Chapter 480 The Clash of Ideas Between Hidden Weapons and Soul Tools.
"Brother Mo, are you coming with us too?"
Early the next morning, Tang San and Xiao Wu left Shrek Academy.
However, they were stopped by Xuan Mo and Ning Rongrong, who were waiting for them at the academy gate.
After yesterday's meeting, Xuan Mo had learned from Oscar that Tang San was going to the Power Clan today, so he and Ning Rongrong were waiting for him at the academy gate.
"Yes."
Xuan Mo and Tang San walked side by side, while Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong chattered behind them, their attention clearly focused on the shops lining the streets of Tian Dou.
"Little San, what are your thoughts on soul tools?"
Xuan Mo glanced around and asked in a lower voice.
"Hmm?"
Tang San was taken aback.
He then subconsciously lowered his gaze to the "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon" sword at his waist.
He also recalled the power of the soul tools he had witnessed a few days ago.
"If soul tools were to appear, it would have a revolutionary impact on the entire Douluo Continent."
Tang San paused slightly as he said this. "Moreover, if soul masters used them on the battlefield, they could inflict a severe blow on the opposing side."
Hearing Tang San's assessment of soul tools, Xuan Mo nodded naturally. After all, it was easy for a clever person to see this.
However, Xuan Mo's purpose was not here.
"Then how do soul tools compare to hidden weapons?"
Tang San suddenly shuddered, but his face showed no surprise. Because he had already had a similar thought when Xuan Mo asked this question, or when he first saw the attacking soul tools.
After a moment of silence, Tang San slowly raised his head and met Xuan Mo's gaze.
"I've seen soul tools. Indeed, those soul tools that only require soul power to activate surpass my Tang Clan's hidden weapons in overall power and attack range."
But then, a strong confidence flashed in Tang San's eyes.
"However, in terms of refinement and ingenious design, my Tang Clan's hidden weapons are definitely superior to soul tools. Especially some top-tier hidden weapons. And those mechanical hidden weapons, such as the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow, don't even require soul power to activate."
Xuan Mo nodded slightly, because what Tang San said was indeed correct. But...
"But Little San, have you ever thought about what soul masters would choose if soul tools really appeared on the battlefield? Okay, even if it's not on the battlefield, what would support-type sects like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School choose?"
For a moment, Tang San froze on the spot.
Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong noticed and were about to step forward, but Xuan Mo stopped them.
"You thought of that too, didn't you?"
Seeing the gleam in Tang San's eyes, Xuan Mo said, "Soul tools are too easily accepted by the general soul masters. Especially those weapon soul masters who can't attack; with a soul tool, they're practically transformed into battle soul masters instantly. And all they need to give up is soul power."
Xuan Mo emphasized the word "only" at the end.
Tang San quickly sighed.
"Indeed. Brother Mo, you're absolutely right."
He then looked at Xuan Mo, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, "So, Brother Mo, what do you think?"
Xuan Mo simply smiled, "You know better than I do."
Tang San sighed again, "If that's really the case, if I want to ensure the Tang Sect I create will prosper in the future, then I can't be complacent; I have to..."
"I have to combine hidden weapons and soul tools, don't I?" Seeing Tang San's hesitation, Xuan Mo spoke directly.
"Little San, times are changing."
Tang San naturally understood what Xuan Mo meant.
"So, Brother Mo, what do you think?"
Xuan Mo's lips curled into a smile as he wrapped his arms around Tang San's neck and whispered in his ear, "Aren't you going to create the Tang Sect? And you're one of the Shrek Eight Monsters, so you'll definitely have a place in the Heavenly Heart Pavilion in the future. So..."
Tang San was extremely wary of what Xuan Mo said next. A halo of light emanated from his body, revealing his Blue Silver Domain, which enveloped both of them. Even Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu didn't know what they were talking about.
After a full half-cup of tea, Tang San finally withdrew the domain.
However, his face showed seven parts eagerness and three parts hesitation. Xuan Mo, on the other hand, was overjoyed.
Seeing this, Xiao Wu quickly pulled Ning Rongrong forward.
"Third Brother, what are you thinking about? Are you alright?"
She pointed at Xuan Mo with a displeased expression. "Brother Mo, what did you say to my Third Brother? Why is he like this?"
"Cough cough cough..."
Xuan Mo coughed lightly. "Don't worry, Third Brother is fine. He's just thinking about the suggestion I gave him."
"Really?" Xiao Wu looked at Xuan Mo suspiciously. Then, the next second, "Rongrong, look at him!"
Hearing Xiao Wu's complaint, Ning Rongrong also frowned, staring intently at Xuan Mo, as if questioning him.
This scene immediately made Xuan Mo's face stiffen.
Just as everyone was creating this farcical scene, Tang San came to his senses.
Seeing Xiao Wu, he immediately gave her a gentle pat on the head. "Alright, I'm fine."
Then, Tang San looked at Xuan Mo again and said, "Let's go first. I think we should reconsider what happened earlier."
"Alright."
Xuan Mo didn't insist.
After all, in his view, having any hope of persuading Tang San, this "old fogey," was already quite good.
As time passed, soon… at this moment, in the south of Heaven Dou City, Xuan Mo and his two companions, led by Tang San, stopped in front of a mansion.
Looking at the mansion's gate, which was over six meters tall, Xuan Mo muttered, "So this is the mansion of the Power Clan, that is, Tai Long's family?"
"That's right."
Tang San's ears were incredibly sharp, so he answered after hearing this.
However, just then, "Hehehe…"
Xiao Wu's familiar series of laughs suddenly reached Xuan Mo and Tang San's ears.
So, the two looked in the direction of the laughter.
They saw Ning Rongrong, barely suppressing her laughter, and Xiao Wu, laughing heartily, pointing at two stone sculptures standing in front of the mansion. These two sculptures looked like apes.
But no matter how they looked at them, they felt strange.
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