Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

He knew how outrageous Tang San's hidden weapon techniques were; he had just witnessed them firsthand.

Eighteen Soul-Shattering Blades were unleashed simultaneously, each piercing a leaf with pinpoint accuracy before finally embedding themselves into the tree trunk.

That's no longer called a hidden weapon technique; that's called a divine skill.

The black-clad youth before them, though seemingly mysterious, was different from those skilled in hidden weapons; it wasn't something that could be mastered quickly with just talent.

He didn't say these words, but he was somewhat disappointed in Long Yuan. Long Yuan's strength might not be weaker than Tang San's, but he was completely unable to withstand Tang San's provocation.

Tang San has already lured Long Yuan into his advantageous territory. All Tang San needs to do now is unleash his hidden weapon skills to easily humiliate Long Yuan.

He simply nodded, walked to the large tree twenty meters away, and gently rested his dragon-headed cane on the trunk.

"boom."

The tree shook violently, and countless leaves fell from its crown like a green rain.

Tang San moved.

His hands moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, brushing across his waist, while eighteen Soul-Shattering Blades danced at his fingertips.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss."

The sound of something cutting through the air was continuous, almost indistinguishable in sequence.

Eighteen streaks of silver light flashed through the air, each one piercing precisely through a falling leaf before embedding itself firmly into the tree trunk.

Dodo dodo dodo.

Eighteen muffled thuds, as dense as drumbeats.

Tang San withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and turned to look at the tree trunk.

Eighteen Soul-Shattering Blades were neatly nailed to the tree trunk, forming a regular circle.

Each knife pierced a leaf, the leaf pinned between the blade and the tree trunk, trembling gently in the wind.

all hit.

Eighteen stems, eighteen leaves, one hundred percent accuracy.

All eyes turned to Tang San. Even Gu Linyuan had to admit that Tang San's hidden weapon techniques were indeed exquisite, even pleasing to the eye.

It truly is a field that has reached the pinnacle of development in another world.

Tang San's lips curled up slightly as he turned to look at Gu Linyuan.

"Longyuan, it's your turn."

His tone carried a hint of barely suppressed smugness.

Xiao Wu was the first to clap, her face full of pride.

"Third Brother is amazing!"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief, smiles appearing on their faces. Ning Rongrong looked up, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

Zhao Wuji stroked his chin and nodded in satisfaction. Tang San's methods were very much in line with Shrek Academy's values. This boy was destined for greatness.

The atmosphere at Shrek Academy immediately became more relaxed.

Tang San made the first move, and all eighteen of his weapons hit their mark.

Even if Longyuan hits all eighteen of his weapons, it will only result in a draw.

On Tang San's home turf, a draw is a victory.

At this moment, Tang San was already in an invincible position.

……

Gu Linyuan stared at the eighteen Soul-Shattering Blades on the tree trunk and the pierced leaves, remaining silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

A soft laugh came from under the hood.

"Is this your pride? No wonder you want to compete in this."

Gu Linyuan shook his head and walked towards Long Gong Meng Shu.

"Senior, could you please shake the tree again?"

Meng Shu glanced at him, nodded, and shook the tree again.

Gu Linyuan turned around, faced the big tree, and slowly raised his right hand.

He didn't take the Soul-Breaking Blade, nor did he even look at the falling leaves.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, pointing towards the big tree.

Tang San was stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

What is he doing?

No leaves? No Soul-Shattering Blade? Not even a glance?

next second.

A faint, almost imperceptible green light gently emanated from Gu Linyuan's palm.

The light was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible in the sunlight.

But that big tree sensed it.

The treetop trembled slightly.

then.

All the leaves, even those that weren't shaken off, fell from the branches at the same instant.

It didn't fall, it detached.

Thousands upon thousands of leaves, like a torrential downpour, poured down from the treetops.

A green ocean, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Tang San's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils dilating violently.

"This...this is impossible..."

Gu Linyuan gently waved his right hand.

No one saw what he did.

There were no hidden weapons, no flashes of silver light, and no trace of anything.

Only those thousands upon thousands of leaves suddenly changed direction in mid-air.

All of them flew towards the ancient abyss.

Instead of landing, they gathered densely in the air in front of Gu Linyuan, like a group of summoned elves, forming a green wall.

Gu Linyuan stretched out his left hand and took a Soul-Breaking Blade from Meng Yiran's hand.

One.

There is only one.

He gently pushed the Soul-Shattering Blade forward.

The Soul-Shattering Blade flew out.

It pierced through the green wall made up of thousands of leaves and then firmly anchored itself to the tree trunk.

"Do".

A soft sound, exceptionally clear in the silent forest.

The entire room fell silent.

Chapter 33 Ning Rongrong's heart flutters for Long Yuan; Zhu Zhuqing's good words fail to dissuade the damned ghost.

Using only one Soul-Breaking Blade, the number of leaves pierced exceeded eighteen.

In terms of simply comparing the number of leaves pierced by the thorns, Longyuan has already won.

"This child... is terrifying."

"It seems I was mistaken. I originally thought Long Yuan was just easily provoked. I never imagined he had already reached a higher level."

Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang gasped in shock.

They had considered that Longyuan might have a backup plan, but they never expected that Longyuan would go to such lengths.

Long Yuan did not compete with Tang San in terms of technique, but defeated Tang San in other ways.

"Could Long Yuan be a plant-type Soul Master...?"

A knowing glint flashed in Meng Shu's eyes.

He is Contra.

You can clearly feel it.

But when Longyuan activated that power, the surrounding plants seemed to change.

"He's still the same as before... I wasted my time worrying about him."

Zhu Zhuqing's anxious heart finally calmed down.

Looking at all this, his face flushed with excitement.

Like everyone else, she thought Gu Linyuan had been led astray. But unexpectedly, he still managed to win.

"Perhaps this is absolute power. In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are meaningless." Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips, but her beautiful eyes shone even brighter.

Before meeting Long Yuan, she thought Tang San was quite outstanding, at least a level above Ma Hongjun and the others. She was also very serious about her feelings for Xiao Wu.

At that time, in her eyes, Tang San was simply a one-in-a-million good man.

But after meeting Long Yuan, she also witnessed another side of Tang San.

Perhaps everyone has a dark side, but ordinary people just don't show it.