Chapter 484: Beating the Son Is Not Enough, Next Target: His Father Tang Hao

A 14-year-old Spirit Emperor?

This makes no sense at all!

When Xiao Wu walked down the arena passage, the deafening cheers from behind were still echoing in her ears.

Just as she turned the corner, a figure pounced over.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu!!"

Ning Rongrong.

The usually dignified and reserved persona of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile princess shattered completely at this moment, leaving not even a scrap.

She grabbed Xiao Wu’s arms with both hands, the light in her eyes so bright it could be used as a flashlight.

Her mouth couldn’t stop, as if wound up like a spring.

"That last kick was so handsome!"

"When Tang San flew out, I almost stood up and applauded."

"No, I already stood up."

"You are really so handsome!!"

Xiao Wu’s head was shaken dizzy by her, and she was crying yet laughing: "Rongrong, my arms are still attached."

"That transformation of yours!"

Ning Rongrong had no intention of letting go at all.

"That temperament after the transformation, oh my god, do you know that all the male viewers were dumbfounded? They didn’t even know where to look!"

"...Is there something wrong with your focus?"

Bai Chenxiang walked over from behind, smiling warmly as she handed over a bottle of water.

Her gentle voice hid unvarnished satisfaction: "Fought beautifully, clean and neat."

"Thanks."

Xiao Wu took the water and took a big gulp.

"Not bad, Xiao Wu."

Dugu Yan leaned against the wall, her arms crossed: "Your Spirit Bone Skill is even more powerful than I imagined."

Pausing for a moment, the corners of her mouth curved up into a tiny arc: "But that transformation at the end... was truly shocking."

Xiao Wu curved her eyes.

Her peripheral vision swept across the other side of the passage.

Zhu Zhuqing stood there without stepping forward, leaving only a glance.

A quiet, understanding gaze that needed no explanation.

Among girls who had likewise been let down, some things didn’t need to be spoken aloud.

A single look was enough.

Xiao Wu imperceptibly nodded her head.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded as well.

The exchange between the two ended right there.

Lin Qingmo stepped forward.

He didn’t express excitement like the girls, nor did he offer praise, applause, or any superfluous actions.

He simply asked: "Are your thoughts unblocked?"

Xiao Wu draped the towel over her shoulder, tilting her head to think seriously for two seconds.

Then she grinned.

This smile was worlds apart from the coldness on the arena, carrying a bit of a young girl’s straightforwardness and a bit of unreasonable overbearingness.

"Halfway unblocked."

Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Xiao Wu clenched her fists, a flash of excessive seriousness crossing her eyes.

"Beating the son is not enough."

She said word by word: "One day, I’m going to beat up his father Tang Hao as well."

"Pfft!"

The water in Ning Rongrong’s mouth almost sprayed out, and she desperately covered her mouth, her eyes wide like copper bells.

The corners of Dugu Yan’s mouth twitched visibly to the naked eye.

...

The spread speed of the news was even faster than Xiao Wu’s Teleportation.

"Xiao Wu of the Royal Fighting Team, a 14-year-old Spirit Emperor."

These pieces of information exploded in the lodgings of every competing team in the Elite Tournament.

"Bang!"

Inside the resting room of the Thunder Team, a fist slammed onto the table, causing a teacup to bounce up and shatter all over the floor.

The team captain’s face was livid, and the veins on his temples throbbed violently.

"We could still figure something out against a Spirit King, but a Spirit Emperor... why is there a Spirit Emperor?"

In another room, an instructor of a seeded team swept all the tactical manuscripts on the table onto the floor, urgently summoning team members overnight to redeploy.

"The intelligence is completely ruined!"

"A hidden Spirit Emperor—who knows how many more cards they have hidden?"

"Anyone who thought they saw through the opponent’s bottom cards before is an idiot!"

More discussions spread in corridors, taverns, and letters transmitted overnight.

...

Shrek Academy’s team walked amidst the dispersing crowds, abnormally quiet.

Passersby in twos and threes excitedly discussed the battle just then.

Occasionally, someone recognized Shrek Academy’s uniform and cast a meaningful gaze.

No one spoke.

A dark cloud seemed to hang over the entire team.

Ma Hongjun walked for a long time with his hands shoved into his pants pockets, finally unable to hold it in anymore.

"Should I re-evaluate what kind of nonsense I’ve actually been cultivating all these years?"

Not a single person present could laugh, including himself.

Oscar leaned against a pillar in the corridor, arms crossed, unusually failing to pop out a single witty remark.

"A 14-year-old Spirit Emperor."

He muttered repeatedly: "She is stronger than all of us, stronger by a whole rank."

Tang San and Dai Mubai had hollow gazes.

The entire team was in a state of low pressure.

The teachers walked at the front of the team, equally silent.

Flender’s back was slightly more hunchbacked than usual.

This founder of Shrek Academy had seen too many geniuses rise and too many geniuses fall.

But the five words "14-year-old Spirit Emperor" still solidly exceeded the upper limit of his decades of cognition.

Yu Xiaogang didn’t utter a sound the entire way.

What was spinning rapidly in his head was not "Why is Xiao Wu so strong".

This question was too big with too many variables, and no conclusion could be deduced from existing information.

What he was thinking about was another matter.

That captain of the Royal Fighting Team.

That young man who sat in the audience the entire time and handed towels without changing expression, Lin Qingmo.

Was it him who cultivated Xiao Wu to this stage?

Or rather, was every step of growth of the entire Royal Fighting Team within this person’s planning?

If it was the latter...

Yu Xiaogang unconsciously clenched his fists tightly.

What was truly terrifying about this Royal Fighting Team was never any single member.

It was Lin Qingmo!

Tang San walked at the very back of everyone, maintaining a distance neither too close nor too far from the team.

His injuries had been simply treated, but his left arm still throbbed faintly.

The kick mark on his chest painfully reminded him how heavy that kick was.

It was also a reminder of how vast the distance was between himself and Xiao Wu.

He had heard all the discussions of the others.

"A 14-year-old Spirit Emperor defies common sense."

"The cultivation speed exceeds cognition."

"Unless her cultivation method exceeds everyone’s comprehension."

These confusions in Tang San’s mind pointed only to an answer he had known long ago but never dared to touch.

A 100,000-Year Soul Beast.

Xiao Wu was a Transformed 100,000-year Soft Bones Rabbit.

The cultivation speed of a 100,000-Year Soul Beast after being Transformed far surpassed humans, which was likely the foundation carved into her Origin.

Xiao Wu’s talent was not some "human-level Prodigy".

That was the natural outcome of 100,000 years of accumulation.

But understanding was one thing, and accepting failure was another.

He lowered his head, staring at the bandages soaked with blood on his wrist.

He had lost.

It was not a narrow loss, nor a narrow defeat.

He was crushed and kicked out of the arena.

The Clear Sky Nine Absolutes unleashed with all his might were torn to shreds by a single kick.

The sense of powerlessness from that moment was still blocked in his chest right now, like a thorn that couldn’t be pulled out.

And even more painful than losing was the look Xiao Wu gave him.

That chilling coldness that was worse than looking at a complete stranger.

He wanted to salvage things, he wanted to explain everything.

But Xiao Wu on the arena didn’t give him a chance to speak at all.

Salvaging things required strength, and explaining required qualifications.

He currently possessed neither of these two things.

Tang San clenched his teeth.

He wanted to grow stronger!

And the only person who could make him grow stronger in the shortest time was one person.

Tang San raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dispersing crowd, through the bustling dome, looking toward a certain unknown direction in the distance.

Father.

Tang Hao.

He strode forward, silently breaking away from Shrek’s team, disappearing at the end of the human tide.

No one noticed his departure.

Or rather, everyone noticed, but no one had any spare mind to ask him to stay.

(End of Chapter)

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