Douluo: Infinite Lottery System

Xiao Tianyang extended a hand to support the retreating Tang San and smiled as he turned to Zhao Wuji. "Vice Dean Zhao, you've lost."

Zhao Wuji, who was gearing up to continue his assault, froze. His eyes twitched in disbelief as he glanced at the incense stick nearby. Sure enough, it had burned out completely.

Xiao Tianyang looked at Zhao Wuji with a calm, almost pitying smile. Zhao Wuji was in a miserable state—half his face swollen, his body covered in wounds. Particularly, the Dragon Beard Needle had unleashed earlier had left Zhao Wuji wincing in pain.

The outcome was just as Xiao Tianyang had predicted. Zhao Wuji, wary of losing face in front of his students by losing twice in a row, had fought more seriously this time. However, Tang San's abilities had also risen to the challenge.

Even without his hidden weapons, the Tang Sect's techniques—like the Purple Demon Eye, Mysterious Jade Hand, Controlling Crane Catching Dragon, and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track—were difficult to handle.

Thanks to Xiao Tianyang's training, Tang San had fully mastered these techniques, making him significantly stronger than he would have been otherwise.

Xiao Tianyang estimated that Tang San's current strength was at least 20% higher than it would have been without their training sessions.

As the battle concluded, a faint green light entered Tang San's body. His soul power, previously drained, was replenished almost instantly, and his minor injuries vanished within moments.

"Thank you," Tang San said, turning to Xiao Tianyang with a grateful smile.

"No need to thank me," Xiao Tianyang replied, gesturing for Tang San to step back. He then stepped forward with a faint smirk. "Vice Dean Zhao, now it's my turn."

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in exasperation. "Again? Do you really think I'm some kind of punching bag?"

"You brought this up in the first place," Xiao Tianyang shrugged innocently. "But if you'd rather call it quits, that works for me."

Zhao Wuji's face darkened. He was stuck between two unappealing choices. If he continued the fight, he risked further humiliation. On the other hand, if he declared the test over and admitted defeat, it might damage his authority as a Vice Dean.

As he pondered, Zhao Wuji suddenly froze, his expression turning strange as he pieced things together.

"This kid... He flattered me earlier to get me to overlook his tricks and let those four kids pass the test. Then, he used reverse psychology to push me into fighting Tang San, leaving me in this sorry state. And now, he's cornered me into fighting him. What a schemer!"

Having realized the ploy, Zhao Wuji glared at Xiao Tianyang. "Fine! Since you're so eager for a beating, let's get this over with!"

With that, Zhao Wuji strode into the clearing, determined to teach this cunning boy a lesson, even if it meant risking Flender's scolding later. After all, if Xiao Tianyang was already pulling these tricks as a new student, who knew what he'd do in the future?

Xiao Tianyang, unfazed, summoned his first soul ring. Nine flames appeared around him as he said, "Vice Dean Zhao, be careful!"

Before Zhao Wuji could react, Xiao Tianyang vanished, reappearing a moment later in a different position. His movements were fluid and unpredictable, a faint dragon's roar echoing as he struck.

Feeling the rising threat, Zhao Wuji's seven soul rings appeared in sequence: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black. He roared, activating his second soul skill.

"Second soul skill: Vigorous Vajra Palm!"

A massive golden palm materialized and struck Xiao Tianyang. But instead of dodging, Xiao Tianyang met the attack head-on. His palms glowed faintly as he unleashed a technique that seemed to channel the power of a dragon.

Boom!

Xiao Tianyang staggered back four steps, while Zhao Wuji barely shifted.

But instead of being happy, Zhao Wuji looked at Xiao Tianyang in surprise. "You didn't use a soul skill. What was that move?"

"The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. That was just the first," Xiao Tianyang replied, his knees bending slightly before he leaped into the air, his movements precise and calculated.

This time, the dragon's roar was even more pronounced, the accompanying wind forcing Zhao Wuji to activate his first soul skill, Motionless Bright King Body. But even as he resisted, Xiao Tianyang's relentless attacks left him no opportunity to counter.

"The Dragon Soars in the Sky"

"The Dragon is Seen in the Fields"

"The Swan Descends Gracefully..."

Seventeen consecutive palm strikes followed, each one forcing Zhao Wuji to retreat step by step. Beads of sweat formed on Xiao Tianyang's forehead, yet Zhao Wuji looked even worse. He had been pushed back a total of seventeen steps.

"One last move," Xiao Tianyang announced, his voice resolute. "The Divine Dragon Swishes its Tail!"

With that, Xiao Tianyang channeled all his soul power into a final, devastating palm strike. A swirling dragon burst forth, crashing directly into Zhao Wuji before he could dodge. The impact sent Zhao Wuji flying, a muffled groan escaping his lips as he hit the ground.

The spectators were stunned. Even more shocking than Xiao Tianyang's soul ring was the sheer power he had displayed. Knocking a Soul Sage back with nothing but raw strength and self-created techniques? It was almost unbelievable.

Oscar, shaking his head in disbelief, muttered, "Is this guy even human?"

Dai Mubai, equally astonished, turned to Tang San. "He's your friend. Do you know what's going on? How is he this strong?"

Tang San shook his head solemnly. "I've trained with Brother Tianyang, but even I don't know his full strength. He rarely uses these techniques, and when he does, it's usually just one or two palms. But I'm certain of one thing—if he fought me with his current power, I wouldn't last three moves."

"Three moves? I wouldn't last even one!" Dai Mubai admitted helplessly.

Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled as she muttered to herself, "Xiao Tianyang... who exactly is he?"

Beside her, Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, but her usually cold gaze was now filled with curiosity and admiration.

However, Dai Mubai broke the silence with a warning. "But Vice Dean Zhao isn't done yet. Losing twice in a row isn't something he'll accept. If he goes all out, things might get dangerous for Xiao Tianyang."

Xiao Wu, worried, asked, "Shouldn't Brother Tianyang surrender, then?"

"Let's hope he doesn't push too far," Dai Mubai said grimly. "Otherwise, things could get ugly."

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