Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

That's not how you say it.

Wang Sheng's expression turned serious, and he said, "The money earned in the Soul Arena is not a long-term solution."

“I asked the staff there privately, and they said that for newcomers like us, the arena often arranges weaker opponents to attract more people, so that we can win a few matches.”

"However, once we have too many consecutive wins, the Soul Arena will deliberately arrange powerful Soul Masters to block us in order to balance the win rate or to improve the odds of off-site betting."

"Don't be fooled by our current winning streak; it might not be easy for us to win money as easily as we are now in the future."

Wang Teng listened and nodded thoughtfully.

The moonlight shone on his face, revealing a hint of bewilderment.

"I didn't realize you thought this far ahead, brother..."

"When you're out and about, you always have to think ahead."

Wang Sheng sighed, his voice ringing out clearly in the quiet courtyard.

"We have a long way to go in Soto, and our foundation is still shallow, so we must be careful with our money."

"Buying medicine from Nottingham City is a bit of a trek, but it saves a lot of money. Saving this money will be good for buying equipment or dealing with emergencies in the future."

Wang Teng was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and agreed, "You're right. So... Brother, when are you leaving?"

"I'll leave first thing tomorrow morning, and come back early so you won't have to worry about me here alone."

Wang Sheng said.

"it is good."

Wang Teng agreed.

After a while, Wang Teng suddenly remembered something and instructed, "Brother, when you go back and see Father, don't forget to give him my regards."

"And when you go back this time, you should bring something for your father, like some nourishing food or a new piece of clothing."

"By the way, Father's bow has been used for many years. Before you go back, you might as well go to the blacksmith's shop in the city and see if there is a new bow that is suitable for him."

Hearing his younger brother's words of advice, Wang Sheng's face also showed a gentle smile.

Wang Sheng stood up, patted Wang Teng on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, I've remembered everything."

"It's getting late, you should get some rest too, you still have to cultivate tomorrow."

After saying that, Wang Sheng picked up the wooden basin, poured the remaining water into the drainage ditch, watched the water gurgle and disappear into the darkness, and then turned around and went back into the house.

Wang Teng was the only one left in the courtyard.

The night breeze was a bit cooler than before, causing the clothes hanging out to sway slightly and cast swaying shadows on the ground.

Wang Teng tilted his head back and took a deep breath of the autumnal air.

I still need to continue practicing.

He thought to himself silently.

Compared to an opponent like Ma Hongjun, the gap between himself and others remains clear.

At the same age, the gap of five levels of soul power cannot be completely bridged by skill alone.

Behind every victory lies an all-out effort and a willingness to fight against all odds.

The feeling of being chased was like a thin rope, subtly tightening around his heart, urging Wang Teng not to relax for even a moment.

It was already late at night.

A gust of cold wind swept by, and Wang Teng involuntarily shivered.

Wang Teng tightened his collar, then looked away, taking one last look at the quiet courtyard and the sparse stars in the sky.

Then, under the cool moonlight, Wang Teng turned and slowly walked towards his room.

The wooden door creaked softly as it closed, and the courtyard returned to tranquility, with only the night breeze occasionally passing through, as if whispering something.

The next morning, Wang Teng accompanied his older brother Wang Sheng on a tour of Soto City.

The two visited several blacksmith shops in the city, carefully selecting and comparing them, and finally chose a longbow with solid materials and a well-proportioned bow.

Wang Sheng carefully wrapped the bow, slung it over his shoulder, and smiled honestly: "This is just right for Father."

After saying that, the two went to the tailor shop and bought their father a ready-made suit.

After that, Wang Shengcai left Soto City and headed towards Tiger King Village.

Wang Teng escorted his elder brother to the main road outside the city gate, watching his figure, carrying his bag, gradually walk away along the dirt road until it disappeared into the morning mist and the shadows of the trees.

Then, Wang Teng turned around and walked in another direction.

Today is the day I've arranged to compete with Ma Hongjun.

He calculated the time and unconsciously quickened his pace.

Once out of the city, I walked onto a familiar country lane.

About fifteen minutes later, the familiar village came into Wang Teng's view.

Chapter 69 Shrek's Enrollment Day

Wang Teng arrived at the entrance of Shrek Academy.

The scene at the village entrance today made him stop in his tracks.

A small queue had formed beside the simple wooden gate of Shrek Academy.

Five or six children, each accompanied by their parents, were waiting for their check-ups.

"Is this... Shrek Academy recruiting students?"

Wang Teng muttered to himself as he quickly walked over.

At the very front of the line was an old wooden table, behind which sat an elderly man with white hair and beard.

The old man was Li Yusong, a teacher at the academy.

Wang Teng quickly walked through the line and came to Li Yusong's side.

At that moment, Teacher Li was holding a boy's wrist, intently sensing something, without even raising her head.

"Teacher Li," Wang Teng asked softly, "is today the college's registration day?"

"Yes."

Li Yusong released his grip, shook his head at the boy, and then turned to Wang Teng, saying, "Shrek doesn't have a fixed enrollment season. You can come anytime and we'll test you anytime."

"If you meet the requirements, you can be admitted to the hospital."

"Are you recruiting year-round?"

Wang Teng was somewhat surprised.

"Huh?" Li Yusong raised his eyelids and glanced at him. "Didn't you ask Oscar before? I thought you already knew."

Wang Teng was taken aback, only then remembering that half a month ago, he had casually asked Oscar when the academy would start recruiting students.

At the time, I thought it was just casual conversation and didn't think much of it. I never expected that Shrek's rules would be so... casual.

"I thought he was joking."

Wang Teng smiled wryly, but his mind was already racing with plans.

If Shrek Academy recruits students year-round, then he wouldn't be able to deduce Tang San's whereabouts based on the academy's recruitment schedule.

The original plan fell through, so it seems we have to find another way. Perhaps we should start with the holidays at Notting College and keep an eye out at the intersection leading to Soto City.

Wang Teng was lost in thought when Li Yusong finished examining the next child and said in a calm but unquestionable voice, "Unqualified."

The child's parents immediately panicked and cried out, "Teacher, we paid a registration fee of one gold soul coin! You..."

Li Yusong frowned, and without making any move, a calm and profound aura emanated from him.

The parent's face turned pale, and the words caught in their throat.

Faced with such a powerful Soul Master as Li Yusong, the parent finally dared not say anything more and slunk away with his child.

"next."

Li Yusong continued as if nothing had happened.

Just then, a clear and confident voice came from the front of the group, pulling Wang Teng back from his thoughts.

"My name is Dai Mubai, my martial soul is the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, I am 11 years old (two months shy of 11), and I am a level 25 offensive-type battle soul master."

"I think with my qualifications, I should be qualified to join the academy directly, right?"

Li Yusong paused noticeably, then looked up at the person who had spoken.

Wang Teng also looked in the direction of the sound.

A young man stood in front of the table, tall and straight, about 1.7 meters tall, with broad shoulders that made his simple white outfit look well-proportioned and powerful.

The boy's most striking feature was his brilliant blond hair, which shimmered like gold in the afternoon sunlight.

In addition, the boy's eyes were particularly unique: the pupils were a deep azure blue, and as his gaze moved, it naturally revealed an undeniable sinister and sharp quality, as if it could pierce straight into people's hearts.

Li Yusong seemed to find it hard to believe his ears and pressed, "You just said... what level? How old? Could you repeat that?"

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai smiled slightly and repeated calmly, "Dai Mubai, 11 years old, Martial Soul: Evil-Eyed White Tiger, Level 25 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master."

"So he was Dai Mubai."

Wang Teng silently observed the other person, his mind racing.

In the original novel, this second prince of the Star Luo Empire had already reached level thirty-seven in soul power when Tang San entered the academy four years later.

Wang Teng had always thought it was unbelievable that a young man who had escaped from the royal power struggle and subsequently had a reputation for being "unruly" in Soto City could cultivate at such a speed.

But now that he had seen the person in person and felt the restrained yet formidable fluctuations of soul power, and considering the identity behind him, Wang Teng suddenly understood.

Even though Dai Mubai has left the Star Luo Empire, the resources that a prince of a vast empire can access have probably never truly been cut off.

Those secret medicines, inheritances, and cultivation methods that are difficult for ordinary people to obtain are perhaps the true foundation that supports his rapid improvement.

"Wang Teng, Wang Teng?"

Li Yusong's shouts woke him from his reverie.