What's with the arrogance? You really think you've got us cornered?
Yang Yuan's cocky attitude grated on Dai Mubai's nerves.
Although Yang Yuan's abilities were bizarre, Dai Mubai felt little fear.
After all, they were all geniuses.
Judging by Yang Yuan's age, he couldn't be older than Dai Mubai—probably even younger.
So what if he had Innate Full Spirit Power?
How strong could he possibly be?
Topping out at level 40, at most!
Even without the Fatty, they still had five people.
Five against one—how could they lose?
"Move!"
Dai Mubai snorted coldly and followed Yang Yuan out of the restaurant.
Inside, the hotel manager mopped sweat from his brow, relieved.
He also felt a surge of gratitude toward Yang Yuan for speaking up for the hotel.
Without him, who knew how chaotic the restaurant would have become.
A brawl between a group of Spirit Grandmasters and Spirit Elders would have cost the hotel dearly.
The other patrons hurried after them, eager to watch the drama unfold.
The Canghui students felt a flicker of relief.
Thank heavens that ridiculously handsome teen had stepped in; otherwise they'd probably lose badly.
Outside, in an open space beside the restaurant,
Yang Yuan faced the five Shrek students, barely seven or eight meters between them.
Tang San quickly briefed the others on Yang Yuan's Spirit and abilities so no one would be caught off guard.
"What—Yang Yuan's our age?"
Learning his age stunned Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Zhu Zhuqing.
They'd assumed anyone who could crush Ma Hongjun must be near Spirit Ancestor level.
A twelve-year-old high-RankSpirit Elder, even with Innate Full Spirit Power, sounded absurd.
After all, Tang San and Xiao Wu, also Innate Full Spirit Power, were only Rank 29.
Tang San smiled wryly. "I don't get it either—how did he get this strong in just six years?"
"Is Heaven Dou Academy's simulated environment really that amazing?"
He felt depressed: among the three of them—himself, Xiao Wu, and Yang Yuan—
he was clearly the slowest cultivator despite equal innate talent.
Yang Yuan had the academy's simulation, so fine.
But Xiao Wu?
She'd been slacking off, yet her Rank still matched his.
It frustrated Tang San.
He blamed his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
If it weren't a trash spirit, he'd keep pace with Yang Yuan and Xiao Wu.
Yet every time he considered switching to the Clear Sky Hammer, his teacher barked at him to wait until Blue Silver Grass reached Titled Douluo.
Dai Mubai frowned. "His Spirit is eyes—any weaknesses?"
Tang San narrowed his eyes. "If I'm right, his eyes have limits; if we strike together, he can't react to everything."
"Also, since it's an Eye Martial Soul, his abilities are likely mental or illusion-based—stay sharp."
"Xiao Wu, he outranks you; don't use Charm or you'll risk backlash."
Xiao Wu nodded seriously.
When she'd first joined Shrek Academy, she'd tried Charm on Zhao Wuji and suffered exactly that.
Tang San glanced at the others.
"Be careful—Yang Yuan is nothing like Canghui's bunch."
Dai Mubai and the rest nodded gravely.
After all, the guy in front of them was a monster like them—
an even more terrifying one.
The five readied themselves and released their Spirits.
spirit rings blossomed, yet Yang Yuan stood motionless, not even showing a ring.
"What's he playing at?"
"Does he think he can beat us without using Spirit Abilities?"
"I thought I was arrogant, but this guy tops me."
Dai Mubai snorted.
Being underestimated infuriated him.
Tang San and Xiao Wu frowned, thinking, "Still so cocky—does he think we're back at Nuoding Academy?"
Zhu Zhuqing's face stayed icy, but she dropped into a combat stance.
Among them, Oscar the pragmatist welcomed the contempt.
He summoned his Spirit and chanted:
"I've got a Big Recovery Sausage."
"I've got a Small Detoxifying Sausage."
He handed the Sausages to Tang San and the others.
They were his First Spirit Skill—Super Recovery Sausage—and Second Spirit Skill—Detoxifying Sausage.
No telling whether Yang Yuan used poison, but better safe than sorry.
They pocketed the Sausages and stared at Yang Yuan, Battle Intent blazing.
"Attack together!"
Dai Mubai barked; the Shrek Group surged forward.
"Blue Silver Grass Bind!"
Tang San instantly unleashed his First Spirit Skill.
A dozen bluish-purple strands shot up beneath Yang Yuan, trussing him like a rice dumpling.
Dai Mubai's group brightened.
Yet Tang San felt uneasy.
Too easy.
It shouldn't be.
Still, binding Yang Yuan had to count as a win.
Following Yang Yuan's old advice, Tang San had chosen the Man Faced Demon Spider for his second ring.
To hunt it, their teacher even asked Headmaster Flender for help.
After absorbing that ring, Blue Silver Grass's toxin became terrifying; an ordinary Spirit Grandmaster could die or be crippled without prompt detoxification.
Even a high-RankSpirit Elder like Yang Yuan should be suffering.
But as the Shrek Group closed in, Yang Yuan seemingly helpless—
Bang!
The grass bindings exploded into countless shards under Tang San's horrified gaze.
"That… that's impossible!"
Tang San cried; his Blue Silver Grass couldn't be that fragile!
Yang Yuan grinned. Facing the onrushing foes, he flicked out three palms like a ghost.
Each strike landed where their spirit power was weakest.
The force distorted their expressions and sent them flying like broken kites.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Everyone was stunned.
Absolute domination.
Tang San watched Xiao Wu reel back, dazed from a palm strike, and his pupils shrank.
"Xiao Wu!"
Over the past six years, though they hadn't shared a bed as in the original story, they'd grown very close.
In the term after Yang Yuan left, Tang San had still made her his sworn sister.
Xiao Wu was now his reverse scale.
Eyes blood-red, breathing like a bull, he rasped:
"Yang Yuan, we were classmates—you should never have hit Xiao Wu that hard."
"For her sake, today—"
"I will defeat you!"
(End of Chapter)
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