Douluo Continent, I've brought the entire Dragon King.

Chapter 37 You failed because you, this piece of jade, had not yet been polished by us.

When Tang San woke up, all he could see was a blurry light. He blinked, and his vision slowly cleared.

Above us was a dilapidated wooden ceiling with several cracks running from one end to the other.

A faint smell of medicine mingled with a damp, musty odor in the air.

Tang San turned his head away. Xiao Wu sat on the edge of the bed, her hands supporting her on the edge, her head nodding as if she were asleep.

Her eyes were red, and she had two obvious dark circles under her eyes.

Tang San looked at her and felt a warmth in his heart.

Then, the memories came rushing back like a flood breaking through a dam.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply as he realized he had been defeated by someone whose spirit was also Blue Silver Grass, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

Tang San gritted his teeth, realizing he had been defeated in front of everyone, and the anger that had been suppressed in his chest suddenly surged up again.

"Tang Wulin————"

He silently repeated the name in his mind, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I will get my revenge for that humiliation sooner or later."

Tang San took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He recalled every detail of the fight in the ring.

His own Blue Silver Grass was like paper in front of the other party, crumbling at the slightest touch.

The Ghostly Steps, a movement technique he was so proud of, was completely ineffective against those thick vines.

He also had hidden blades, which he coated with poison. If the skin was even slightly scratched, the opponent would lose the ability to move.

But the hidden arrow couldn't break through Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass. How could this be? How could Blue Silver Grass be so tough?

If his hidden arrow had pierced Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass, Tang Wulin would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die. However, Tang San quickly realized that he had lost.

A ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He would remember this humiliation and transform it into motivation to move forward.

"Third Brother————"

A nasal voice came from the side.

Xiao Wu woke up at some point and was rubbing her eyes as she looked at him.

Those big eyes were red, and there were tears welling up in them.

"You're awake—"

Xiao Wu's voice was choked with emotion.

"You were unconscious for so long, it scared me to death!"

Tang San felt a little soft-hearted when he saw her worried expression.

A smile returned to his face, and he looked no different than usual.

"I'm fine."

His voice was quite gentle.

I'm sorry to have worried you.

Xiao Wu shook her head and sniffed.

"It's good that Third Brother is alright."

She reached out, wanting to help Tang San sit up, but was afraid of touching his wound, so her hand hovered in mid-air, unsure of where to put it.

Tang San smiled as he watched her movements, then slowly sat up, supporting himself on the bed frame.

A dull pain shot through his chest; Tang Wulin's punch had caused him considerable injury. If only he could find a place to train his body.

"By the way, where is Dean Flander?"

Tang San raised his head and looked at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu wiped her eyes and spoke.

"Dean Flanders said—"

"The dean said, 'Third brother, although you failed, it doesn't mean you're weak.'"

"On the contrary, reaching level 29 at your age is already the height of genius, a monster level."

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"It's just that the other side is stronger."

Tang San listened, his expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little better.

Xiao Wu continued.

"The dean also said that you failed because you haven't received proper training from the academy yet."

"Once you receive training from the academy, you will definitely become very, very strong."

"Moreover, the dean said that the other party was able to attach a thousand-year-level spirit ring to his first spirit ring, which is different from the master's theory."

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"They must have used some kind of secret technique."

"This kind of secret method is definitely harmful to the body and will not go far in the future."

"But you, Third Brother, are different. With the academy's training, you can take one step at a time, steadily and surely, and go very far."

After hearing this, Tang San let out a long breath.

After hearing Xiao Wu relay Flander's words, he felt relieved; those words were indeed very nice.

Flanders is no less impressive.

"yes----"

Tang San thought to himself.

"I've only just arrived at this academy and haven't received any training yet."

"Losing doesn't mean I'm weak; it just means the other side was lucky or used some underhanded tactics."

"After I train at the academy for a while and my strength improves—"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Next time we meet, I will make sure to repay this humiliation tenfold."

and----

Tang San thought of hidden weapons.

If we don't have enough hidden blades, then we'll make even stronger concealed weapons.

Tang Clan's hidden weapons are ever-changing and impossible to defend against.

If one hidden arrow isn't enough, then ten, a hundred.

And there's also the King of Hell's Decree.

If the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, who will keep you alive until dawn?

If we could obtain the materials for making the King of Hell's Decree —

A sinister glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

"The first one will be used on Tang Wulin."

But the thought only flashed through his mind, and he quickly suppressed the ruthlessness, putting on a gentle smile again.

He turned his head and looked at Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu, has Dean Flander mentioned any upcoming plans?"

"I want to get into training as soon as possible."

Xiao Wu nodded.

"some."

"The dean said that once you wake up, we'll assemble on the playground."

Tang San supported himself on the edge of the bed and slowly stood up.

The pain in my chest is still there, but it's bearable now.

He stretched his shoulders and took a deep breath.

"Let's go."

The two walked out of the room one after the other, crossed the overgrown path, and arrived at the playground.

Several people were already standing on the playground.

Dai Mubai stood at the front, his body wrapped in bandages, with white strips of cloth covering his arms and chest.

But he stood ramrod straight, his expression still arrogant. His sinister eyes swept over Tang San as he approached, and he nodded slightly as a greeting.

Ma Hongjun squatted down to the side, his round body curled up in a ball, with several scratches on his face and a small piece of gauze on the corner of his mouth.

He saw Tang San, grinned, and revealed a set of slightly crooked teeth.

"Yo, Tang San, you're awake too?"

Oscar stood behind the two of them, holding a sausage in his hand and munching on it.

He looked the most energetic of the group, clean and without a single injury.

Tang San's gaze swept over Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, then looked at Oscar.

His facial expression didn't change much, but he had already started to score it in his mind.

"Distorted and cracked fruit".

Although he didn't show it on his face, his disappointment was almost overflowing.

"Is this Shrek Academy, the one that only accepts monsters?"

"These people? Are they really monsters?"

Why are they all injured?

However, Tang San quickly suppressed this thought. Perhaps Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had encountered some formidable opponent, which was why they were injured.

A college that can be strongly recommended by one's own teacher can't be that bad.

Tang San quickly put his initial choice of the opposing academy out of his mind.

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