Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spirit Ball, Come Out, Haki Dance!

Chapter 109 Showing Off? This Time He Was Slapped in the Face

Tang San stood aside, watching the interaction between the two, his jealousy and unease growing stronger.

He could sense that his girlfriend, Meng Yiran, was gradually drifting away from him.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He knew he couldn't continue like this. He had to demonstrate his strength in the upcoming matches and win back Meng Yiran's heart.

At the same time, he also had to find a way to stop Ye Xuan from showing affection for Meng Yiran.

Qian Renxue, sitting in the main seat, kept her gaze fixed on Ye Xuan.

She became very interested in the suddenly appearing vice-captain of Blue Tyrant Academy.

Judging from his performance just now, this young man named Xuan Ye is not only powerful, but also has a calm and steady mind, which is quite different from other young soul masters.

In particular, the way he looked at the female students of Tianshui Academy was clear and firm, without the slightest bit of greed, which surprised Qian Renxue.

"An interesting little guy."

Qian Renxue's lips curled into a mysterious smile. "I wonder what surprises you'll bring me in the upcoming matches."

However, Qian Renxue never dreamed that she actually knew Xuan Ye, and that they had even slept in the same bed together.

The opening match has concluded successfully, and the following matches will be even more intense.

As night fell, the participating teams returned to their respective lodgings to rest. The Blue Tyrant Academy team was no exception.

After returning to the camp, Meng Yiran did not go to see Tang San as usual, but went straight back to her room.

She needs time to sort out her feelings.

After Ye Xuan returned to his room, Tianmeng Bingcan's cheeky voice rang out again.

"Hahaha, Tang San must be furious right now. If this continues, it won't be long before Tang San becomes a clown."

"No rush."

Ye Xuan said calmly.

"It's not the right time yet. I just hope that Tang San can stay calm and watch his girlfriend leave him."

In Tang San's room, he sat on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed, deep in thought.

He took out the blue-silver bracelet from his pocket and gently stroked it.

This was a keepsake woven from blue silver grass that he made when he and Meng Yiran confirmed their relationship.

But now, he feels that this feeling is drifting further and further away from him.

"I will never let you leave me."

Tang San muttered to himself, a determined glint in his eyes.

"Xuan Ye, you just wait!"

On the arena in the central square of Tiandou City.

Tang San of the Blue Tyrant Academy team stood in the center of the arena, his three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—not yet fully concealed, a smug smile on his face.

He had just single-handedly and utterly defeated his opponent.

That little-known small force didn't even give them much of a chance to fight back.

In order to show his strength in front of Meng Yiran.

He wielded the Blue Silver Grass with ease, using his first soul skill "Entanglement" and second soul skill "Parasitism" to bind, and his third soul skill "Spider Web Binding" and fourth soul skill "Blue Silver Cage" to seal off any escape routes.

His entire combo was fluid and seamless, and combined with his level 41 Soul Master Soul Power, he left his opponent completely helpless.

Apart from his two trump cards, hidden weapons and the Eight Spider Spears, he revealed almost all the moves he could muster.

"We won! Blue Tyrant Academy team has emerged victorious!"

The referee's voice rang out, announcing the end of the match.

A lukewarm cheer erupted from the stands; after all, the opponent was too weak, and the victory was not much of a surprise.

But Tang San didn't care. His gaze swept past the crowd and landed directly on the rest area of ​​Blue Tyrant Academy, specifically on Meng Yiran.

He could imagine that Meng Yiran must be cheering for him right now, and must be looking at him with new respect.

He jumped off the ring without hesitation and ran quickly toward the rest area, his smile growing even brighter.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others also came down, but their expressions were complicated, showing no joy of victory.

"Yiran! Did you see that? I won!"

Tang San rushed up to Meng Yiran, his tone full of pride and anticipation.

"I only used 30% of my soul power to defeat my opponent with that combo just now. How about that? Impressive, right?"

However, instead of the praise and worship he had imagined, he was met with utter silence.

Meng Yiran sat on the lounge chair, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her face full of dissatisfaction and disappointment, her eyes cold and devoid of any warmth as she looked at him.

Oscar, Jiangzhu, Jingling, and the others all lowered their heads, sighed softly, and looked at Tang San with a hint of reproach in their eyes.

Tyson (Tyrone's cousin) even turned his head away, clearly extremely dissatisfied with his actions.

"What...what's wrong with you guys?"

Tang San's smile froze, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

"We won the game, shouldn't we be happy?"

"Happy?"

Dai Mubai finally couldn't hold back and spoke, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

"Hey, Third Sister, have you forgotten what we agreed on last night? To hide our strength! Never reveal it until the crucial moment! But what did you do? Just to show off, you revealed all four of your spirit rings and used so many trump cards. Do you want us to become the target of every team?"

Tang San suddenly realized what was happening, and the scene of their discussion the night before flashed through his mind.

In order to conserve their strength in the preliminaries and avoid being targeted by strong opponents too early, everyone unanimously decided to hold back in the first match and hide their core combat power and spirit ring configuration.

But he was so focused on showing off in front of Meng Yiran that he completely forgot about this crucial rule.

"I...I didn't mean to."

Tang San's face turned pale instantly, and his tone became somewhat flustered.

"I just wanted to prove myself to Yiran, to let her know that I have the ability to protect her..."

"Prove yourself?"

Meng Yiran finally spoke, her voice as cold as snow in the dead of winter.

"Tang San, is your so-called proof just ignoring the team's agreement and only caring about showing off? We are a team, not your personal stage! Have you considered how much trouble your actions will cause us in the subsequent competitions?"

Her words were like a sharp knife piercing Tang San's heart.

Looking at the disappointment in Meng Yiran's eyes, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. He wanted to explain, but found himself speechless.

"Yiran, I was wrong, I will never do it again."

Tang San lowered his head, his tone pleading.

"Is it any use saying all this now? Your spirit ring configuration has already been exposed. Level 43 Spirit Master, yellow, yellow, purple. A level of purple is enough to alert all the strong teams."

"In future matches, they will target us specifically, making every step we take extremely difficult!"

Just then, Ye Xuan slowly walked over.

He had been standing in the corner of the rest area, calmly watching everything unfold.

"I..."

Tang San opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.