Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who intercepted the immortal herb

Chapter 63 The Holy Son's Bet, Crushed Pride

"test?"

Hearing those two words was like seeing a glimmer of light in an endless abyss.

At the entrance, the Shrek Academy students, especially Flander and Yu Xiaogang, instantly revealed a look of wild joy at surviving a disaster.

Have the opportunity!

still have a chance!

Flander almost instinctively pushed Tang San, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Mistress! Hurry! Say yes! This is our only chance!"

Yu Xiaogang, having recovered from the humiliation and shock, looked at Su Chen, forcing what he thought was a gentle smile, and said urgently, "Xiao San, His Highness the Holy Son is willing to give you a chance; this is your honor! You must perform well!"

In their view, this was undoubtedly Su Chen valuing talent.

After all, Tang San possesses twin martial souls! A peerless genius, one in ten thousand years!

No force could possibly refuse such talent!

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the surging hatred and humiliation in his heart.

The teacher is right.

As long as I can stay and obtain the resources of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, I will repay the humiliation I suffered today a hundredfold in the future!

He raised his head, meeting Su Chen's mocking gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, please speak, what is the test?"

Su Chen smiled.

That smile, bright and gentle, sent a chill down Tang San's spine.

He strolled leisurely back to his seat, sat down again, crossed his legs, and adopted an extremely lazy posture.

"The test is simple."

"Let's fight."

Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried to every corner of the hall.

"If you can withstand three moves from me..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yu Xiaogang and Flander, before offering an enticing deal that made their hearts race.

"I will not only allow all members of Shrek Academy to join the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and enjoy the benefits of core students."

"He even personally pleaded with His Holiness the Pope to pardon your teacher, Yu Xiaogang, for plagiarizing the theories of the Spirit Hall."

boom!

This condition made Flander and Yu Xiaogang hold their breath!

Join the Academy!

It also absolves them of the crime of plagiarism!

This is—this is simply a gift from heaven!

Yu Xiaogang was so excited that he trembled all over. He looked at Tang San with his eyes filled with unprecedented expectation.

Three strokes!

It's only three moves!

With Tang San's strength, mental fortitude, and the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques, he might not lose even if it took him thirty moves, let alone three!

A flame of hope was rekindled in Tang San's eyes.

He almost blurted out his agreement.

however.

Su Chen's next words, however, were like the coldest ice in the underworld, instantly freezing all his hopes into dust.

Su Chen's tone suddenly turned cold, a coldness devoid of any emotion, like a pronouncement of judgment.

"But, if you lose—"

Tang San's heart tightened suddenly.

Su Chen's gaze swept across his face like a blade, each word striking his soul like a heavy hammer.

"You have to do it in front of everyone."

"He abandoned his Blue Silver Grass martial soul."

"After all, a 'useless' martial spirit is not worthy of coexisting with your imposing hammer."

What?!

He destroyed his own martial spirit?!

These four words were like a bolt from the blue, plunging the entire hall into deathly silence once again!

All eyes were focused on Tang San.

Those eyes were filled with sympathy, pity, and schadenfreude.

Too bad!

This bet is absolutely vicious!

If we win, we'll rise to the top in one fell swoop.

Losing is like destroying your foundation and becoming a useless person!

The color drained from Yu Xiaogang and Flander's faces in that instant, leaving them deathly pale.

They finally understood.

This is not a test at all!

This is humiliation! It's a complete and utter trap of despair, tailor-made for Tang San!

Answer or not?

Then, if they lose, Tang San will be crippled.

Refuse to accept? If they don't accept now, they won't even have the right to leave this hall!

Under the gaze of hundreds of people, Tang San's body trembled violently with humiliation and anger.

He felt like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

There's no way to retreat!

There's no way to avoid it!

An overwhelming hatred, like a volcano, accumulated in his chest, almost burning away his reason!

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Su Chen, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I!"

"and!"

"you!"

"bet!"

A roar echoed throughout the hall.

Su Chen's smile grew even brighter.

He didn't even get up.

He remained languidly leaning back in his chair, and beckoned dismissively to Tang San, who appeared to be insane.

"very good."

"Begin your performance."

"Aaaaaah!"

Tang San unleashed his full power!

He stomped his foot hard, unleashing the Ghostly Shadow Movement Technique to its fullest extent!

His entire body transformed into a blurry cyan phantom, leaving a series of afterimages in the same spot, and from a tricky angle, he rushed straight for Su Chen's flank!

At the same time, a deep purple light burst forth from his eyes!

Purple Demon Eye!

He needed to see through all of Su Chen's movements and predict his next move!

Faced with this swift and ghostly attack.

Su Chen didn't even turn his head.

I didn't even look at it.

He simply raised his right hand casually, as if shooing away an annoying fly, and waved it lightly in the direction of the phantom.

No soul skills.

There was no light.

A mere, visible surge of immense soul power formed a transparent energy beam that swept outwards!

boom!

A dull, loud bang.

The cyan phantom, which had rushed halfway, seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, instantly revealing its true form.

It was Tang San!

The moment the look of horror appeared on his face, he was sent flying backward!

"puff!"

In mid-air, a mouthful of blood gushed out, drawing a tragic blood trail in the air.

boom!

Tang San's body crashed heavily into a huge golden dragon pillar at the back of the main hall, and then slid to the ground like a broken sack.

one move!

Just one move!

Tang San is defeated!

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned speechless by this scene that seemed to defy dimensionality.

"Cough cough————"

Tang San struggled to get up from the ground. He felt as if his internal organs were out of place, and a metallic taste filled his throat.

But the hatred in his eyes grew even stronger!

"It's not over yet!"

He roared and slammed his hands onto the ground!

"Blue Silver Grass! Entangle!"

hum!

Dozens of thick, arm-like blue silver grass vines burst forth from the ground!

These vines are no longer ordinary blue; their surfaces are covered with a faint black halo, making them as tough as steel!

This is Blue Silver Grass imbued with the power of the Clear Sky Hammer!

Dozens of vines, like black venomous pythons, blocked all of Su Chen's escape routes from all directions, frantically coiling around him!

however.

Su Chen's face remained calm and composed.

He didn't even make the gesture of summoning his martial spirit.

It was just a fleeting thought.

The God-Slaying Demon Spear!

Faced with the overwhelming black vines.

Su Chen simply pointed the tip of his spear forward and swept it lightly.

There is no process.

Only results matter.

laugh!

Those dozens of tough, steel-like vines, strong enough to strangle a Soul Sect member, instantly vanished upon contact with that wisp of scarlet demonic energy.

Just like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

Silently and imperceptibly, it melted away inch by inch, turning into ashes scattered across the sky!

The second move!

break!

"No-!"

Tang San let out a desperate roar.

Movement technique broken! Control broken!

All his pride seemed so ridiculous and so vulnerable in front of the other party!

He lost.

But he was not willing to give up!

In a flash, a final glint of madness appeared in Tang San's eyes!

He still has a trump card up his sleeve!

He also possesses Tang Clan hidden weapons!

Taking advantage of the moment when the vines turned to ashes and obscured everyone's view, his hand had already reached for the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist!

However, he was quick.

Su Chen was faster than him.

Or rather, Su Chen had already lost his patience.

"The game is over."

He uttered a few words in a low voice.

The God-Slaying Demon Spear in his hand disappeared, replaced by another holy sword of judgment, its entire body gleaming gold and radiating an aura of supreme holiness!

Su Chen raised the holy sword high and uttered four cold syllables.

"Heaven's Judgment!"

Boom!

The dome of the main hall seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible force!

A massive, golden beam of light, imbued with an aura of judgment and destruction, descended from the sky!

With pinpoint accuracy, Tang San, who had just pulled out several hidden weapons and was preparing for a final desperate attempt, was firmly pinned to the ground!

boom!

The beam of light descended, causing the entire hall to tremble!

Tang San was suppressed by that incomparable power, his bones groaning under the strain, and he couldn't even move a finger.

The few "King Yama's Decree" and "Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Tokens" that he had just taken out of his hand slipped weakly from his fingers and scattered on the ground with a clattering sound.

The third move.

End.

Su Chen slowly got up and walked over to Tang San, who was suppressed by the golden pillar of light and unable to move.

He looked down at his nemesis, whose face was filled with despair and resentment, his voice flat.

"The three moves are over."

You lost.

He smiled contemptuously, looking at Tang San's miserable appearance.

"Fulfill your bet."

"Oh, I forgot, you can't move right now. What a pity—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Chen snapped his fingers.

The golden pillar of light that had been suppressing Tang San vanished instantly.

"puff!"

The moment the pressure disappeared, Tang San spat out another mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground like a limp rag doll, his whole body wracked with pain. He struggled to stand up, but failed time and time again.

Su Chen looked at him and said leisurely in a voice that could be clearly heard throughout the room, "What?"

"You don't even have the courage to destroy your own martial spirit?"

"We lost, but we dare not admit it."

"Tang San, you are not only weak, but also pathetic."

boom!

This final, piercing statement struck Tang San's soul like an invisible hammer.

It completely shattered his pitiful, last shred of dignity!

"Ah!" Tang San let out a beast-like wail, and tears of blood streamed down his face.

Su Chen admired his desperate look and was about to give the order to drive the Shrek gang of stray dogs out completely.

Just then.

Outside the hall, a loud and urgent announcement suddenly broke the extremely oppressive atmosphere inside.

"Report!"

"Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and His Majesty the Sword-Wielding Douluo!"

"We have come to pay our respects to His Highness the Holy Son!"