Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Chao Tianxiang raised her hand to stop her granddaughter, looking coldly at Zhao Wuji: "Fine, fine, following the rules. Since that's the case, then let's use another rule of the Soul Master world: let strength speak for itself."

She paused, then continued, "This Phoenix-Tailed Crested Serpent is most suitable for my granddaughter's Serpent Staff Martial Soul. But since you're unwilling to give in, let the two children have a contest. Whoever wins gets the Soul Ring. How about it?"

Chaotianxiang's proposal to hold a contest briefly brought the tense atmosphere to a standstill.

In the forest, sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows. Two groups of people stood facing each other, with the unconscious crested serpent in the middle.

The bruises on Zhao Wuji's face were particularly noticeable in the light. He squinted, his gaze sweeping over Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran and Xiao Wu behind her, before finally settling on Oscar on his side.

"A contest?" Zhao Wuji scoffed, pointing his thick finger at Oscar.

"Senior, your suggestion is unfair. Oscar is a food-type Soul Master, how can he fight your granddaughter?"

"Food-based?"

Chao Tianxiang's usually composed eyes widened suddenly, her face revealing undisguised shock for the first time. She looked at Oscar, the boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a youthful innocence still on his face.

A level 30 food-type Soul Master?

how can that be!

The difficulty of cultivating food-type martial souls is well-known throughout the entire soul master world.

It lacks offensive capabilities, has weak self-defense abilities, and its cultivation speed is extremely slow.

Food-type Soul Masters who can reach level 30 before the age of 20 are highly sought-after treasures by various powerful forces.

The boy in front of us looks to be no more than fifteen years old!

Chao Tianxiang took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and carefully examined Oscar once again.

The boy's face still bore the sweat from chasing the soul beast. His eyes were clear, and although he was a little nervous, he stood tall and his demeanor was not like that of a power-attack or agility-attack soul master who was overtly aggressive.

"He... is he really a food-type?" Asahi's voice trembled slightly.

"Absolutely genuine." Zhao Wuji puffed out his chest, a smug look on his face. "Oscar, fourteen years old, a level 30 food-type Soul Master. What, senior, don't you believe me?"

Fourteen years old!

These three words shocked Chaotianxiang.

Meng Yiran, standing behind her, also gasped, her gaze towards Oscar completely changing.

She herself reached level 30 at the age of fifteen, making her a top genius in the Beast Academy. But this boy, who was a year younger than her, was actually a food-type and had also reached level 30.

This talent... is terrifying!

Chaotianxiang fell silent.

If what the other party said is true, then this competition is indeed unfair.

Sending a food-type Soul Master to fight against a weapon-type Soul Master is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

But the Phoenix Tail Crested Serpent was a spirit ring she had been tracking for most of the day, specially prepared for Yiran. Was she just going to give it away like that?

Chao Tianxiang's gaze swept across the faces of the Shrek Academy students, finally settling on Zhao Wuji: "Teacher Zhao, what do you suggest we do? I will absolutely not give up on this Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent easily."

Her tone remained polite, but the snake-headed cane in her hand paused slightly, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and the light of the six spirit rings became even more solid.

The Soul Emperor's oppressive aura quietly spread.

Zhao Wuji's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was racing with calculations.

Forcibly seizing it?

The opponent is a Soul Emperor. Although I'm not afraid, Dragon Lord might be nearby. If a fight breaks out, my six students might be in danger.

Reasoning? The other party clearly refused to back down.

that……

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over his students, finally landing on Zhu Zhuqing next to Oscar.

The girl in black stood there quietly, her cold profile standing out sharply in the dappled light and shadow.

She is also level 30 and needs her third spirit ring. Moreover, she is an agility-type spirit master. Against Meng Yiran's weapon spirit, she may not be without a chance of winning.

but……

Zhao Wuji frowned.

How long has Zhu Zhuqing been at Shrek Academy?

It's only been half a month.

Her relationship with Oscar and the others was visibly cold, especially towards Dai Mubai, whose icy disgust was almost undisguised.

Should we let her compete for Oscar?

Will she play seriously?

What if she deliberately holds back, or simply refuses to fight? Where would I put my face then?

Zhao Wuji was conflicted, but his face remained expressionless.

Chao Tianxiang was unaware of Zhao Wuji's thoughts. Seeing his silence, she assumed he was considering her suggestion and spoke again: "Teacher Zhao, since food-type soul masters are unable to fight, why not have one of your other students take their place?"

Her gaze swept across the faces of everyone at Shrek Academy, finally settling on Dai Mubai.

This blond boy looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was tall, had an arrogant demeanor, and exuded an undeniable presence.

Moreover, he was standing next to Oscar, clearly indicating they were good friends.

Most importantly, he is about the same age as Meng Yiran.

Chao Tianxiang didn't believe that, besides that food-type genius, the opposing team could have a second genius who had reached level 30 at such a young age.

Level 30 is a hurdle; those who can cross this hurdle at the age of fifteen or sixteen are considered key talents for any academy.

Chapter 288 Dai Mubai Goes into Battle

"How about letting this young man fight?" Chao Tianxiang pointed at Dai Mubai, a gentle smile on her face.

"He and Yiran are about the same age, so they must also be here to obtain their third spirit ring, right? Let them have a match, it's fair and just."

Dai Mubai was taken aback, then a haughty smile appeared on his lips.

Should we let him play?

That old woman really knows how to pick people.

Dai Mubai looked at Meng Yiran, the short-haired girl in a dark green outfit, whose snake staff spirit emitted faint soul power fluctuations, and whose two yellow soul rings slowly rotated.

A level 30 Soul Master.

Dai Mubai sneered inwardly.

Is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Great Soul Master worthy of competing with him, a level thirty-nine Soul Venerable?

He was about to agree and teach this arrogant girl a lesson when he heard Zhao Wuji's voice:

"He can't do it."

Dai Mubai frowned and looked at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji ignored him, looking directly at Chao Tianxiang, and said in a flat tone: "Dai Mubai, fifteen years old, level thirty-nine offensive-type Battle Soul Venerable. Letting him fight your granddaughter is not a competition, it's bullying."

"what?"

Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Fifteen years old, level thirty-nine?

Meng Yiran stared wide-eyed at Dai Mubai, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She herself was fifteen years old and had just reached level 30, already a recognized genius in the Beast Academy. But this peer in front of her was already level 39?

The difference is... too big!

Chao Tianxiang's expression also changed.

She originally thought Dai Mubai was at most a Soul Venerable who had just broken through to level 30, but she didn't expect him to be level 39, only one step away from Soul Master!

Such talent is top-tier even on the entire continent!

Just what's the background of Shrek Academy? A fourteen-year-old food-type level 30 student, and a fifteen-year-old power-attack type level 39 student...

Chao Tianxiang's heart was filled with turmoil.

She suddenly realized that she might have underestimated this seemingly rude Soul Saint and the team he led.

The atmosphere once again reached a stalemate.

Chao Tianxiang didn't want to give up on the Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent, but one of the two candidates proposed by the other party was unsuitable, and the other was far too weak. For a moment, she couldn't think of a better solution.

at this time

"grandmother."

A crisp sound rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was the pink-haired girl behind Chaotianxiang who was speaking.

Xiao Wu stepped out from behind Chao Tianxiang, her pink scorpion braid swaying gently with her movements.

Her clear, bright pink eyes were looking at Chaotianxiang with a sweet smile on her face.

"Since that food-type Soul Master is unable to fight, and this blond guy is too strong, perhaps... I should fight instead?"

Xiao Wu's voice was clear and melodious, standing out exceptionally well in the quiet forest.

Everyone was stunned.

Chao Tianxiang looked at Xiao Wu, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Meng Yiran's eyes lit up.

Yup!

How could I forget about Sister Xiaowu!

Meng Yiran looked at Xiao Wu, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.

She had personally witnessed Xiao Wu sweeping through all the Soul Masters at the Beast Academy; her terrifying strength, her graceful yet deadly movements during battle...

If it were Sister Xiaowu who were to fight...