In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 352 The Battle on the Verge

Without a doubt, Xiao Zhao was behind Tang San's second spirit ring and the mutation of his Blue Silver Grass spirit. As for his purpose, it goes without saying that it was the same as when he intercepted Tang San's Golden Dragon Beard Needle today.

So it seems that Xiao Zhao is the one who truly cares about our three girls, always putting in a lot of effort for their "growth".

tsk tsk~

At this moment, Tang San stepped forward and said to Dai Mubai what should have been Xiao Wu's words: "Not good at all, get lost."

"Um?"

Dai Mubai's gaze then fell on Tang San, and looking at Tang San's appearance, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Very well, it's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like that, and he's an ugly bastard at that... All three of you have soul power fluctuations, so you must all be Soul Masters. Well then, come at me all at once. If you can beat me, I'll leave immediately; otherwise, please demonstrate the word 'get lost.'"

As soon as Dai Mubai finished speaking, the twin women on either side of him obediently released their hands from his and stepped aside.

Tang San's face darkened slightly, and he clenched his fists even tighter, thinking that he would definitely teach Dai Mubai a profound and unforgettable lesson today.

Just then, the waiter from before came out from behind with a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man said anxiously, "Let's talk this out, let's talk this out, please don't resort to violence."

Dai Mubai glanced at him sideways. "Manager Wang, you guys are getting better and better at doing business these days."

Manager Wang wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a forced smile, "Young Master Dai, please don't say that. It's all my fault. This kid only arrived yesterday and doesn't know the rules. I'm so sorry, so sorry. I'll arrange a room for you right away..."

As Manager Wang was about to turn to look at Xiao Wu and the other two, Huo Yuhao stepped forward and asked first, "Excuse me, how many rooms are left in this hotel?"

Manager Wang paused upon hearing this, then looked at the young waiter, who looked embarrassed.

"Actually, there are still quite a few rooms available, manager. I was thinking..."

Seeing the waiter stammering, Manager Wang and the others present quickly understood everything, and Manager Wang's face darkened.

Damn! They're just making trouble out of nothing. Why not just check guests in as usual? Why try to be clever...?

Manager Wang was filled with resentment, thinking that he would definitely fire this waiter after this incident, but he still smiled apologetically at everyone:

"Oh, in that case, everyone is at peace now. I'll arrange rooms for you all right away."

"snort!"

At this moment, Dai Mubai snorted coldly again.

"You think you can just let this go after insulting me? Not so easy. Today, one of the three of you must leave the Rose Hotel!"

"Young Master Dai, Young Master Dai, you..." Manager Wang said urgently, his face full of pleading.

A sharp glint flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes. "Enough nonsense. I'll cover all the losses."

"..."

Manager Wang opened his mouth, but had no choice but to lead the waiter to the side.

Meanwhile, among the trio, Tang San stepped forward without hesitation, declaring that he would go on stage alone. Huo Yuhao remained silent, while Xiao Wu hesitated for a moment before letting Tang San have his way.

Tang San quickly stepped forward and confronted Dai Mubai.

"I told you, you can all come at me together."

Dai Mubai looked at Tang San's dignified appearance with a hint of disdain.

"...Enough talk, let's get started."

Tang San's face darkened completely, and he subtly covered his bracelet-shaped soul tool with his palm.

Just then, Wang Zhao, who was watching this scene with great interest not far away, suddenly heard a kitten's voice beside him: "Why do they seem unable to see us? Also, Brother Li Ming, did you deliberately bring me here to see this scene...?"

Wang Zhao paused, then turned around and met Zhu Zhuqing's gaze. Her eyes were incredibly complex, most notably revealing a look of confusion that evoked pity in one's heart.

"With my strength, blocking the senses of several Soul Masters and Grand Soul Masters would be a piece of cake. As for deliberately bringing you in, do you think I've ever met or know that 'Young Master Dai'?"

Zhu Zhuqing thought about it and agreed, then fell silent again.

In the center of the hotel lobby, Tang San and Dai Mubai were already fighting. After a brief exchange of blows, with neither gaining the upper hand, Dai Mubai was about to unleash his martial spirit to fight.

"White Tiger, Possess!" A strong, pale white light suddenly erupted from his body. Dai Mubai stretched his arms to the sides, puffed out his chest, and his bones cracked and popped. His muscles suddenly swelled, straining against his clothes. Every muscle became extremely visible under his clothes, and even the air around him seemed to become turbulent.

His once-golden hair instantly turned into a mix of black and white, with white making up the majority and a few strands of black hair standing out prominently. Four faint lines appeared on his forehead, three horizontal and one vertical, forming the Chinese character for "king".

His hands underwent the most dramatic change, more than doubling in size. White fur covered his entire palms, and with each flick of his fingers, short, dagger-like claws extended and retracted from his hands. Each claw was like a blade, a full eight inches long, gleaming with a sinister, cold light.

Finally, three spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, two yellow and one purple, revealing his power as a Soul Venerable.

At this moment, whether it was a misperception or not, Huo Yuhao, who was standing not far behind Tang San with Xiao Wu and observing his nominal ancestor Dai Mubai, suddenly saw Dai Mubai's single eye with double pupils faintly gleaming.

So what exactly is it...?

"Aren't you going to activate your Martial Soul?"

In the center of the hall, Dai Mubai looked at Tang San, who hadn't activated his own martial soul like him, but instead was pulling out a bunch of strange, seemingly metal things from his storage soul tool and holding them in his hands. He couldn't help but frown and ask.

"Who says you have to rely on your martial spirit to fight?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San slowly curled the corners of his mouth, his smile filled with unparalleled confidence.

"Besides, I'm just a Great Soul Master, while you're already a Three-Ring Soul Grandmaster. I shouldn't have any problem using some external aids, right?"

Over the years, Tang San did not go to the blacksmith shop in Notting City to work and earn money from time to time as in the original story. Instead, he devoted all his thoughts and energy to cultivation in order to cope with future uncertainties.

Originally, Tang San thought that he should at least reach the Quasi-Soul Master realm before graduating from Notting Academy and coming to Shrek Academy in Soto City. However, for some reason, his overall soul power cultivation speed was slower than in his previous life, and by more than a little bit...

Ultimately, Tang San stumbled and fell, and so far he has only barely reached the progress level of the original work, level 29.

(End of this chapter)