Douluo : I steal tang san's luck

Since physical attacks weren't working, Flender switched to magic damage!

"First Spirit Ability—Sky-Piercing Eagle Strike!"

Flender's spirit power erupted, sending a ferocious energy shockwave toward Tang Lan, trying to shake his body from within.

But when the energy entered Tang Lan's body—it completely vanished.

—Undying Seal Technique!

Then, in the next exchange, Flender felt something… familiar.

Wait a minute.

This… was his own spirit power?!

What the hell?!

Tang Lan's energy redirection technique could even steal spirit power?!

The longer they fought, the more Flender felt his spirit power draining—and Tang Lan just kept getting stronger!

For the first time in a long while…

Flender felt like he might actually get exhausted to death.

His confidence wavered.

He was a dignified Rank 78 Spirit Saint!

Yet he was being held down by a Rank 40 brat?!

From the sidelines, Dai Mubai and the others were watching with increasingly weird expressions.

Flender couldn't let this go on!

Otherwise—

His dignity as the headmaster would be completely ruined!

"Sixth Spirit Ability—Golden Owl Cat!"

The golden armor that had disappeared returned once more.

Flender grabbed the Thunderflame Clear Sky Hammer, using his superior spirit power to forcefully halt the Random Wind Hammer Technique.

But—

The hammer's power suddenly surged!

Tang Lan immediately switched to Heavenly Strike!

"Boom—!"

Flames and lightning exploded across Flender's body, dimming the golden armor's glow.

His hands trembled as he barely withstood the attack.

He let out a sigh of relief.

"It ends here!"

"Second Spirit Ability—Cat's Eye!"

—Target locked!

"Fourth Spirit Ability—Eagle Claw Slash!"

Ten razor-sharp energy blades curved around, attacking Tang Lan from both sides!

Tang Lan quickly dodged, retreating while using Rippled Steps to move swiftly across the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor vines.

But this time, the energy blades followed him like guided missiles!

They curved around obstacles and chased him relentlessly!

With no choice—

Tang Lan unsummoned the Thunderflame Clear Sky Hammer and reformed it in his hands.

Then, he began spinning rapidly, forming a series of light shields around him.

—Clear Sky Barrier!

At the same time, the nearby Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor vines wove together into a shield in front of him.

The energy blades sliced through the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor, then slammed into the Clear Sky Barrier!

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

The battlefield echoed with the sound of continuous impacts.

Tang Lan's golden aura flared, his Undying Seal Technique operating at full power.

In the end—

He emerged completely unharmed!

He had taken on the fifth spirit ability of a Rank 78 Spirit Saint—head-on!

Of course—

The price was a 30% drop in his internal power.

But it wasn't a big deal.

With Nine Yang Divine Art running at full capacity, his internal power recovered continuously.

And the Undying Seal Technique had absorbed a significant amount of spirit power, which he could use in his next attack.

But…

"Ahhh—!"

Tang Lan let out a dramatic cry, flying backward.

Along the way, the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor vines tried to catch him, but were shattered one by one.

"Boom—!"

He crashed to the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

The impact was deafening.

Xiao Wu's heart clenched!

She rushed forward, her face full of worry.

Only Flender remained skeptical.

Then, he understood.

This kid…

He's got some tricks up his sleeve.

As the dust settled—

Tang Lan was kneeling on one knee, leaning on the Thunderflame Clear Sky Hammer for support.

His clothes were disheveled, his hair a mess, and his face pale like he had suffered internal injuries.

With his handsome features, he looked like a wounded warrior, making Zhu Zhuqing's normally cold heart beat a little faster.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu was devastated!

「Don't worry, I'm fine.」 Tang Lan spoke to her through spiritual link. 「If I don't act like this, Headmaster Flender's reputation will take a hit.」

Xiao Wu froze.

Then, she quickly hid her concern, giving Flender a weird glance.

She lowered her head to avoid exposing the slight smirk on her lips.

By now, Zhu Zhuqing and the others had also gathered around.

"I got a big sausage for you!"

Oscar handed over a few Recovery Sausages, and Tang Lan took them without hesitation.

—As long as he selectively ignored the incantation, the taste was actually pretty good.

They restored a small amount of internal energy.

As Tang Lan let go of his spirit power control, his complexion returned to normal.

He turned to Flender with a respectful look.

"Thank you, Headmaster, for showing mercy. I overestimated myself."

Flender, despite his thick skin, felt a little embarrassed.

A student this good at playing along—he couldn't just be inconsiderate in return.

So, he immediately responded with praise:

"I was relying on my higher spirit power level. If it weren't for my sixth spirit ability's defense, the outcome of this battle would've been uncertain."

"At the same rank, Xiao Lan, you're unbeatable."

"Against opponents within ten levels, unless they have a supreme martial soul, you'll still win."

"Even against enemies twenty levels higher, if they can't break through your siege, they'll be drained to death."

"Of course, this advantage will shrink as levels increase and spirit ring years balance out."

"But until a Spirit Saint (Rank 70+) obtains their Martial Soul Avatar, the gap won't be too big."

That evaluation…

Was insanely high!

Tang Lan nodded in understanding.

He finally knew his upper limits.

"Wow! Big Brother, you're amazing!" Xiao Wu exclaimed in admiration.

The others nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, a few glanced at Tang San.

They didn't say it out loud, but…

Everyone understood the implication.

Same parents.

Why was the difference this huge?

"Ahem!" Flender cleared his throat loudly. "Are you all done running laps? Or are you skipping dinner?"

Everyone jolted—and scrambled away in a panic.

"Ma Hongjun, stay behind."

Once the others left,

Flender turned to Tang Lan with an approving look.

"Xiao Lan, aside from group activities, you're free to arrange your own training schedule from now on."

Since Tang Lan had given him face, Flender had to return the favor.

Tang Lan grinned.

"Thanks, Headmaster."

Then, Flender turned to Ma Hongjun and scolded—

"I heard you had a conflict with Xiao Lan yesterday? Was it because you were running your mouth again? Apologize—now!"

Ma Hongjun had just witnessed Tang Lan's terrifying combat power firsthand.

He was already scared stiff.

Hearing Flender's words,

He immediately nodded and bowed as he apologized.

"I was being an idiot yesterday! I swear I won't ever do it again!"

"Brother Lan, please be merciful and forgive me!"

Flender then turned to Tang Lan, waiting for his response.

Tang Lan shrugged.

"Since the Headmaster is asking, let's just let it go."

Ma Hongjun let out a huge sigh of relief.

Now he could spend the next few years at Shrek without constantly fearing for his life.

He thought that was the end of it.

But then—

"Xiao Lan, I have a personal request."

Flender suddenly looked a little awkward.

"During our fight, I noticed your spirit power is pure and full of yang energy. It seems to counter dark and evil forces?"

"Hongjun's martial soul mutation left him with an innate 'evil fire' that affects his personality."

"Can you try purging it?"

"Or maybe use your Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor to absorb it?"

Damn.

Flender really cares about his student.

Perfect.

Tang Lan had already planned to use this chance to "tame" Ma Hongjun.

So, he nodded immediately.

"I'll give it a shot."

He placed a hand on Ma Hongjun's shoulder and infused the pure yang energy of the Nine Yang Divine Art into his body.

The moment it entered—

He immediately encountered a strange energy.

It was both scorching hot and sinisterly evil.

It had merged with Ma Hongjun's spirit power, making it incredibly hard to separate.

Tang Lan pushed his Nine Yang energy further, transforming it into a blazing sun—

Any dark energy that touched it was instantly dissolved.

But at the same time—

The fiery essence within Ma Hongjun's spirit power was also burning away.

His originally high-quality spirit power was rapidly weakening.

It was a double-edged sword—hurting both the enemy and himself.

Tang Lan quickly retracted his Nine Yang energy, frowning deeply.

Not because it was impossible to fix.

For example, if Ma Hongjun practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art, it wouldn't just eliminate the problem—

It would actually boost his cultivation.

But…

"Ma Hongjun, you should already know this, right?"

Tang Lan suddenly asked.