For all one's life a teacher is one's father; the teacher is equivalent to one's own father.
His good upbringing taught him, Tang San, that he must never defy his father, even if the sky should fall!
He would wait and see where the teacher found a suitable place. Then he'd contact Xiaowu. He believed his teacher wouldn't go too far and was probably still within Spirit City.
"Go ahead, if you step out of this door today, we shall never meet again."
Actually, Xiaowu wanted to see what Tang San's attitude would be.
To see if he would stay because of her.
Unexpectedly, he still chose to leave with the Master.
This greatly disappointed her.
If he always had to follow his clueless teacher, then let him do so! Never to see each other again!
Don't think she, Xiaowu, couldn't bear it.
She was someone who could pick up and put down.
If she really married Xiaosan in the future, and the Master nagged on the side, who could bear it?
Some things are better ended sooner rather than prolonged!
As long as he dared to make the decision to leave Shrek today!
"Xiaowu???"
Upon hearing Xiaowu say this, Tang San immediately stopped in his tracks!
He looked at her with an extremely surprised and confused expression.
"I'm serious. In nine days, the final of the Continental Senior Soul Master Contest will take place. Yu Xiaogang leaving now would be pressuring the academy, and if you also leave with him at this time, you would be abetting tyranny. Consciously speaking, much of your Martial Soul and Soul Rings were helped to be found by the academy's Flander, Zhao Wuji, and Mother Erlong. Abetting tyranny and being ungrateful, I look down on such a person."
Xiaowu had thought about a lot of things during this period.
She knew that Xiaosan was a very traditional person.
On this Continent, it was said that you only have one teacher in your life.
But if your own teacher is a scumbag, there's no need for you to keep being a scumbag too, right?
So she had to make things clear to him!
"Xiaowu ... are you forcing me? You also know the saying, 'one day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.' How could I, Tang San, go against my own teacher and father's words?"
Tang San looked at Xiaowu with a wry smile, still hoping to find a chance to defuse the tension.
After all, on the other side, the teacher was already pushing him.
Heading towards the direction of the school gates.
If he didn't follow, wouldn't that be slapping his face? Tang San simply couldn't do such a thing.
"If you think I'm forcing you, then go ahead and leave. We shall never meet again."
Xiaowu hung her head low.
As if making a major decision with tremendous resolve, she spoke directly to Tang San!
"Hm? Why is it suddenly so quiet?"
The Master walked on.
He suddenly felt a chill on his back.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't there be two people following behind him, Tang San and Xiaowu?
What's going on now?
Why is there no sound from these two?
The Master turned his head slightly.
"Xiaosan, what are you doing? Didn't you say you would follow your teacher and leave?"
The Master found that Tang San was standing right where he had been.
Unmoving.
And so was Xiaowu.
This made him feel bewildered.
Weren't they supposed to leave? Why were they just standing still?
"Teacher, I've thought about it, and I really can't leave."
That's what Tang San said at that moment.
He had realized that if he truly stepped out of the gate today, he might indeed never see Xiaowu again.
"???"
The Master, hearing this remark, was filled with question marks.
"Teacher, you didn't tell me the reason, so I can't just blindly leave. Besides, the competition isn't over yet. Leaving like this would be morally wrong."
Tang San continued!!
"Creak, creak!!"
The Master stood there stunned, his hands creaking.
Not knowing whether to go or to stay, especially considering the looks on the faces of Dai Mubai and the others as if they were watching a play, made him feel as if his face had been slapped!
It hurt!
It hurt deeply!!
Meanwhile, at Tian Dou Royal Academy.
"It seems that you all didn't slack off while I was away; everyone took this final of the Continental Senior Soul Master Contest very seriously. But there are many areas where we need constant improvement, especially in defense, and when attacking, you must strike first or you'll be at a disadvantage later."
Ye Feng addressed everyone.
"Understood!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Another very important thing is that the people from Martial Soul Hall have already set their sights on us, so in the following time, make full use of every second to train in special combat techniques. This is also the most important secret technique of our Dou Huang Battle Team."
Ye Feng surveyed everyone.
"Is it finally time to use it?!!"
Yu Tianheng was full of fighting spirit.
The others also showed a look of eager anticipation.
It was a kind of simulation battle.
That is, an advanced version of mimicry.
"Later, follow me into the special mimicry field. The contestants this time are Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Osslor, Zhu Zhuqing, Yufeng, Shi Mo and Shi Mo Brothers, Ye Lingling will support everyone by providing timely healing,"
Ye Feng made arrangements to everyone.
"Instructor Feng, aren't you planning to join us in the mimicry field this time?"
By now, Yu Tianheng asked.
He was curious why Ye Feng didn't arrange for himself to participate.
"Normally, the training in the mimicry field is for the final battles of the Continent's Senior Soul Master tournament, and instructors are usually part of it. Now that you're not participating, could it be that you're withdrawing? That doesn't seem like your style!"
"Mimicry, do I need to go on? It'll be you guys who compete!"
Ye Feng spoke directly.
"Yes!"
Everyone nodded!
Indeed, under normal circumstances, there really was no need for the instructor to enter the mimicry field.
"Right, according to the latest information I have, Blazing Fire Academy has forfeited the final showdown, withdrawing on their own initiative,"
Ye Feng told everyone.
"Ah? Blazing Fire Academy forfeited??"
Everyone was surprised.
It was known that Blazing Fire Academy had always had problems with their academy.
Of course, the main issue was with the instructor.
After all, Huo Wu, that woman, had lost to their instructor every time, and she never accepted her defeat.
"Does this mean we make it into the top ten without even fighting?"
Ye Lingling spoke up at this moment.
Huo Wu had risked her life in the advancement matches, but for someone of her character to forfeit was baffling.
What on earth was this woman thinking? It was incomprehensible!
"Does this count as an unexpected surprise?"
Osslor shrugged.
"Surprise, maybe, but don't get too happy just yet. The teams in the finals are very strong. Alright, everyone, head into the trial field."
Ye Feng led everyone to a special place.
This place had a dedicated mimicry field.
Time quickly passed, and it was night.
Everyone came out of the mimicry training ground, wearied.
"Alright, it's late. Everyone should go back and rest early. We continue training tomorrow. Anyone lagging behind will get a private lesson from me!"
Ye Feng said to everyone, quite satisfied with today's training.
"Alright, Instructor Feng, you should rest early too!"
The mention of additional private training instantly energized everyone.
Nobody wanted that!
Because the instructor was too ruthless.
Soon, most people had left.
At this time, Ye Feng noticed that Dugu Yan was still there, seemingly hesitant to speak as if she had something on her mind.
"Dugu Yan, do you have something to say? It's late, aren't you planning to go back? Could it be that you want more training because today's wasn't enough?"
Ye Feng asked with a teasing smile.
He was still open to students asking questions after the rest period.
"Instructor Feng, are your hands really fully healed? Because of me, you ended up like this,"
Dugu Yan asked apologetically.
She had wanted to ask this the whole day, but for some reason, she felt it wasn't right to inquire.
Of course, she had also seen that Ye Feng's hands were as nimble as ever.
But she was still somewhat worried.
Besides, it was because of her that the instructor's hands were injured.
It was only right that she showed more concern.
"You need not bear any psychological burden; my hands are completely healed. Now, all you need to worry about is how to win the final showdown,"
Ye Feng said with a smile.
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