Yang Wudi spun around, his laughter tinged with fury, "A mere brat who hasn't even lost her baby teeth dares to challenge me! Old White Crane, don't blame me for showing no respect, I'll at least leave you and your sister alive!"
With a gentle yet unyielding push, he moved the White Crane back two steps. His gaze, dark and menacing, fixed on Tang Sui and Tang San. The air crackled with palpable tension, as if a heavy smoke of battle had descended.
"My brother and I fight honorably. We won't gang up on you. If you feel your body is still capable, then come at us one by one," Tang Sui's smile held a touch of frost.
Da Fei Chu, in perfect sync with his young master, immediately jeered, 'If this two-legged beast can even stand up!'
Two invisible forces collided in mid-air, kicking up dust that retreated in waves.
The White Crane, now aside, watched with a worried expression, wanting to speak. But Niu Gao held him back, whispering, "You can't reason with him, Old White Crane. Old Goat's temper… it's better to let strength do the talking."
Tang Sui stood her ground. Despite the imposing aura she exuded, clashing with Yang Wudi, her delicate, fair face lent her a deceptive air of innocence. "Senior Yang Wudi, would you dare to make a bet with my brother and me?"
At her words, the two from the Yu Clan, having been tricked once before, exchanged odd glances, watching the girl, who mirrored her brother's demeanor, smile so sweetly.
"A provocation? Hmph, very well! What do you want to bet on? How many rounds you can last against me, or how many rounds you both can last together?" Yang Wudi threw the challenge back.
Tang Sui's smile deepened, "A few rounds would be too dull. How about we bet on victory?"
As soon as she spoke, all eyes, except for Tang San's, widened in astonishment, falling upon the audacious Tang Sui.
Yang Wudi himself was taken aback by Tang Sui's bold statement, "Are you sure?"
"Let's call it the boldness of youth with great skill. If I win, then you must do one thing for me. If I lose, I can provide you with wealth, manpower, simulated cultivation environments, and methods to acquire domains. How about it?" Tang Sui asked leisurely, not at all aware of the shock her words were causing, not just to others, but even to Tang San.
"Domains?! From you?!" A shadow fell over Yang Wudi's face.
"Indeed," Tang Sui nodded slightly.
She had promised herself she wouldn't gamble herself again, unless there was no other choice.
Yuan Mian, who had seen through everything long ago, chuckled inwardly, 'This human is still too naive. She only mentioned the method of acquiring domains, but didn't guarantee success. Once they step into the Slaughter City, won't everything be under her control?'
Tang Sui smiled in her heart, 'If possible, I wouldn't want to resort to such a desperate measure.'
Undeniably, every point Tang Sui made struck a chord with him.
The simulated cultivation environment alone was tempting enough, let alone the mention of domains.
Such profound backing… Yang Wudi's gaze turned scrutinizing and oppressive.
"Can you guarantee that the resources you provide are genuine and have no connection to the Spirit Hall?!"
As for whether it was the Clear Sky School's doing?
Having once been in the Clear Sky School and having experienced the "looting" by Spirit Hall, Yang Wudi knew if the Clear Sky School had such capital.
"I can guarantee it, and naturally, it has nothing to do with Spirit Hall," Tang Sui stated with conviction.
Although the simulated cultivation environment was only for dangerous environments like the Slaughter God Domain, Shrek Academy had it.
She could sign a contract with Dean Flander and rent it out monthly.
"Hmph! Since you are so confident, then I accept. Let's see what you have to defeat me with!" Yang Wudi scoffed, making his stance clear, "Moreover, even with this bet, my previous words stand. I will only leave you with a breath left!"
"Old Goat! You can't!"
Seeing him prepare to get serious, the White Crane's expression changed again.
Yang Wudi raised his hand, "Old White Crane, no need to persuade me! I won't take advantage of her. If she can win against me, I'll agree to one, ten, or even a hundred such things! But today, I want to teach this little girl a lesson and show her the meaning of humility!"
Ma Hongjun's eyes widened, and he silently gave a thumbs-up.
Sui Sui's fishing skills are amazing! She's been tricked and is still counting the money!
Tang San, seeing his objective achieved, exchanged a glance with Tang Sui. Niu Gao thought for a moment, then led them to the courtyard where they had dueled the previous night, clearing the spacious area for them.
Tang Sui, standing at the familiar spot, took two steps back, establishing a five-meter safe distance between them, before cupping her fists towards Yang Wudi, "Then please, Senior, guide me."
Yang Wudi's fingers splayed slightly, and a spear nearly twelve feet long was firmly grasped in his hand.
The spear was entirely black, exceptionally sharp, its tip gleaming with a cold luster.
Its shaft was eight feet long, the spearhead about four feet wide, and the shaft as thick as a grown man's arm. Two yellow, two purple, and four black rings – eight optimally matched spirit rings – appeared simultaneously on the spear, orbiting the spirit of the Breaking Clan, the Soulbreaker Spear, emitting a dazzling radiance.
"Yang Wudi, Level 82 Attack-type Battle Douluo!" Yang Wudi, wielding the Soulbreaker Spear, gracefully twirled it before resting it on his back. He raised his chin towards Tang Sui and said,
"Little girl, aren't you going to release your martial soul?!"
Tang Sui closed her eyes, circulating both her demon and spirit power. Three masks, each with a distinct form, floated out of the void, surrounding her. A series of halos appeared in everyone's sight.
"Junior Tang Sui, Level 74 Support-type Tool Soul Saint."
Three purple, two black, two red.
Those two prominent crimson rings dyed the indoor light a deep crimson, illuminating the astonished faces of everyone present, save for Tang San, Titan, Talon, and Ma Hongjun who already knew.
"What?!"
"Two, two hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!"
"How old is she to have already reached Soul Saint!"
"Wait, Sui Sui's martial soul isn't the Clear Sky Hammer, and she's really a support-type spirit master?"
The last sentence was spoken by the belatedly realizing White Crane to Tang San.
Tang San smiled faintly, offering no reply.
Yang Wudi, recovering from his shock, looked deeply at Tang Sui's unusually proportioned spirit ring configuration. His gaze lingered on the two crimson hundred-thousand-year spirit rings for a few seconds. His initial contempt wavered, but didn't completely disappear.
Because…
"Your martial soul didn't inherit the Clear Sky Hammer, and you're a support-type spirit master?"
Yang Wudi's brow furrowed.
Even with Level 74 spirit power and two hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, she was a support-type! Without a powerful martial soul, how dared she confront him?
Tang Sui smiled, "You don't need to worry about that, Senior."
Yang Wudi: "? I'm not worried about you!"
"I know Senior Yang Wudi, you say one thing and mean another."
Tang Sui raised her hand, and just as a killing intent flared in Yang Wudi's eyes, she said, "But before we begin… Second Spirit Ability, Benevolent Face."
The deep purple spirit ring rippled, and a black-red healing light fell upon Yang Wudi.
Caught off guard, Yang Wudi's grip on the Soulbreaker Spear tightened, but soon he froze.
"My injuries… What are you doing?"
Feeling the internal wounds healing, Yang Wudi's brow furrowed, and he looked at Tang Sui with disbelief.
"My Second Spirit Ability, Benevolent Face, can quickly heal a spirit master's injuries, restore 70% of their spirit power, and clear all negative effects. You don't need to worry, as it has no side effects."
Tang Sui gave a smile devoid of warmth, "You just said yourself that you fought the Lower Four Sects who came to cause trouble and ended up mutually injured. And you rushed here to meet us. I presume your internal injuries haven't fully healed. If we are to fight, it should be at full strength."
The flicker of sympathy that had just arisen in Yang Wudi's heart shattered instantly with a 'crack'. He glared at the boastful young girl, "You!"
—Author's Note—
Yang Wudi: Give me back my heartfelt emotion!