Tang San was shocked to see Yu Xiaowei so easily take a strike that he had launched with all his strength.
It must be known that his soul power was now at level 32, and his Xuanyu hand was as hard as stone, unmatched even by his past experiences in Soto City.
How could Yu Xiaowei receive it so effortlessly?
And what about the poison?
Why wasn't Yu Xiaowei reacting to the Queen Blossom's poison?
"Is that all you've got?"
There was no ripple in Yu Xiaowei's calm voice, but Tang San could clearly hear a strong tone of mockery in it.
Shocked and enraged, Tang San's eyes shone with purple light. At the same time, the ten fingers on both hands moved lightly, and ten cold lights shot out, attacking ten vital points on Yu Xiaowei's body in succession.
Ding ding dang dang—
What terrified Tang San was that the Bone-Piercing Nails he had launched had no effect at all—they were all blocked by Yu Xiaowei.
What was even more terrifying was that aside from covering his eyes and lower abdomen with his hands, Yu Xiaowei didn't move at all.
Through his torn clothes, pieces of scale could be seen, and the nails made metallic sounds when hitting them, as if they had struck armor.
Yet Tang San didn't stop, continuing to use Ghost Shadow Phantom, flicking, sweeping, or throwing his hands forward, all kinds of lights directly shooting at Yu Xiaowei's vital points.
Swords, locust stones, golden arrows, bone-piercing nails—all sorts of hidden weapons kept flying out from Tang San's body.
The observing students were all stunned. There were so many hidden weapons—Yu Tianheng, Tailong, and others thought they might not be able to handle them—but even they couldn't harm Yu Xiaowei.
Seeing that none of his hidden weapons worked, Tang San became ruthless. Raising both hands, six sharp arrows pierced the air, heading directly toward Yu Xiaowei's unprotected face.
"Enough."
Yu Xiaowei shouted, raised his hand, caught the six arrows in his palm, and stepped toward Tang San.
However, just as he approached, a humming sound came from Tang San's chest. A mist with a tea-like aroma rushed at Yu Xiaowei, and a swarm of steel needles shot directly at his chest.
"Despicable scoundrel!!!"
Ning Rongrong, who had been watching, was furious. She immediately summoned the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Three soul rings shone brightly.
"The Nine Treasures have a name, first is: Strength."
"The Nine Treasures have a name, second is: Speed."
"The Nine Treasures have a name, third is: Soul."
Pointing with her left hand, three colorful lights enveloped Yu Tianheng. With a beautiful face full of killing intent, she shouted angrily,
"Nephew, break the legs of this shameless bastard who still attacked after being told to stop, and throw him out of the academy!"
The shout of "nephew" stunned Yu Tianheng, but he quickly reacted in shared anger, summoning his spirit to attack Tang San.
"Xiao San didn't mean to~~~"
Seeing Yu Tianheng about to strike, Xiao Wu quickly ran in front of him, spreading her arms to block him from attacking Tang San.
"Move aside."
Yu Tianheng said coldly, without any courtesy.
It was clearly a sparring match, but Tang San's attacks had been excessively brutal, each strike targeting vital points, which made him very displeased.
Worse, even after Yu Xiaowei called for a stop, the bastard kept attacking—and even used poison. No matter what, he had to be taught a lesson today.
"Rongrong, nephew, calm down. I'm fine."
Yu Xiaowei's voice made Yu Tianheng pause mid-punch and stare at him blankly.
Removing the steel needles from his chest, Yu Xiaowei's face darkened as he silently stared coldly at Tang San.
After a long while, he finally spoke.
"He's talented and has potential, but his heart is too cruel, and he lacks martial ethics. His mentality is flawed and needs correction."
"If he fails the assessment, he will not be allowed to join the Blue Tyrant Team!"
"Second nephew, take him to the confinement room to reflect. Don't let him eat. Only when he realizes his mistake and writes a 100,000-word self-criticism will he be released."
Tang San didn't say a word, but stared at Yu Xiaowei with a pale and expressionless face.
What kind of monster was this? Except for the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, he had used every method he could at this stage, but he couldn't even break Yu Xiaowei's armor.
Under Xiao Wu's weak pleading, Yu Tianheng took Tang San to the newly built confinement room.
A small dark room with no windows, pitch-black all day long.
After that unexpected event, the Blue Tyrant Team's assessment continued.
Among the battle soul masters, Yu Xiaowei and Yu Tianheng were unquestionably the best. The next ones selected were Tailong, Duguyan, and surprisingly, Zhu Zhuqing.
Huang Yuan and Jing Ling were quite dissatisfied with Zhu Zhuqing's selection—she was only level 28—but Yu Xiaowei's next words shut them up instantly.
"If Zhu Zhuqing can't reach level 30 within two months, I'll choose one of you to replace her."
As for the auxiliary soul master selection, it also surprised everyone. The second pick wasn't Jiangzhu, but Oscar.
But the reason was very convincing—his third soul skill, the flying mushroom sausage, allowed everyone to fly.
That was enough.
The next day, at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
In the middle of a rare desert oasis, a strange fairy grass grew.
The entire plant was pure white, without a trace of color. Its slender, curved leaves looked like the long neck of a swan.
Dugu Bo stared at it for a long time before asking in a trembling voice,
"Can this thing really make my poison capable of killing a Titled Douluo?"
He had been a Titled Douluo for many years. He knew very well that the reason his combat strength was so low was because his poison had become ineffective.
No other Titled Douluo at his level feared his poison.
Poison was his title.
Poison was also his pride.
Poison was the most cherished treasure of his life.
And yet, because of his poison, he was mocked as the weakest Titled Douluo.
It was an everlasting pain in his heart.
Even though his martial spirit had evolved into the Jade Scaled True Dragon, it was merely a tougher body.
What he wanted most was for his poison to become feared across the world, no longer only affecting those below the Titled rank.
He wanted the world to turn pale at the name "Poison Douluo."
Seeing Dugu Bo cry with joy, Yu Xiaowei hesitated before gritting his teeth and saying,
"Senior, if you take this, there are two possible outcomes."
"In the first case, you will become the strongest poison user on the continent. Even the super Douluos won't dare touch your poison."
"In the second case, you will…"
"No need to say more."
Dugu Bo interrupted Yu Xiaowei and stared reverently at the Snow Swan Kiss, as if on a pilgrimage.
"You little brat. This might be the last time I call you that, so listen carefully."
"All my wealth is hidden in a house at No. 170 Heaven Dou Street. If I die, give it to Yanyan in my name."
"All my life's knowledge is hidden at No. 331 Heaven Dou Street. There's a poison formation there. No one can enter without a title. Let your uncle retrieve it. If I die, it's yours."
"My precious granddaughter is now part of your Yu family. If I die, please take care of her."
Yu Xiaowei's eyes were filled with tears. Choked with emotion, he bowed deeply.
"Senior, I will remember everything."
"Why are you crying, you little brat? Do you think I'll definitely die? Hah! What a joke. I will become the most feared Poison Douluo on the continent!"
Dugu Bo's eyes sparkled. He wasn't afraid of death—he laughed heartily.
"Young man of the Yu clan, leave this place now. I'll come back to thank you when I succeed."
"I never thought I'd get a chance like this at my age. What joy! What joy!"
"Hahaha!!!"