you're already over level 29, defeating me should be a piece of cake, right? I'll come find you for a duel after the Soul Battle ends and we go back."

Tang San was about to refuse when Ma Hongjun stopped him again.

"You can't refuse. Your soul power has increased; this is a good opportunity to test it."

"You're not going to tell me you're still at level 27, are you?"

He quickly waved his hand, following Yu Xiaogang's instructions.

"I'll be level 30 soon, let's have a spar tonight."

Ma Hongjun then revealed a satisfied smile.

I failed to beat Tang San last time, so this time I have to beat him up to vent my anger. This high-intensity training every day is really taking its toll.

Even the evil fire within him has been trained away.

"The market is open! The market is open!"

"I've placed my bet! I've placed my bet!"

The nine of them had just arrived at the entrance of the Soto Grand Arena when they heard a loud shout.

"Boss, what's the bet?"

Flander's shrewd business sense led him to ask a question out of curiosity.

The person in charge was a man in black robes whose appearance was obscured, but judging from his voice, he was a middle-aged man.

"Of course, I'm betting on whether Splatoon's Thousand Hands Silver Grass will be shot into some kind of unidentified object tonight."

"The odds for Thousand Hands Silver Grass to be drawn are 0.5 to 1, but the odds for Thousand Hands Silver Grass to be drawn are not 2 to 1."

He explained in a low voice,

"Huh? Could this be Gintoki from Splatoon?!"

"I've heard so much about you!"

Tang San's face turned green instantly beneath the cloth mask.

Who exactly started this infamous Splatoon?

"They're gone, they're gone."

Flander glanced at it; this kind of gambling wasn't a sure thing, and there was a possibility of losing money.

I won't do it.

Who knows if Tang San will make a sudden appearance tonight?

Even Tang San himself might not know.

Tang San gave a meaningful look, then quickly followed the others and left.

After everyone had signed up, Tang San said he was going to the restroom and left the group.

He went to the restroom, quickly changed his clothes, took off his mask, and walked towards the stall where he had placed his bets.

He immediately slapped all ten gold soul coins in his hand onto the surface.

"I bet Thousand Hands Silver Grass won't be attacked by unidentified objects tonight!"

"good,"

The man in black robes agreed, quickly put away the ten gold soul coins, and then swiftly pulled out a black wooden piece from under his sleeve. It was engraved with the words: "Ten gold soul coins, no."

The man in black robes spoke again, "Once the results of the Thousand Hands Silver Grass battle are out, if you bet correctly, you can come to me to exchange your winnings."

Tang San carefully put the wooden piece into his small storage soul tool, and then quickly returned to the Soto Great Soul Arena.

He will definitely win today.

Does he not know whether he might jump?

How could it possibly jump?

Once or twice, but there will absolutely be no third time!

After changing back into his original attire, Tang San quickly went on stage to fight.

The atmosphere in the arena instantly became incredibly enthusiastic!

The entire arena was chanting the name of the Splatoon.

……

Tang San was struck in the abdomen by the long sword, and was sent flying.

"Change 'fly' to 'dart'!"

Tang San was struck in the abdomen by the long sword, and was sent flying backward.

On the fighting stage, the opponent's spirit sword struck Tang San's abdomen with a crack.

He instantly felt his stomach rumble.

Tang San's eyes widened in disbelief. "No way!"

next moment,

A powerful stream of yellow energy erupted from behind him.

His body shot forward at an incredible speed after leaving the ground.

"Wow!"

"As expected of the Splatoon!"

"They can actually fly using jet streams!"

"Splatoon is awesome!"

……

The audience shouted loudly; they had never seen anything like it before.

This is the first time that a Soul Master who has no ability to fly has taken flight using his own abilities!

Four words popped into Ye Lin's mind.

Nitrogen gas accelerates,

Tang San is amazing!

This is absolutely unmatched!

However, it seems that Tang San's control over his abilities isn't very good.

They flew a bit too far.

He didn't use up his nitrogen until he fell off the fighting platform, crashing heavily to the ground, completely disoriented.

[Ding, plot modification complete. Tang San was sent flying and lost the match. Reward: 500 points.]

Ye Lin was somewhat surprised. Usually, she would only receive ten points, so why did she receive five hundred points this time?

Could it be that I accidentally changed something I didn't know about?

However, the increased rewards made her very happy; she certainly wouldn't complain about having more points.

The host went back on stage and found a clean spot that wasn't stained with yellow.

"Senju Gin-Ku made a few minor mistakes in his performance today, but he still achieved the remarkable feat of enabling non-flying Soul Masters to fly, which is equally astonishing."

"We hope that Senju Ginko will bring us even greater surprises next time."

"Congratulations to Yang Dao for winning this Soul Battle!"

……

Tang San shook his head to clear his mind.

How did I end up flying off the Soul Arena?

He clearly felt he was about to win, the blue silver vines were about to entangle his opponent, so how did he suddenly fly away?

And it even flew out!

Tang San struggled to his feet and walked towards the waiting area. Seeing Tang San's filthy appearance, Flander quickly led his men to another spot.

I don't know him at all, I have no idea who Tang San is.

Tang San couldn't find anyone else for the time being, and this time Yu Xiaogang wasn't waiting for him either.

He could only silently go to the toilet and clean the grime off himself.

Fortunately, she wasn't stabbed this time, and her chrysanthemum wound didn't worsen.

Although going to the toilet is still painful, it's much, much better than before.

It should be completely healed in a few days.