Chapter 43 Tang San is number one?! Yu Xiaogang's inexplicable confidence is wishful thinking!
Xiao Wu keenly sensed the change in her lover's emotions.
She grabbed Tang San's hand and said urgently:
"Brother! You're actually starting to doubt your ability to get first place?"
"You're the best! No matter what the ranking is, you can do it!"
"..."
Seeing the low morale of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang stopped in his tracks.
He straightened his collar, and his face regained that confident "everything is under control" expression.
"Mistress, you need to be confident."
Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.
"Although you have twin martial souls, your potential is not very high, so it's normal that you're not number one."
Upon hearing this, Tang San's lips twitched. Was this really meant to comfort him?
However, Yu Xiaogang changed the subject, his eyes flashing with fanaticism.
"After my teacher's research, I discovered that my Luo Sanpao has enormous potential!"
"Although it looks like just a pig that farts right now, it has mutated completely!"
"It has the potential to become a Dragon God and is very likely to become the number one on the Martial Soul Ranking."
? ? ?
Everyone at Shrek Academy, including Tang San, fell silent.
Everyone looked at the serious-looking Yu Xiaogang, and then thought about Luo Sanpao, who could only roll on the ground and fart.
This...
You're way too confident.
Teacher, did you suffer too much trauma?
...
Jialing Pass, atop the city wall.
Golden light descended from the sky, bathing Qian Renxue in its glow.
That's a sign of divine power advancing.
However, this newly appointed angel god showed no sign of joy on her face.
"What? My martial soul is only ranked tenth?"
Qian Renxue felt the surge of power within her body, but her heart was filled with bitterness.
She had always thought that after becoming a god, she would be the protagonist of this world.
But the sky dealt her a heavy blow.
Hu Liena, standing behind her, was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.
"Teacher, even a god-level martial soul is only ranked tenth? I never expected that!"
Hu Liena looked at the noble and aloof woman beside her.
Bibi Dong also looked incredulous.
Her fingers, which were gripping the scepter, were slightly white, and her nails were almost embedded in the scepter.
"Even the teacher didn't expect that."
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in her heart.
"Even the six-winged angels are only ranked tenth. I would be grateful if I could make it into the top three."
Even though she possessed twin martial souls and was the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, she lost her confidence at this moment.
Hu Liena opened her mouth wide.
"Can't even make the top three? That's impossible!"
"Teacher's Soul Devouring Spider Emperor and Death Spider Emperor are both top-tier martial souls. With Teacher's talent, she has developed both martial souls and has already reached the pinnacle of the continent."
Bibi Dong shook her head with a wry smile, her gaze deep and unfathomable.
"Qian Renxue's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is a god-level martial soul, and she stands at the pinnacle of the continent, but she is only ranked tenth."
This list is incredibly prestigious.
It's so high it's despair-inducing.
Qian Renxue had already absorbed all the rewards.
She slowly opened her eyes, and six enormous wings unfurled behind her, radiating golden light.
"This reward is quite good."
Mid-level God of the First Rank.
This saved her countless years of arduous practice on the path to Godhood.
Bibi Dong glanced at Qian Renxue, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.
"Even if you break through to the mid-level of a first-level god, you are still no match for Tang San."
"That kid's growth rate is too fast, and his position as the Sea God is not weak either."
"Unless I become the Rakshasa God, then we can join forces and have a chance to fight Tang San."
At this moment, the mother and daughter, whose relationship was complicated, finally reached a tacit understanding under immense pressure.
...
On the long street of Heaven Dou City.
The atmosphere here is even more somber than at Jialing Pass.
The sword energy crisscrossed, slicing the surrounding bluestone slabs inch by inch.
Faced with Chen Xin's overwhelming attack of soul skills, the boy standing in the middle of the street simply raised his hand.
Yanqing casually swung the unremarkable sword in his hand.
There were no fancy moves.
It's like a child casually breaking off a twig.
However, it was this one sword strike.
Buzz—
Space trembled.
An indescribable will descended upon this world.
Chen Xin's pupils contracted sharply, and he cried out in alarm:
"This is sword intent!"
It's not a soul skill, not soul power, but pure willpower!
Chen Xin couldn't believe it. The sword intent he had been searching for for many years was actually being used by this callow youth.
Moreover, it is so pure, so sharp.
"How is this possible!"
Chen Xin sensed a deadly threat.
He no longer held back.
"Eighth Soul Skill! Moving Mountains and Filling Seas!"
"Ninth Soul Skill! Divine and Demonic Slash!"
The Seven Kill Sword erupted with dazzling silver light as Sword Douluo unleashed his full power, a strike representing the pinnacle of his life's cultivation.
Rumble!
The terrifying energy fluctuations caused the entire Heaven Dou City to tremble.
However, in the face of the boy's sword light, all of this was as fragile as paper.
Yanqing's sword moved as if it were in an empty field.
Just one move.
All the soul skills shattered, and the silver light that filled the sky dissipated.
Chen Xin was struck as if by lightning, his body flying backward and crashing heavily into the wall at the end of the street.
The smoke and dust cleared.
The Sword Douluo, who was known as the number one attacker, was now dressed in rags, his body tattered, and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He looked utterly wretched.
Ignoring his injuries, Chen Xin stared intently at the young man.
"How is this possible? How could he be so strong..."
Ning Fengzhi almost dropped the scepter in his hand.
He watched as his invincible Uncle Jian was utterly defeated.
"Who exactly is this person?"
Ning Fengzhi was shocked; the young man's strength was completely beyond his comprehension.
In the middle of the street.
Yanqing slowly sheathed his sword.
He looked at Chen Xin lying on the ground. His handsome brows showed no joy of victory, but rather a deep disappointment.
The boy gently shook his head.
"Your sword is too weak."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a resounding slap across Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi's faces.
Yanqing was very disappointed.
In order to ensure a fair fight, he had suppressed his cultivation level to the same level as his opponent.
However, he still won in one move.
No doubt about it!
This can't even be called a battle; it's more like a one-sided crushing defeat.
"It seems there are no sword masters on this continent!"
Yanqing sighed, his gaze sweeping over the bustling city that he found utterly boring.
"I, Yanqing, only seek defeat in the way of the sword!"
"I will go and pursue the supreme way of the sword!"
Above the sky, the golden ancient seal script still surged, and Qian Renxue's glory and embarrassment were simultaneously frozen in the sky.
Chen Xin clutched his chest, his once straight spine now slightly hunched.
Ignoring the chaotic sword energy surging within him, he stared wide-eyed at the glaring ranking.
"Tenth on the Martial Soul Ranking, the Six-Winged Angel?"
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