Chapter 287: The Strength Clan's Tai Tan Attacked Blue Tyrant Academy?
"Not good! Not good! Someone is attacking the academy!!!"
Under the eaves of the dormitory area corridor, someone's loud shout exploded.
The originally quiet afternoon atmosphere was completely torn apart by this scream.
The voice struck against the connected dormitory walls, echoing back and forth. The uncontrollable panic spread throughout the entire dormitory area.
The students who had been meditating and cultivating in their rooms, or casually chatting and resting, all pushed open their doors and windows one after another, sticking their heads out to look around, their faces filled with astonishment.
Many students did not even have time to properly put on their outer robes before hurrying after the crowd outside, only wanting to find out what exactly had happened.
No one dared to delay. They all followed the direction of the commotion and surged toward the academy's central plaza.
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The afternoon sunlight spilled across the central plaza of Blue Tyrant Academy.
The warm light passed through the parasol tree branches and leaves at the edge of the plaza, casting fragmented shadows across the bluestone tiles.
The ground paved with bluestone slabs had been warmed slightly by the sun, and one could clearly feel the warmth when stepping on it.
The edges of the plaza were already packed so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Students wearing blue and white academy uniforms stood in layers.
Everyone's face was filled with shock, their feet rooted to the spot. No one dared to take even a single step forward.
Even less did anyone dare to make a sound and break this frozen atmosphere.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the center of the plaza.
There, two completely different auras were silently confronting each other.
On one side stood Blue Tyrant Academy's current acting dean, Flender, as well as the Immovable King, Zhao Wuji.
Behind Flender, the wings of his Owl martial soul had already half-spread.
The edges of his brown wings shimmered faintly with flowing soul power and were trembling slightly.
His entire body maintained a guarded posture, yet he did not dare to make the slightest movement.
Beside him, Zhao Wuji's Vigorous Vajra Bear martial soul was already ready to erupt at any moment.
All the muscles throughout his body were completely tensed.
Beneath his bronze-colored skin, the lines of his muscles bulged high.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, slowly sliding down along his jawline.
Zhao Wuji himself was already at the Soul Saint level. Among soul masters of the same rank, when it came to pure contests of strength, he had always found few opponents.
But before the burly man in front of him, the strength he had always been proud of was like a stream colliding with a raging ocean. He could not even summon the slightest confidence to resist.
The one confronting them was a burly man over two meters tall.
His figure was massive, comparable to an iron tower.
Just standing there, he was extremely intimidating.
The muscles across his entire body were bulging, their lines hard and solid, like refined iron forged through thousands of hammer strikes.
On his exposed arms were ancient and powerful hammer-shaped patterns. Deep within those patterns, faint soul power seemed to flow.
The crude beast-hide vest he wore could not conceal the terrifying power contained within every inch of his body.
Most importantly, eight soul rings were slowly floating beneath his feet, rhythmically moving in an orderly manner.
Yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.
The standard optimal soul ring configuration.
The pressure of a Soul Douluo-level expert transformed into a tangible wave of energy, enveloping the entire plaza.
Even the surrounding air became heavy and stagnant under this pressure.
Students with slightly weaker cultivation even found the rise and fall of their chests becoming exceptionally difficult.
Even from dozens of meters away, the spectating students could sense a heart-shaking feeling of power from that aura.
At the front of the crowd gathered around the outer edge of the plaza, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun stood side by side.
The surrounding Blue Tyrant Academy students were lowering their voices and whispering among themselves, their tones filled with unconcealable shock.
"Eight soul rings! He really is a Soul Douluo-level expert!"
"When did our academy provoke such a big figure?"
"In the entire Heaven Dou City, there aren't even many Soul Douluo experts. Why would one suddenly come to our academy?"
A deeply serious look flashed through Dai Mubai's face.
Ma Hongjun, whose entire body was wrapped up tightly with only his eyes, mouth, and nose exposed, swallowed hard.
He leaned closer to Dai Mubai and spoke in a lowered voice, "Boss Dai, who exactly is this? Did he specially come to smash up our academy?"
Dai Mubai slowly shook his head.
"I don't know either. I've never seen such a person in Heaven Dou City."
At this moment, three figures were quickly walking over along the path at the plaza entrance.
Walking at the very front was Yu Xiaogang. Tang San followed beside him, while Oscar trailed half a step behind the two.
Tang San's face was already somewhat pale.
An inescapable gloom gathered in his eyes, and the aura around his entire body carried a sense of depression.
Oscar was still holding a freshly made recovery sausage in his hand, chewing it bite by bite, with some crumbs still stuck to the corners of his mouth.
During this period, Tang San had suffered setbacks everywhere, and Oscar only felt delighted in his heart.
Seeing Tang San, Ma Hongjun's gaze darkened.
It was because of him that he had suffered a backlash from his evil fire, causing large areas of his body to be burned.
Even though Dean Flender had spent great effort finding healing soul masters to treat his fatal injuries.
They still could not repair the severe burns covering his body and face.
Ma Hongjun could only wrap himself up and did not dare to meet others.
Moreover, what caused Ma Hongjun the most pain was that releasing his evil fire in the future would become unbearably agonizing, leaving behind serious aftereffects.
The dislike and hatred Ma Hongjun felt toward Tang San were no less than those of Dai Mubai and Oscar.
The moment the three stepped into the plaza, they sensed that something was wrong.
A heavy pressure rushed toward them.
Yu Xiaogang's footsteps abruptly stopped, and the theoretical notes he was gripping in his hand almost slipped and fell to the ground.
He was merely a rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster.
Under the pressure of a Soul Douluo-level expert, even breathing became sluggish and difficult, and waves of tightness filled his chest.
Tang San's body suddenly tightened.
The Blue Silver Grass martial soul inside his body became violently restless, almost about to break out uncontrollably.
He immediately activated the Purple Demon Eye to its limit, his gaze landing on the burly man in the center of the plaza.
The first thought that emerged in his mind was that this was someone arranged by Lin Qingmo!
During this period, he had repeatedly fallen into Lin Qingmo's hands, being restricted everywhere and suffering setbacks again and again.
The current him had long since become like a startled bird.
A Soul Douluo-level expert had appeared in Blue Tyrant Academy without any warning.
Other than Lin Qingmo, he could not think of anyone else with such capability.
Moreover, Lin Qingmo also had enough motivation to target him.
But very quickly, this thought changed.
A sturdy figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd.
It was Tai Long.
An original student of Blue Tyrant Academy.
Previously, because Tai Long refused to accept the Shrek group, he had been defeated publicly by Tang San in the academy.
After seeing the burly man's face clearly, Tai Long froze.
In the next second, Tai Long's voice, filled with unbelievable shock, suddenly echoed throughout the entire plaza.
"Grandpa?!"
The moment these words came out, the entire place erupted.
The crowd, which had been holding its breath in concentration, instantly erupted into discussion.
"Grandpa? This burly man is actually Tai Long's grandfather?"
"My heavens, Tai Long's family background is this deep? His grandfather is actually a Soul Douluo-level expert?"
"No wonder Tai Long's natural strength far surpasses ordinary people. So it was an inherited family ability!"
"The Strength Clan! I remember now! Tai Long's surname is Tai; he's someone from the Strength Clan!"
The sounds of discussion rose and fell, each wave louder than the last.
The originally stagnant plaza instantly became noisy.
Flender's heart suddenly moved.
Tai Long's grandfather.
Once this identity was revealed, this person's background was already obvious.
The Strength Clan's clan chief, Tai Tan.
The current clan chief of the Strength Clan, the former leader among the four great subsidiary clans of the Clear Sky Sect, and a veteran Soul Douluo who had been famous for many years.
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