Douluo: Two brothers in douluo

Ning Rongrong's days had not been pleasant recently.

Almost no one paid her any attention.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were inseparable, sticking to each other like glue.

They simply couldn't be bothered with this little princess.

Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others, after witnessing her temper that day, had no intention of interacting with her either.

If they said the wrong thing and Ning Rongrong called a Titled Douluo to settle accounts, who could handle that?

They couldn't afford to provoke her, but they could certainly avoid her!

The most anxious of all was the usually fearless Xiao Wu.

Several times over the past few days, she had considered returning to the Star Dou Forest.

If Ning Rongrong's family Titled Douluo ever got bored and decided to drop by the academy to visit her…

Thus, Xiao Wu had been keeping the furthest possible distance from Ning Rongrong.

"What did I do wrong for them to treat me like this?"

Ning Rongrong looked utterly pitiful at the moment.

Of course, just how genuine that "pitiful" appearance was remained unclear.

Today, she wore a light blue dress, its hem just covering her knees, and a pair of crystal high heels adorned her feet. Her pure and innocent look was enough to evoke sympathy from anyone.

She stood at the very back of the group, and even Ma Hongjun, the closest to her, subconsciously leaned towards Oscar's side.

For the sake of his life, he decided to stay as far away from Ning Rongrong as possible.

"Today's lesson is practical combat training. Tang San, Xiao Wu, step forward!"

Flender faced the group, hands clasped behind his back, and gave his instructions.

Tang San and Xiao Wu instinctively took two steps forward and looked at Flender.

"Both of you are at rank 29…"

Before Flender could finish his sentence, Tang San interrupted.

"Dean, I've reached rank 30."

After Tang San spoke, Xiao Wu also chimed in.

"Dean, I've also reached rank 30."

Flender: "…"

Tang San and Xiao Wu had broken through to rank 30 two days ago.

Since the past two days had been rest days, Flender had no idea they'd succeeded.

Regaining his composure, Flender nodded and said, his tone slightly indifferent,

"Good. You're now the third and fourth students in Shrek Academy to reach rank 30."

"You've also broken Dai Mubai's record of reaching rank 30 at age thirteen. Well done!"

As for obtaining spirit rings, Flender didn't bring it up.

Zhao Wuji still hadn't recovered from his injuries—it had been nearly twenty days, and he was still bedridden.

It was clear just how vicious Tang Hao had been.

Every time Flender thought about it, he felt a surge of anger.

Not to mention Zhao Wuji, who was still lying there!

He was definitely planning to "take good care" of Tang San later.

"Since both of you have reached rank 30, Dai Mubai, step forward!"

Flender pushed up his glasses, a gleam of gold flashing in his eyes as he called to Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai, though puzzled, stepped forward as instructed. Flender continued,

"Dai Mubai, for this battle, you are not allowed to use flying abilities or your third spirit skill. Fight Tang San and Xiao Wu fairly!"

At Flender's words, Dai Mubai didn't care much. Honestly, he didn't even need to use his martial soul.

But Tang San and Xiao Wu were not pleased!

The two of them were both geniuses among geniuses—freaks, even!

To restrict Dai Mubai's abilities and call it a "fair fight"? What kind of fairness was that?

How little did Flender think of them?

"Dean, I object to this arrangement! This is unfair to Dai Mubai!"

Tang San's face darkened as he spoke.

Tang San was proud—how could he allow his opponent to fight while being shackled?

Even if he won, people would say he had an unfair advantage. He couldn't have his name tarnished like that!

After all, it was two of them against just one Dai Mubai…

Flender: "…"

Flender fell silent. Does this Tang San really want to get beaten up so badly?

The gap between a near-Spirit Elder and a near-Spirit Ancestor was ten entire levels!

Although Tang San and Xiao Wu were two people, the advantage still lay with Dai Mubai.

Since Tang San was so eager to suffer, Flender saw no reason to refuse.

Besides, Tang Hao probably wouldn't cause trouble for Dai Mubai over something like this, would he?

"Since Tang San thinks it's unfair, Mubai, go all out—no restrictions."

Flender said this with an unchanged expression.

What he didn't know was that after dealing with Zhao Wuji, Tang Hao had long since left Shrek Academy to visit the Blue Silver Emperor.

"Understood, Dean."

Dai Mubai nodded. If he truly went all out, Tang San and Xiao Wu would probably be beaten into paste…

At this point, Dai Mubai was no longer the same as before. He was far, far stronger than he'd been a month ago!

"That's more like it. The Dean's earlier restriction made it sound like Brother San and I are weaklings."

Xiao Wu nodded approvingly.

Flender sighed internally. These two are getting arrogant after winning too much in the Spirit Arena.

A few moments later, Dai Mubai stood about twenty meters away from Tang San and Xiao Wu.

The others, including Zhu Zhuqing, had retreated far to avoid getting caught up in the fight.

Tang San and Xiao Wu were confident. They'd been partners for years, and now that they were both rank 30, defeating a rank 40 near-Spirit Ancestor shouldn't be too difficult, right?

"Zhuqing, aren't you worried about Dai Mubai?"

Ning Rongrong carefully moved closer to Zhu Zhuqing, her face full of doubt.

Why did Zhu Zhuqing look completely unfazed?

Zhu Zhuqing turned slightly, glanced at Ning Rongrong, then looked back at Dai Mubai.

She didn't say anything. Her confidence in Dai Mubai was absolute.

How could someone who created such a powerful self-made spirit skill possibly be weak?

Not to mention, their opponents were only two rank 30 near-Spirit Elders.

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing ignored her, Ning Rongrong looked disappointed. However, she didn't say anything further and stepped to the side.

In the center of the field, Tang San and Xiao Wu were fully focused.

Although they believed victory was within their grasp, they wouldn't underestimate Dai Mubai. After all, he was still a near-Spirit Ancestor with ten levels of spirit power above them.

"Martial Soul, activate."

"Blue Silver Grass."

Tang San and Xiao Wu released their martial souls almost simultaneously.

The two had recently been competing in 2v2 battles in the Spirit Arena, and their cooperation had improved tremendously.

Tang San, as usual, activated Purple Demon Eyes at the start of the battle.

This unique ocular technique allowed him to detect his opponent's movements and gain the upper hand.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists as his golden hair stood on end, stirred by his soul power.

The center of his forehead opened, revealing a third, emotionless vertical eye that fixed itself on Tang San and Xiao Wu.

His body bent slightly, and a pair of pure white wings unfolded behind him.

"ROAR—"

The White Tiger Sacred King let out a deafening roar that echoed through the heavens.

Tang San and Xiao Wu instinctively took a few steps back, their eyes wide with shock.

They had seriously underestimated Dai Mubai!

(End of Chapter)