As the spirit rings swirled, surging spirit power erupted like crashing waves.
A powerful shockwave was generated, rushing toward them and making it almost impossible to breathe.
"Dai Mubai, Spirit: White Tiger, Level 37 Battle Spirit Elder. Please enlighten me."
Amidst that unquestionable domineering aura, Dai Mubai clearly announced his Spirit and level.
This was undoubtedly a formal challenge issued to his opponent.
Tang San's eyes also changed slightly at this moment.
A faint purple hue swirled within his pupils.
He slowly raised his right hand, as if performing some kind of ritual.
A deep blue grass rope, as if endowed with life, suddenly grew out from his palm.
The leaves on these grass ropes appeared exceptionally slender.
But upon closer inspection, they were covered in tiny snake scales, exuding a strange aura.
At this moment, a white light surged from within Tang San's body.
The deep blue grass rope seemed to be stimulated by some mysterious power.
It underwent an earth-shattering change in an instant, transforming into a long staff.
At the same time, two white spirit rings rose from Tang San's body.
They swirled in the air, emitting a faint light, surrounding him.
"Tang San, Spirit: Blue Silver Grass Rope, Level 26 Tool Spirit Master. Please enlighten me."
"Blue Silver Grass Rope? What kind of novel thing is this? I have heard a little about Blue Silver Grass..."
Dai Mubai's brow couldn't help but twitch.
He widened his eyes, his gaze locked tightly onto Tang San.
Originally, he thought the other party was a hidden expert.
But he didn't expect the Spirit to be so inconspicuous!
Moreover, those two spirit rings were the lowest grade white ones, a mere 10 years?
Dai Mubai frowned and asked, full of confusion: "Why is your first spirit ring translucent white? This is too strange, right?"
Facing the questioning, Tang San calmly quoted Grandmaster's classic remark: "There are no useless Spirits, no useless spirit rings, only useless Spirit Masters."
"Well said! Then let me test it myself..."
Dai Mubai's eyes lit up, he nodded, his tone carrying a bit of admiration, "Let's see what is so extraordinary about this so-called Blue Silver Grass Rope Spirit of yours!"
Before the words had even faded, he completed his Spirit manifestation, and his entire being seemed transformed, his aura changing drastically.
His white hair fluttered in the wind, and his body, filled with explosive power, was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, instantly rushing in front of Tang San.
The sharp claws on his ten fingers suddenly popped out, flickering with a cold light, aiming directly for his opponent's vital points.
Tang San's reaction was extremely fast; he made a judgment in an instant and quickly retreated to the side.
Utilizing Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he made his figure like a ghost.
At the very moment Dai Mubai's attack was about to land, he skillfully dodged the opponent's offensive.
The grass staff in his hand also quickly poked out.
The blue-black grass rope at the tip was like a tentacle, rushing violently toward Dai Mubai's body.
It bound Dai Mubai's body, presenting a unique turtle-shell binding state.
It actually looked somewhat perversely artistic.
A light flickered in Dai Mubai's evil eyes: "Tang San, your hobbies are quite unique!"
Feeling the restraint from the grass rope, he did not show the slightest panic.
His whole body was covered by surging spirit power, as if wearing invisible armor.
He swung his hands forcefully, and powerful strength erupted instantly, breaking the grass rope on his body.
"Remember, the attack power of a Beast Spirit is always stronger than a Tool Spirit."
Dai Mubai's voice carried disdain: "Although your Blue Silver Grass Rope is quite powerful and exceeded my expectations, it ultimately cannot trap me."
Before his words had even finished, his figure moved again.
He appeared instantly on Tang San's left side.
His movements were crisp and clean, directly knocking Tang San unconscious.
Afterwards, he demanded the room key from Manager Wang and strode toward the room on the top floor.
Duan Yuanchen feigned surprise and said: "Xiao Wu, this place doesn't seem very suitable for us... Let's go!"
Xiao Wu's gaze did not linger too long on the matter of Tang San being taken away.
She shrugged indifferently.
Then, she followed Duan Yuanchen's pace and walked out of the hotel entrance.
She asked casually: "A-Chen, where are we going next?"
Soto City was much larger than Nuoding City, and the hotels and inns here were dazzling.
There were both high-end luxury hotels and inns that were slightly inferior but offered good value for money.
Strolling down the street, after looking around carefully, they finally selected a suitable inn.
The next day, when the sky turned a fish-belly white.
The two set off from the south gate of Soto City, heading toward their destination.
"A-Chen, do you know the specific location of Shrek Academy?"
Xiao Wu turned her head to look at Duan Yuanchen, her eyes filled with confusion.
Along the road to the south, there were vast, boundless farmlands on both sides, lush with greenery and full of vitality.
Soto City, as the grain capital of the Balak Kingdom.
This title was not an empty reputation; the scene before them was the best proof.
However, apart from these farmlands.
They looked out, and as far as their eyes could see, they did not see any buildings that looked like an academy.
"Grandmaster did indeed tell us the address before."
Duan Yuanchen scratched his head, somewhat helplessly closing the Book Martial Soul in his hand: "He said to follow the road, and not far away we would be able to see Shrek Academy."
"A-Chen."
Xiao Wu suddenly called out sweetly, her voice carrying a hint of coquetry.
Duan Yuanchen turned to look at her, and seeing this appearance, shook his head helplessly: "It's not like your feet hurt and you can't walk, why do you still want me to carry you?"
Xiao Wu didn't care at all, giggling: "I don't care, I just want you to carry me."
Before the words faded, she lunged at Duan Yuanchen, her movements so swift that it caught him off guard.
Duan Yuanchen was long accustomed to such little tricks.
He gently supported her with both hands, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and took the opportunity to carry Xiao Wu on his back.
"A-Chen, look over there, there's a small village!"
Xiao Wu, lying on Duan Yuanchen's back, suddenly saw the scene in the distance.
About a mile ahead, there was indeed a small village.
The scale was not large, estimated to be just over a hundred households.
It was even smaller than Saint Spirit Village.
A wooden fence surrounded the village, appearing simple and quiet.
At the entrance of the village, quite a few people seemed to have gathered.
It looked bustling, and they didn't know what lively event was happening.
After hearing Xiao Wu's words, Duan Yuanchen smiled and said: "Let's go over and take a look!"
Xiao Wu stretched out her finger, pointing forward, with a playful smile on her face: "Speed up!"
Duan Yuanchen lightly patted her raised buttocks, with a bit of helplessness: "Stop messing around, I'm starting."
Afterwards, he exerted a little force under his feet and quickly ran toward the village.
In the process, he clearly felt the soft sensation coming from his back.
That was Xiao Wu using a unique part of her body to give him a back massage.
Over the years, he had constantly used the Book Martial Soul to fine-tune Xiao Wu's figure.
Making her development even more outstanding than her peers.
Duan Yuanchen couldn't help but feel some emotion in his heart, wanting to slow down his pace and properly enjoy this moment of tranquility.