Soul Land—Chapter 73: Oops, It's Tang San's Betting Method
Shrek Academy, Flanders' Office.
Qin Ming was pulled in suspiciously by Flanders, who grinned mischievously. He obscenely rubbed his hands.
Qin Ming glared. "Dean, don't be like this. I'm straight."
"That's not necessarily true," Flanders replied with a smile.
What the hell? Qin Ming was shocked.
Flanders blinked and smiled even more, not caring about Qin Ming's reaction at all. Instead, he sat down on the chair behind his desk and crossed his legs.
"Qin Ming, you've graduated for many years, and now we meet again as the leader of Heaven Dou Royal Academy. I, the dean of Shrek, feel a little embarrassed."
Qin Ming hurriedly responded: "What are you talking about, Dean? I come from Shrek. Without Shrek, there would be no Qin Ming today."
He spoke sincerely. "Shrek Academy will always be my root. No matter where I go, this friendship will not change.
Also, although Heaven Dou Royal Academy is resource-rich, I still believe that our Shrek Academy has a unique charm and profound heritage."
For example, the unique running training method, the soul fighting arena training method, the simple dormitory he lived in for several years, and the rustic village toilet he used.
Flanders smiled even more upon hearing this. As expected of a student brainwashed and educated by Shrek, it's reliable to miss his alma mater so much.
He coughed twice.
"Right, right. Although our Shrek Academy isn't as large as Heaven Dou Royal Academy, we have our unique features.
However, the talent of our students is completely inferior to that of Heaven Dou Royal Academy. I didn't expect this year's Royal Fighting Team to be so strong, especially Ling Qianyao. Alas~~"
Flanders sighed to the sky, with a trace of envy and helplessness on his face.
"It's a pity that although the students we accepted this year are extremely talented, they are far below the little monsters in your team. I'm afraid my Shrek (Monster) Academy's reputation won't hold up," he lamented.
"Don't say that, Dean," Qin Ming comforted. "Shrek adheres to the philosophy that a soul master who dares not cause trouble isn't a good soul master. We foster a fearless spirit in our students. That spirit cannot be replaced by talent alone."
Flanders nodded and sighed. "You're right. The spirit of Shrek Academy is indeed our most precious asset. But, having said that, we can't just rely on spirit to survive. Talent and strength are equally important."
He leaned over and hooked Qin Ming's shoulder. "How about you tell me the real reasons why Ling Qianyao and Dugu Yan have improved so quickly?"
"Uh," Qin Ming pondered for a moment. Ling Qianyao's situation wasn't a big secret for the forces in Heaven Dou City.
But the academy had ordered that whale glue and natural treasures should not be publicized outside.
After some hesitation, Qin Ming decisively chose to tell Flanders what he knew.
"Whale glue… Poison Douluo, a treasure from heaven and earth..."
A gleam flashed in Flanders' eyes. "Do you have this whale glue?"
Qin Ming shook his head. "About a year ago, the two empires and Spirit Hall secretly controlled the resources of this item. Many noble stocks were withdrawn or bought at low prices.
Now, whale glue has become a scarce resource. Even in Heaven Dou Royal Academy, only a few stocks remain for top students' practice. Its distribution and use are strictly monitored.
Additionally, this item is produced from marine whale soul beasts, and supply is unstable. As a result, the price of whale glue in the outside market has skyrocketed."
Flanders glared. "How much does it cost?"
Qin Ming thought for a moment. "The price rose rapidly a year ago; at one point, the amount dropped. But now, a thousand-year-old piece should cost several thousand gold soul coins, even tens of thousands for high-quality ones."
"Oh my god?" Flanders exclaimed, grimacing with a pained expression.
He didn't have that many gold soul coins to buy whale glue for Shrek's students.
"Clear Sky Douluo, I got the news. How to get the money is your business," Flanders said with a twitch of his mouth.
——
On the playground, Tang San and Ling Qianyao stood opposite each other.
"Are you sure you want to fight me?"
Ling Qianyao looked at Tang San with a hint of amusement. He chuckled. "Friend, this isn't fun."
Tang San frowned slightly. He stared at Ling Qianyao with determined eyes. "Brother Ling, I, Tang San, am not someone who likes to joke. I admit your soul power level is 42, while I am only 29.
But do you dare to bet with me?"
Ling Qianyao raised an eyebrow. It turned out to be a bet. He had to accept it now; otherwise, the rules of this world would allow Tang San's challenge to be rejected.
Originally, Ling Qianyao was still planning how to defeat Tang San, but the guy ran into the gun himself. Was it because Zhao Wuji let him win yesterday, giving him the illusion that he could beat a high-level enemy?
Or was he trying to regain some confidence?
"Bet?"
Tang San nodded. "That's right. If you don't use the third and fourth soul skills, you can use other weapons and external forces. We will only rely on the first two soul skills and combat techniques.
If you can defeat me within ten minutes, you win. If you fail within ten minutes, or if you use the third or fourth soul skill, you lose. How about that?"
Ling Qianyao looked at the others in the rest area in the distance. "Do you want to avoid it? It's embarrassing to lose."
"No need," Tang San said, his hand flashing as a blue silver grass appeared quietly in his palm. "I want to see if the gap between us is that big."
"Okay, I'll let you attack first."
"Then I won't be polite."
Tang San shouted lightly and moved, launching his attack.
"First soul skill—Blue Silver Entanglement!"
"Puff—" Ling Qianyao couldn't help it.
Several vines transformed from blue silver grass rapidly intertwined in the air, rushing straight toward Ling Qianyao and wrapping him tightly.
Tang San was delighted. "Second soul skill—Parasite!"
The blue silver vines entangling Ling Qianyao began to spit spores into his body, releasing neurotoxins to paralyze him.
Taking advantage of the gap, Tang San had already approached Ling Qianyao, his eyes turning purple.
"Second soul skill—Four Symbols Constellation Transformation."
"What?!" Tang San's eyes widened. The four symbols in the air radiated an indescribable sense of oppression.
In his disbelief, the Azure Dragon phantom turned into a light spot and purified the toxins.
The blue silver grass vines, now burned by flames transformed from the Suzaku phantom, disintegrated into ashes.
"Ah—"
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had a sensory function. As his strength grew, his sense of Blue Silver Grass became sharper. At this moment, he could feel the vines burning like his own nerves, a pain almost unbearable.
(End of this chapter)