Douluo Dalu 1: The Tang Family Rebel

Chapter 69 to 71 has just been Canon recap. The OG Author is just using it to fatten up his novel

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Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The surrounding diners watched in shock as five students from Canghui Academy rushed forward, only for two of them to be effortlessly thrown out by a petite yet fierce girl in an instant.

The teacher from Canghui Academy was equally stunned by Xiao Wu's swift and efficient attack. Enraged, he bellowed, "Idiots, use your martial souls!"

On the sidelines, Oscar rubbed his eyes hard in disbelief and muttered, "Damn, that's brutal. Lucky for me, I never pissed off your girl, Tang San."

Tang San merely smiled. At that moment, Dai Mubai stood up again and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Wu, step back. We men are here. There's no need for you girls to fight."

In a flash, Dai Mubai had already positioned himself beside Xiao Wu. She turned her head to look at Tang San, and after seeing him nod at her, she calmly retreated without making another move. Meanwhile, Fatty Ma Hongjun hastily took two big bites of food, reluctantly put down his meal, and walked forward to stand beside Dai Mubai. His pudgy hands clenched together, producing a series of cracking sounds.

Tang San walked toward Xiao Wu and swapped positions with her, now standing on Dai Mubai's other side.

Three teenage boys stood against five young men. At first glance, Tang San and his companions appeared at a disadvantage, but was the difference in strength truly as it seemed?

Because Xiao Wu hadn't used her martial soul earlier, the two guys she had thrown out were only dazed and disoriented but not seriously injured. Now, regrouping, the five Canghui Academy students were seething with rage. Without hesitation, they activated their martial souls.

They refused to believe that, as students of an advanced soul master academy, they would lose to a few kids.

In an instant, radiant lights burst forth, revealing their soul rings—one white, one yellow for each of them, signifying a ten-year and a hundred-year soul ring, respectively. The five were all Battle Soul Masters, consisting of two Tool Soul Masters and three Beast Soul Masters. The two Tool Souls were a spear and a trident, while the three Beast Souls were a deer, a goat, and a horse. Judging purely by their martial souls, none of them seemed particularly strong.

Seeing their opponents activate their martial souls, a smirk of disdain grew in Dai Mubai's evil eyes. "So, these are so-called advanced academy students? Still using ten-year soul rings? Brothers, show them what real soul rings look like!"

The eldest student of Shrek Academy, the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, had never been one for pleasantries—a fact Tang San had realized from their very first meeting. If you couldn't earn Dai Mubai's respect through sheer strength, his arrogance would never waver.

"White Tiger, Possession!"

A dazzling white glow erupted from Dai Mubai's body. He spread his arms wide, puffing out his chest, as his bones crackled and his muscles swelled, stretching his clothes taut. Every muscle became sharply defined beneath his attire, and even the air around him seemed to grow more turbulent.

His golden hair instantly turned black and white, with white being the dominant color, and a few streaks of black running through it. Four faint markings emerged on his forehead—three horizontal, one vertical—forming the character "王" (king).

His hands underwent the most dramatic transformation, growing to twice their original size and becoming covered in white fur. His ten fingers flexed, revealing and retracting razor-sharp claws, each as long as eight inches and gleaming with a chilling sheen.

He hunched slightly forward, his deep blue pupils exuding an icy killing intent, radiating a forceful presence. Around his feet, three soul rings lit up in succession—two yellow, one purple. The moment his thousand-year soul ring appeared, an overwhelming wave of soul power surged outward, pressing down on their opponents.

Perhaps due to martial soul suppression, the three Beast Soul Masters from Canghui Academy instinctively shuddered and took a few steps back.

After all, in the face of a tiger, how could a deer, a goat, or a horse not feel fear?

Especially when Dai Mubai's third soul ring was a thousand-year soul ring—an existence that shook them to their core.

As Dai Mubai released his martial soul, Tang San and Ma Hongjun followed suit, unveiling their own strengths.

"Phoenix, Possession!"

A surge of purple-red light erupted from Ma Hongjun's body. His short hair suddenly grew longer and gathered in the middle, forming a Mohawk-like style. Two yellow soul rings rose from beneath his feet, and long feathers extended from his thick, muscular arms. His hands morphed into clawed talons.

A scorching heat radiated around him, and despite being shorter than the Canghui Academy students, the moment his purple flames burst forth, his aura changed entirely. Paired with Dai Mubai's White Tiger martial soul, their combined pressure was suffocating.

Tang San's martial soul, on the other hand, remained relatively calm. Two yellow rings appeared at his feet as dense Blue Silver Grass silently spread outward, surrounding him protectively.

There was no need to even make a move. The moment Dai Mubai released his third soul ring, the five Canghui Academy students completely lost their will to fight. They understood all too well how insurmountable a one-ring difference in power could be, let alone when the opponent's third soul ring was at the thousand-year level—something they had no hope of overcoming.

What frustrated them even more was that these youths were clearly younger than them, yet their strength had already surpassed their own.

"Stop."

The Canghui Academy teacher finally stepped in, gesturing for his students to stand down.

Though his students felt bitter, the teacher himself was deeply shaken. He realized that each of these three boys before him, whether the slightly older one in the middle or the two seemingly twelve or thirteen-year-olds beside him, were all absolute geniuses.

Especially the one in the center. He looked no older than seventeen, yet he already had three soul rings, reaching the Soul Elder level—a feat unheard of. And that thousand-year soul ring… it was blindingly intimidating.

This teacher, named Ye Zhiqiu, was no fool. He knew that regardless of the outcome, it was best not to provoke these prodigies. Some trouble simply wasn't worth it.

"I am Ye Zhiqiu, the Head of External Affairs for Canghui Academy. May I ask which sect you belong to?"

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu walk up and withstand the oppressive aura of his soul power without even activating his martial soul, Dai Mubai grew wary. This middle-aged man was clearly far stronger than he was.

"We're from Shrek Academy," Fatty declared proudly before Dai Mubai could answer. As he spoke, he blatantly leered at the only female student from Canghui Academy.

Ye Zhiqiu hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with thought. It was clear he wasn't familiar with Shrek Academy. "Shrek Academy? Never heard of it."

Dai Mubai sneered, "That's because you're ignorant."

Realizing they weren't from some major sect, Ye Zhiqiu felt a mix of relief and frustration. He had always believed his students were outstanding, but now, standing before these monsters, he found himself humbled.

However, backing down completely would mean humiliating Canghui Academy in front of so many spectators. If his students couldn't regain face, then he, as their teacher, had to.

"Xuanwu, Possession!"

A black ripple spread out from Ye Zhiqiu's body, forcefully pushing back the auras of Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun. His limbs shrank slightly, while a massive turtle shell emerged on his back, radiating dark light. Five soul rings—one white, two yellow, two purple—rose around him. He was a Rank 50+ Soul King.

A collective gasp filled the restaurant. After all, Soul Kings were rare, even capable of holding noble titles in smaller kingdoms.

Dai Mubai's expression darkened as he exchanged glances with Tang San. Tang San nodded slightly and reached for his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges. Against a vastly stronger opponent, only a well-placed hidden weapon could turn the tide.

The tension in the restaurant was palpable, with all eyes on the confrontation between the two sides.

Ye Zhiqiu's voice rang out coldly, "You children don't know better. You shouldn't speak so recklessly. Now, call your teacher out here."

Fatty Ma Hongjun sneered, "With you, old tortoise? You think you can take on our teacher? We're more than enough to handle you ourselves."

The owner of the restaurant, desperate to avoid any further conflict, rushed out and begged, "Gentlemen, please, don't fight in my small shop! It's a small business, a small business…"

Ye Zhiqiu, a man with a Xuanwu martial soul, was particularly sensitive to the term "tortoise." His patience snapped. He had only intended to intimidate the youths in front of him, not to escalate the situation. But now, having been insulted, he was ready to teach them a lesson.

With an ironic smile, Ye Zhiqiu said, "Fine, I'll teach you and your teacher a lesson. Let's take this outside."

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Yun Chuan observed quietly. Seeing how things were unfolding, he muttered, "A lesson wouldn't hurt. Let them experience the harsh beatings of society."