Chapter 481: Love Remains the Same, Yet Things Have Changed and People Are No Longer the Same

"That Tang San, who had treated Yu Xiaogang’s words as imperial edicts since he was a child, that Tang San, whose breathing rhythm had to follow his teacher’s training plan, actually openly ignored Yu Xiaogang’s command?"

Amidst the dead silence,

Ma Hongjun muttered something that everyone could hear: "Damn... He’s rebelling."

Oscar beside him quickly nudged him with his elbow, signaling him to shut up.

Yu Xiaogang’s expression was so colorful that it could fill a research paper.

But these emotions came quickly and went just as fast.

In the end, all his expressions sank down, like a layer of ash covering burning charcoal.

All that remained on his face was a grayish dejection.

He slowly sat back in his original seat.

The moment his body sank into the chair, he suddenly felt several years older.

Just a moment ago, he had been smugly thinking in his heart that his authority was still rock-solid.

Thinking back on it now, it was simply ridiculously absurd.

So what if six people obeyed?

The most important one no longer listened.

When did Tang San start to change?

It was after he began to Cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer!

Yes, ever since then.

That youth who used to consult him about everything and say "Teacher is right" at every turn had gradually grown silent.

He no longer actively reported his Cultivation progress.

He no longer humbly consulted about tactical arrangements.

Even the way he looked at him during meals had changed from looking up to looking eye-to-eye.

When a student began to look at his teacher eye-to-eye, it meant he felt he no longer needed this teacher.

Yu Xiaogang’s lips trembled slightly.

Suddenly, he didn’t dare to think any further.

Because he was afraid the answer was—Tang San’s heart had long since discarded the two words "teacher".

The moment Tang San stepped onto the arena stage, the atmosphere of the entire audience changed abruptly.

The spectators who had just been mocking Shrek for all forfeiting instantly fell silent.

Everyone’s gaze was locked onto that stern-faced young man.

Tang San raised his right hand.

spirit power surged.

A giant hammer as dark as an abyss condensed out of thin air, crashing heavily into his palm.

The body of the hammer was pitch black, emitting a heavy sense of oppression.

The surrounding air was crushed and distorted by that majestic Aura.

Under this coercion, the stone slabs on the arena stage emitted a faint cracking sound.

Several cracks spread out from beneath Tang San’s feet, shooting straight towards Zhu Zhuqing’s direction.

On the arena stage, Zhu Zhuqing stood motionless against that coercion.

Her cat pupils contracted slightly, and the agility within her body was poised to strike.

Her thoughts had just cleared, and her entire state was at its Peak.

Even when feeling the terrifying oppressive force of the Clear Sky Hammer, she did not show the slightest bit of retreat.

The two were ten steps apart, their gazes intersecting.

One was as cold as ice.

The other was as still as a deep pool.

A suffocatingly tense atmosphere permeated the air.

That impending storm-like posture made the surrounding spectators not even dare to breathe heavily.

Everything was on the verge of breaking out.

But an extremely covert wave of spirit power pierced through the crowd, precisely drilling into Zhu Zhuqing’s ears.

"Zhuqing, step down."

The voice was unhurried, carrying a hint of lazy amusement.

It was Lin Qingmo.

"You’ve already done what you needed to do today. You don’t need to hard-resist something like the Clear Sky Hammer. If your hand gets hurt, my heart will ache."

The spirit power transmission slightly vibrated beside Zhu Zhuqing’s ear.

"Leave what comes next to someone more suitable."

Zhu Zhuqing’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

She didn’t turn her head, but the corner of her vision swept toward a certain direction in the spectator stands.

Lin Qingmo was leaning against the back of his chair with his arms crossed, revealing an ambiguous smile towards her.

The subtext of that expression was probably: "Be a good girl, listen."

The corners of Zhu Zhuqing’s mouth curved up imperceptibly.

The next second, she cleanly and neatly withdrew her battle stance and turned to leave.

There were no extra words, no explanations whatsoever.

Her footsteps were so brisk that she didn’t look like someone who had just fought a hard battle.

Instead, she carried a sense of unburdened detachment after shedding all her baggage.

Defeating Dai Mubai was enough.

As for Tang San—

Sorry, that wasn’t her job.

The moment Zhu Zhuqing jumped off the arena stage, the entire audience fell into commotion once again.

"She forfeited?"

"That’s not right. She was clearly the winner, why did she actively withdraw?"

"Who knows... Why are there so many people conceding in this tournament? Did I buy a ticket to watch people surrender?"

Only Tang San was left on the arena stage.

He frowned slightly.

His gaze flickered, following the direction of Zhu Zhuqing’s departure, vaguely capturing some abnormality.

She retreated too quickly, so quickly it defied common sense.

But he didn’t have time to think too much.

Because another person had already stood up.

Lin Qingmo turned his head, his peripheral vision sweeping toward his side.

Xiao Wu was sitting right next to him.

At this moment, this girl’s state could only be described in four words—brimming with Killing Intent.

She stared fixedly at the direction of Tang San on the arena stage.

Those eyes, usually bright and lively, were burning so fiercely right now that they were almost spitting fire.

Her long braid hung behind her, the tip of the braid actually swaying gently in a windless state.

That was the overflow reaction after her spirit power surged to a certain extent.

Tang San.

Tang Hao.

Every time she thought of these two names, Xiao Wu felt the fire in her chest burn even brighter.

The grudge of treating her as a spirit ring prey was something she could never forget in this lifetime.

Lin Qingmo took in all of Xiao Wu’s reactions, the corners of his mouth slowly curving into an arc.

He stretched lazily: "Xiao Wu."

Xiao Wu didn’t move, her gaze still nailed onto Tang San.

"Your chance to take revenge with your own hands has arrived."

This sentence was like a pebble thrown into a boiling wok of oil.

Xiao Wu shook all over, abruptly turning her head to look at Lin Qingmo.

Her pupils abruptly constricted in that instant, surging within them with far too many emotions.

Surprise, excitement, anticipation, Killing Intent... churning together, making her entire body tremble slightly.

Lin Qingmo tilted his head and signaled: "Go on up."

"Okay."

When she spat out this word, it was very light, but even the people beside her could hear the fierce ruthlessness within it.

Xiao Wu suddenly exploded into action!

Her long braid whipped out a tricky arc in mid-air, and her whole body soared into the sky, her posture as agile as a rabbit out of its cage.

She flipped half a turn in mid-air and landed steadily on the arena stage.

She stood precisely five steps directly in front of Tang San.

The moment she landed, her spirit power was released without reservation.

A wave of spirit power so thick it defied reason spread outwards with her as the center, causing the stone slabs on the arena stage to hum and vibrate.

That Aura was mixed with a hint of extremely covert bestiality.

The foundation of a 100,000-Year Soul Beast.

Even though she was now living in human form,

that powerful instinct carved deep into her bones was still churning within her body.

Xiao Wu stared straight at Tang San, the corners of her mouth pulling into a cold arc.

"Tang San."

She called his name, her tone not sounding like she was calling a former classmate.

It sounded more like pronouncing the crimes of an enemy.

"Have you ever thought there would be such a day?"

When Tang San saw that the person who jumped onto the arena stage was Xiao Wu, he was completely dumbfounded.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand was still raised high in mid-air, maintaining a posture ready to strike at any time.

But the five fingers gripping the handle tightened visibly by a circle.

That stiffness did not come from combat instinct.

Instead, it came from a fact he was unwilling to face yet unable to avoid.

The girl in front of him had once been one of the people he loved most in this World.

Now... it remained the same.

Unfortunately... things have changed and people are no longer the same.

(End of Chapter)

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