Ning Rongrong stood at the farthest point, her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shining brightly, fully amplifying the attributes of everyone; Oscar and Ma Hongjun brought up the rear, one providing support sausages and the other charging up Phoenix Flames, waiting for the right moment.
Everyone's target was Yang Chen in the center.
The battle was about to break out. Dai Mubai took the initiative and unleashed the White Tiger Blazing Light Wave. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass followed closely behind, while Xiao Wu gathered her strength with her waist bow and Zhu Zhuqing launched a surprise attack. In an instant, their soul skills crisscrossed, creating an astonishing spectacle.
Yang Chen stood still, his expression indifferent. He fully activated the third level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, the Qi Realm, and a pale golden aura enveloped his entire body, like a divine armor of glass. All attacks that struck him shattered and disintegrated.
He moved with light steps, his figure darting through the crowd like a ghost. With a wave of his hand, he repelled Dai Mubai, dodged Zhu Zhuqing's sharp claws, and extinguished Ma Hongjun's phoenix flames with a flick of his finger. He was completely at ease throughout, keeping Tang San firmly suppressed on the outermost side, giving him no chance to get close and restrain him.
Tang San's face grew increasingly grim, his heart filled with extreme frustration.
His prized Blue Silver Grass was utterly useless against Yang Chen's Qi. Throughout the battle, he couldn't contribute anything and was simply toyed with and completely crushed by his opponent.
A surge of intense resentment welled up within Tang San, and his eyes hardened as he hatched a wicked plan—he intended to use hidden weapons.
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was attacking and Yang Chen was distracted, Tang San flicked his wrist slightly, and a poisoned dragon whisker needle quietly slid into his fingertip, ready to silently shoot it at Yang Chen and teach him a lesson.
But none of this escaped Yang Chen's perception.
The moment the hidden weapon was launched, Yang Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his aura surged, directly knocking the Dragon Beard Needle away and pinning it to a nearby tree trunk. The needle gleamed with an eerie, ghostly light, clearly indicating that it was poisoned.
"During a friendly spar, a poisoned hidden weapon was used?"
Yang Chen's voice was icy cold. He took a step and instantly appeared in front of Tang San.
Before Tang San could react, Yang Chen flicked his fingers and sent out several streams of qi, which accurately struck Tang San's joints and acupoints. The force was perfectly controlled, neither damaging his core nor causing him severe pain and dissipation of his soul power.
Tang San screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground. His whole body ached and he was too weak to even get up. His face was as pale as paper.
Yang Chen thought to himself: This Tang San is indeed the author's favorite son. Even though I bought Frank's rutilated quartz, Tang San was still able to discover the others.
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone saw the poisoned dragon whisker needle clearly and instantly understood—Tang San had broken the rules.
To engage in friendly sparring and then secretly kill someone, even using poisoned hidden weapons, is utterly despicable.
Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong and the others looked at Tang San with some dissatisfaction, and Xiao Wu frowned deeply. No one defended him or raised any objections.
Zhao Wuji strode over and saw the Dragon Beard Needle on the ground. His face turned ashen instantly. He glared at Tang San fiercely, but he also knew that Tang San had only himself to blame.
Yang Chen looked down at Tang San, who was lying on the ground, and said indifferently, "This is just a minor punishment. You will need to rest in bed for at least five days. If you dare to use dirty tricks in a sparring match again, it won't be so simple."
After saying that, he didn't look at Tang San again.
Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Alright, everyone go and heal your injuries. Tang San, take care of your injuries yourself. I will go and formulate a personalized training plan for everyone."
After saying this, Zhao Wuji turned and left.
Yang Chen walked slowly to Xiao Wu's side, his eyes instantly softening. He reached out and ruffled her long hair, then chuckled softly, "Xiao Wu, don't worry about these troubles. I'll go with you to explore Soto City. We haven't really had a chance to explore this city properly yet."
Just then, Dai Mubai hesitated for a moment, then quickly caught up with Zhu Zhuqing, wanting to explain the misunderstanding at the Rose Hotel: "Zhuqing, let me explain, about what happened before..."
Zhu Zhuqing paused, but didn't turn around. Her voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion: "I'm very disappointed in you."
After saying that, she turned and left without giving Dai Mubai a chance to explain.
Dai Mubai froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning. He stood there dumbfounded, his face turning deathly pale, his eyes filled with pain and astonishment.
Yang Chen took in the whole scene, secretly smiling to himself, but keeping a straight face. He gently took Xiao Wu's hand and said in a doting tone, "Come on, Xiao Wu, let's go eat something delicious, buy something fun, and have a good time shopping."
The two walked away side by side, the sunlight shining on them, their journey sweet and warm, a stark contrast to the stiff Dai Mubai and the disheveled Tang San lying in bed behind them.
After a night of rest, the Shrek team reunited at the training ground.
With Zhao Wuji absent, Dean Flander took over today's training. His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Ning Rongrong and Oscar, the two support-type Soul Masters, his tone serious.
"Support-type Soul Masters have no attack power and no defense power. On the battlefield, your most important task is to survive and get into position!"
"Ning Rongrong, run twenty laps around the training field. Oscar, you're in charge of supervising. No slacking off, no stopping!"
Ning Rongrong's face fell instantly, looking unwilling, but she still had no choice but to start walking. However, having been pampered since childhood in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she had never suffered such hardship. After running only a few laps, she began to walk and stop, occasionally hiding under a tree to catch her breath. Oscar tried to persuade her, but she directly retorted.
Before long, Flander saw through her little trick, his face darkened, and he stepped forward to stop her.
"Ning Rongrong, you're slacking off! Oscar, you failed in your supervisory duties; both of you will be punished!"
Ning Rongrong was already seething with anger, and being reprimanded in public caused her spoiled temper to explode instantly, leading her to argue with Flander.
Relying on her status as a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she spoke with utter defiance. However, Flander showed no mercy, pointing out her flaws one by one: being spoiled, arrogant, unable to endure hardship, and lacking any sense of teamwork. He berated her, saying that without her father, she would be nothing but a piece of trash.
Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened from what she was said, her pride shattered, she screamed, and ran away crying.
Flander sent Dai Mubai to pack her clothes, but secretly intended for him to comfort and console her. However, Ning Rongrong, in the heat of the moment, didn't discern right from wrong, and joined in with Dai Mubai's angry tirade, each word sharp and sarcastic.
Dai Mubai was already in a bad mood because of Zhu Zhuqing's matter. Now, after being scolded by Ning Rongrong, he was instantly enraged. His face turned ashen, and he growled through gritted teeth, "Do you believe I'll rape you and then kill you, rape you again and kill you again!"
The moment those words were spoken, the scene froze.
Yang Chen frowned, unable to bear it any longer.
End of chapter _____