As soon as he said these words , Flanders suddenly raised his voice , and even changed his tone .
"Xiaogang! You're crazy!"
"Plunder the soul master's soul power?!"
"Isn't that...isn't it just murder and stealing the soul!"
After Fran finished speaking, his chest heaved violently, obviously shocked by Yu Xiaogang's earth-shattering idea.
Yu Xiaogang slowly turned around, his back facing the emotional Flanders.
His voice was still steady.
"Fland, what is the purpose of your Shrek Academy?"
"Only accept monsters, not ordinary people."
"Xiao San's talent is unique among ten thousand."
"Since his Blue Silver Grass has such characteristics, if we don't help him explore and find the fastest way to become stronger, who will help?"
He paused, with a hint of desolation in his tone.
"What's more, has there ever been an absolute clear distinction between right and wrong in things in this world?"
Some vague fragments flashed uncontrollably in Yu Xiaogang's mind.
I used to be very high-spirited, but I was ridiculed and ostracized due to the mutation of my martial soul.
Those contemptuous, pitiful, and gloating faces intertwined into an invisible web that once suffocated him.
In order to prove himself and for those so-called theories, how much he paid and how much he lost.
Without strength, who can he protect? !
“In order to become stronger, in order to protect the people you want to protect, sometimes some necessary means are unavoidable.”
Yu Xiaogang continued.
These words seemed to be addressed to himself and to Tang San.
Tang San has been listening silently.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.
"The teacher is right."
His voice had no waves at all.
"There is no absolute good or evil in this world."
"People can have their own creeds, but everyone is different. If others believe in the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest, but you don't have the strength, how can you reason with others?"
In this life, without the constraints of the Tang Sect, he just wants to become stronger, strong enough to control his own destiny and protect everything he values.
He looked at Yu Xiaogang, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
"I agree with the teacher's suggestion."
"But..."
Tang San paused.
"I need a mask."
Obviously, he did not want to expose himself through this method.
Flender looked at the two masters and apprentices in front of him. One was terrifyingly calm, and the other agreed simply.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat was a little dry.
Yu Xiaogang's words are not completely unreasonable.
The philosophy of Shrek Academy is to cultivate monsters.
As for Tang San, he had undoubtedly seen a real monster!
It’s just that this method...
There was a war between heaven and man in his heart.
After a long time, Flanders sighed heavily.
"That's all, that's all!"
"You two, master and disciple, look like absolute lunatics!"
There was a wry smile on his face.
"Since you have already decided, it is useless for me to say more."
"There is no place for a suitable "experiment"."
Flender rubbed his forehead and seemed to be organizing his words.
"In Tiandou City, there are many desperadoes, whether it is the official large spirit fighting arena or the underground spirit fighting arenas that harbor filth and evil." People die on the stage every day."
"If you do something there, no one will pursue it, and no one will care about the life or death of a loser."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes flashed.
Flanders looked at Yu Xiaogang's resolute back, and then at Tang San, whose face was expressionless but his eyes were unusually bright. He shook his head again and followed.
Not long after, in a remote corner of Tiandou City, there was an inconspicuous building underground.
This place is completely different from the glamor on the ground.
The air was filled with the strong smell of sweat, blood, and an almost crazy excitement.
The dim lights flickered, barely illuminating a rough stone soul-fighting platform in the center.
There were crowds of people under the stage, shouts, curses, and bets coming and going, forming a noisy wave that almost overturned the underground space.
When Tang San walked out of the shadow of the entrance, he had already put on a large black cloak, covering his entire figure.
On his face, he wore a ferocious mask with a ferocious face that he took from Flanders.
The mask covered most of his face, only revealing a pair of cold eyes.
Flender and Yu Xiaogang were standing at the edge of a relatively quiet auditorium not far from the Soul Fighting Stage.
Flender lowered his voice and warned Tang San who was about to take the stage.
"No one cares about their life or death, and you don't have to worry about anything."
Yu Xiaogang simply said.
"Pay attention to safety."
He believed in Tang San's judgment and strength.
Tang San nodded and said nothing.
He took steps towards the Soul Fighting Platform.
A steward in charge of registration glanced at Tang San's outfit.
"Code name?"
"Thousand-Armed Shura."
Tang San's voice came out through the mask, with a deliberately altered hoarseness.
Soon, the host used his inflammatory voice to introduce the upcoming duel to the noisy audience.
"Everyone! Next up is our ever-victorious general, the mountain-climbing axe with martial souls and soul power level 38, "Crazy Axe" Mundo!"
With the host's introduction, a middle-aged soul master with an unusually tall stature, bulging muscles, a face full of flesh, and fierce eyes walked onto the soul-fighting platform holding a huge mountain-climbing ax.
With every step he took, the Soul Fighting Platform seemed to be trembling slightly.
The audience suddenly erupted into deafening cheers and whistles.
"Crazy Axe! Tear him to pieces!"
"Mundo!"
The host waited for a break from cheering before pointing to Tang San on the other side who had just stepped onto the stage.
"And his opponent is a new face! Codenamed "Thousand-Armed Shura"! Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass, Soul Power Level 35!"
Compared to Mundo's appearance, Tang San's side seemed much deserted.
Most of the people in the audience looked at Tang San's thin figure, as well as the cloak and mask that pretended to be mysterious, and booed and taunted him with disdain.
"Ha! Senju Shura? I think he's going to die as a ghost!"
"With such a small body, is it big enough for Mondo's axe?"
"Boy, it's still too late to kneel down and beg for mercy, don't wait until you pee your pants!"
Various obscene remarks were heard endlessly.
"Crazy Axe" Mendo also opened his mouth wide, revealing his yellow teeth, and looked at Tang San with contempt.
"Boy, are you wearing a mask because you are afraid of being seen crying?"
"I'll break your bones one by one later!"
The referee seemed quite calm, and he was used to this kind of scene.
He simply read out the rules.
There are no rules, just one, life or death.
Then, he raised his hand high and waved it down suddenly.
"Soul fighting! Begin!"
In an instant, Tang San's body surged with soul power.
He did not make any unnecessary moves, nor did he pay attention to the provocations of his opponents and the ridicule of the audience.
The Bluesilver Grass martial spirit is released instantly.
Each piece of bluesilver grass is like the toughest steel cable, with a metallic luster shining on its surface, and a chilly aura that makes one's heart palpitate.
Subsequently, dozens of jet-black bluesilver grasses were like poisonous snakes under command, entangling towards "Crazy Axe" Mundo from all directions at an astonishing speed.
Mondo shouted angrily, his soul ring lit up, and the giant ax in his hand swept out with a sound of breaking wind, trying to cut off these strange vines.
However, the dark blue silver grass was extremely tough. A few roots were cut off, but more instantly wrapped around his hands, feet and body, greatly restricting his movement.
The moment Mondo was restrained by the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San moved.
Haunted by ghosts!
While dodging several attacks from the opponent on the soul-fighting stage, he pulled out blurry afterimages, approaching Mondo instantly at an incredible angle and speed.
Under the mask, Tang San's eyes were cold.
His right hand condensed, and a short knife made of jet black blue silver grass appeared in his hand.
"Pfft——"
Without any hesitation, the blue silver grass dagger stabbed into Mondo's chest accurately and swiftly.
The grim smile on Mondo's face was instantly replaced by panic and severe pain.
He wanted to resist, but found that while his body was bound by the blue silver grass, a terrifying suction force came from the pitch black short knife.
The soul power and life force in his body leaked out like a flood.
Mondo's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. He opened his mouth wide and let out a scream that was too shrill to sound like a human voice.
However, his screams soon became fainter until they stopped abruptly.
Not only the soul power and vitality, but also the original power of his martial spirit was being crazily plundered and absorbed by Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.
The whole process was breathtakingly fast.
In just a few dozen seconds, the arrogant "Crazy Axe" Mundo was completely transformed into a skinny mummy, and fell to the hard stone soul fighting platform with a "bang".
The entire underground spirit fighting arena fell into a strange dead silence at this moment.