Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"My older brother and I are planning to go home. Once we leave, we don't know when we'll be back."

Wang Teng paused for a moment, then said sincerely, "Thanks to your care over the past two years, those candies have been a great help."

"Thank you, Professor Shao Xin."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply.

Shao Xin quickly helped Wang Teng up and said, "Oh dear, child, why are you being so polite?"

He scrutinized Wang Teng, as if trying to discern something from the young man's face.

Chapter 77 The Final Battle (Bonus Chapter 2)

"Why are you leaving all of a sudden? Are you unhappy in Soto?"

Teacher Shao Xin asked with concern.

"Nothing is going wrong."

Wang Teng shook his head, a relaxed smile on his face, and explained, "I just feel like I should go out for a walk."

"It's good to see more of the world while you're young."

Shao Xin remained silent for a moment, then sighed softly.

He patted Wang Teng on the shoulder, his tone filled with the concern of an elder, and said, "It's good that young people are ambitious, but they should also remember to act within their capabilities."

"The Douluo Continent is so vast, it has never lacked geniuses, nor has it lacked people who are willing to work hard."

"What's missing are those who can steadily make it to the end."

At this point, Shao Xin paused, looked into Wang Teng's eyes, and said, word by word, "Since you've already decided to go out and make your way in the world, this old man won't try to persuade you any further."

"But there's one thing you must remember."

"Teacher Shao Xin, please speak."

Wang Teng's expression also became serious.

"For ordinary people like us, learning to accept our ordinariness is sometimes a way of life."

After saying that, Shao Xin picked up the wooden basket and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

His back looked somewhat hunched in the morning light, but his steps remained steady.

Wang Teng stood there, watching the figure disappear into the corner of the house, feeling as if something had struck his heart.

After a while, he continued walking towards the playground.

This is the time when Shrek students are doing their morning exercises.

Before I even reached the playground, I could already hear the panting and footsteps of runners.

Sure enough, Wang Teng saw three figures running laps around the playground from afar.

It's Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai.

"Hello--!"

Wang Teng stood at the edge of the playground, waved his hand, and shouted loudly.

The three men turned around and saw that it was Wang Teng, but they didn't stop in a hurry.

Instead, he ran another half lap before stopping in front of Wang Teng.

At this moment, all three of them were covered in sweat.

Their chests heaved violently, and they were all panting heavily.

It looks like they've been running for quite some time.

"Wang Teng?!"

Oscar was the first to exclaim, his face full of surprise, "You haven't shown up for months!"

"I thought you were too scared of the fat guy to come!"

Ma Hongjun nudged Oscar with his elbow, then laughed and put his arm around Wang Teng's shoulder, saying, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

"If you're really upset by me, I'll let you off easy in future competitions."

Dai Mubai stood a little further away and simply nodded to Wang Teng as a greeting.

Although he and Wang Teng knew each other, their relationship was not deep.

Wang Teng had never been to those brothels with Dai Mubai.

The two never fought one-on-one.

Therefore, their relationship was naturally not as close as that between Wang Teng and Ma Hongjun and Oscar.

Wang Teng patted Ma Hongjun's arm, his gaze swept over the three of them, and his expression gradually became serious as he explained, "Actually, I came here today to say goodbye to everyone."

"bid farewell?"

Ma Hongjun's smile froze, and he quickly asked, "You're leaving? Where are you going?"

"I plan to go home first."

Wang Teng said expressionlessly.

"Then...when will you be back?"

Oscar pressed for an answer.

"It's hard to say," Wang Teng shook his head. "It might be soon, or it might take a long time."

The playground was quiet for a few seconds.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and asked, "You're not really leaving because you lost to me a few times, are you? Then I..."

"Fatty, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Oscar gave him a push.

Wang Teng laughed and said, "It has nothing to do with winning or losing..."

When it came to winning or losing, Wang Teng suddenly couldn't continue.

He turned to look at Ma Hongjun, his eyes becoming exceptionally serious, and slowly said, "Before I leave, I want to challenge you one last time."

Ma Hongjun was stunned.

He dropped his joking expression, carefully examined Wang Teng, and then said, "Are you serious?"

“My soul power is now at level 23. Although you have reached level 17, it seems like there is only a six-level difference between us. But in reality, there is a whole realm between us, a hundred-year soul ring.”

"Suck--"

"call--"

Wang Teng took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

The morning air carries the scent of grass and earth, its coolness seeping into my lungs.

He raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on Ma Hongjun's face like a nail, and then said, "This is the last time. After this match, I'm leaving."

The two looked at each other, neither of them saying a word.

The wind suddenly picked up on the playground, making the hem of our clothes flutter.

After a long while, Ma Hongjun nodded heavily: "Alright, since you've made up your mind, I'll play along to the end."

Wang Teng smiled, turned around and walked towards the center of the playground.

Ma Hongjun stretched his shoulders and followed.

Oscar and Dai Mubai retreated to the sidelines.

The morning light had now completely covered the playground, casting long, slanted shadows of the two people.

Wang Teng stopped ten meters away from Ma Hongjun and slowly adjusted his breathing.

He could feel his heart beating faster and his blood rushing through his veins.

It wasn't because of nervousness, but because of a long-lost excitement.

This is the last time.

On this training ground where he had fought countless battles, he would play his last match with this friend he had known for two years.

Ma Hongjun also put away his usual playful demeanor, his eyes becoming focused and sharp.

He knew Wang Teng too well; he knew how persistent this seemingly gentle young man was deep down.

Since the other party has made such a request, we will definitely do our best.

The wind stopped.

The playground was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Wang Teng slowly raised his right hand, and his soul power began to condense in his palm.

Ma Hongjun lowered his body slightly, ready to release his martial spirit at any moment.

Oscar held his breath on the sidelines.

Dai Mubai crossed his arms, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two.

The final battle is about to begin.

"Martial Soul: Evil Fire Phoenix!"

Ma Hongjun was the first to move.

He let out a low shout, and a slightly rounded but imposing phantom suddenly rose up behind him.

That was his Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul.

Crimson flames burned around the phantom, with an ominous blackness faintly visible deep within the flames.

"Wow—"

The phantom of the phoenix flapped its wings and cried out, its voice clear yet tinged with a hint of restlessness.

"Martial Soul, Possess!"