112: What is strength? Tactical retreat!

Principal Wu on the podium was dumbfounded: "Where did you find such an apprentice, a Spell Cultivator bane?"

If he can stack resistance to lightning, fire, and poison to this extent, his resistance to other elements probably won't be much worse.

Nezha couldn't sit still: "I don't know either!"

I only knew this kid could fight, but I didn't know he could fight *this* well!

That was Jiang Huo'er!

The Phoenix Clan's new generation Genius, had her Dao Heart shattered just like that?

No, if anyone else went up against him, who could withstand that?

Ao Shan's face was grim as he stood up and announced: "Our Yao Race is withdrawing from the assessment, back to the hotel!"

Fight? How could they fight?

Three Geniuses used their full power and didn't gain a single advantage. If they continued like this, what would happen to the Yao Race's reputation?

Ao Shan didn't wait for anyone else's reaction. He directly led the Yao Race's Great Yao and students, enveloped them in a demonic wind, and took off, quickly leaving the arena, not wanting to stay there for another second.

Loud cheers erupted from the audience:

"Tang Gao! Victory!"

"Tang Gao! Victory!"

"Tang Gao! Victory!"

The cheers were like a heatwave, wave after wave, never stopping.

Students who had just stepped onto other battle stages also excitedly applauded and cheered for Tang Gao.

This was the most satisfying victory the entire Human Race had achieved at the same cultivation level!

Dragon Clan, Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, Phoenix Clan.

These three races were invincible at the same cultivation level. After using their Bloodline Power and secret techniques, they could even achieve cross-level kills.

The Dragon Clan's offense and defense, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan's enchantment, and the Phoenix Clan's terrifying spell damage.

Each of these, when displayed individually, was a chilling advantage.

But against Tang Gao, they were only good enough to be instantly killed with one punch.

Tang Gao looked at the cheering crowd, a smile on his face: "Everyone, you're too kind. A small Yao Race is no threat at all."

Principal Wu on the podium was grinning from ear to ear: "Little Gao, please withdraw first and let others use the battle stage. As for the rewards, we'll have to wait until this week's assessment is over... Come to Red Crane Tower at 8 PM tonight, and I'll host a private banquet for you."

Tang Gao cupped his hands, smiled, and flew up, landing on the freshman viewing platform. Students swarmed around him, lifted Tang Gao, and threw him into the air with cheers and shouts.

Tang Gao felt quite helpless, only able to be continuously thrown up and then caught.

Hmph, what's there to be proud of about a few Yao Race members?

Back in the day... No, back in the month, I was a tough guy who fought against hundreds of Yao Race members without falling behind.

Tang Gao smiled, deepening his understanding of himself at that moment.

Unknowingly, I've also become one of those legendary tough guys who single-handedly take on groups of Yao Race members.

After being tossed around for a while, Tang Gao, not particularly fond of overly lively occasions, decided to leave first and hide in his teacher's research office.

Only professors, teachers, and relevant staff could enter the research office; others were not allowed.

Tang Gao also declined interviews with reporters, feeling no great ripple from this matter, only deeming it something done easily.

Fighting a few Yao Race members was very low difficulty.

Tang Gao lay on the high-end sofa Li Nezha bought, feeling completely relaxed. This expensive sofa really felt different.

Tang Gao was in a good mood. He opened his task list, ready to personally take on a task to relax.

"Hm?"

Tang Gao looked at one of the four-star tasks, sat up, and his expression turned serious: "Things are getting serious."

[Four-Star Task: Qingcheng Yao Race Exchange Student Murder Case]

[Task Description: An external force has infiltrated Qingcheng, taking the opportunity to detonate an entire hotel, aiming to escalate the conflict between the Human Race's Xia Kingdom and multiple Yao Race nations]

[Task Reward: Three years of cultivation + Bloodline Devour]

[Note: Humiliation is for training a dog, but ultimately it's our own dog, others cannot mess with it]

Qingcheng rejected this exchange student plan, but it wasn't to force these Yao Race members into opposition. Rather, it was to make them recognize reality.

In the past, we could kill all of you.

In the future, our descendants can also kill all of you.

Dogs will always be dogs; don't think about being a fence-sitter.

The Human Emperors may be critically injured, but the younger generation of the Xia Kingdom is still very strong and capable of taking on the heavy burden of their Seniors.

This was the original intention of this battle stage, and it was also what Nezha told Tang Gao.

This is reality, this is war, this is political struggle.

The Xia Kingdom is the victor and does not need to bow to the Yao Race.

However, this does not mean Qingcheng can allow others to interfere in this matter.

Tang Gao frowned slightly, accepted the task, and decided to personally execute a mission after a long time.

"Clone, activate!"

...

Qingcheng, the five-star Yingbin Tower hotel, is located in the third ring of the city. Nearby, there's a large river, and across the river is a huge scenic park with various entertainment facilities, which is also very lively at night.

Ao Shan sat in the conference room, his face grim: "The Human Race is truly bullying the Yao Race too much!"

Jiang Ji took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Since the Human Race's rise in ancient times, when have you ever seen the Human Race bow its head?

Not to mention, the last war was won by the Human Race, so naturally, the people below will be even more arrogant."

Ao Shan laughed in anger: "The Human Emperors are critically ill. I'd like to see how long their Human Race can remain arrogant!"

Su Ying chuckled, charmingly: "Although the Human Emperors only have a few breaths left, they are ultimately Great Powers. No one can say how long those few breaths can last.

Besides, even if a Human Emperor becomes a dying waste, he is still a Human Emperor.

Are you going to let the Grand Elders of your clans directly confront them?"

A dying Human Emperor's threat level would only be higher.

No one wanted to provoke the Human Race at this time and receive a Human Emperor-brand firework.

The Human Race was about to become a soft persimmon, but this soft persimmon still had five world-ending fireworks, so it still could not be underestimated.

To clarify, a Human Emperor cannot destroy the world, but he can make the world's environment unsuitable for the Yao Race to survive.

"Thump thump."

Ao Shan's expression changed: "Who?!"

He clearly hadn't sensed any Qi approaching just now, so why was there someone at the door!?

The eight Great Yao in the room immediately tensed up, each holding a spell ready to strike at any moment.

The doorknob was twisted off and fell to the ground; the door was pushed open.

A young man stood at the doorway, dressed in apaint black outfit, black jeans, unable to hide his well-defined muscles, holding a Crying Blood Blade.

Tang Gao, controlling the Violent Justice Envoy, whose cultivation had reached the fourth stage, raised an eyebrow slightly:

"To be honest, I don't really want to save you, but it would be too disgraceful to let you die in a place like this.

Someone has buried a huge amount of TNT in the Yingbin Tower. It won't kill you, but it can kill your juniors.

I need your cooperation. Withdraw all your people and Seal off the entire third basement floor."

Ao Shan calculated with his fingers but found nothing. He sneered: "I didn't calculate anything, why should I believe... Hm? Why do you have a Dragon Clan Reverse Scale?"

Ao Shan looked at the green Reverse Scale on the ground, feeling more and more familiar the more he looked at it.

Tang Gao directly threw a Reverse Scale at Ao Shan's feet. It still had some bloodstains on it. He clicked his tongue: "There are two ways to obtain a Reverse Scale.

One is to kill a Dragon Clan member.

The other is for a Dragon Clan member to willingly remove it and give it to me.

I believe you have a way to identify it."

Ao Shan drew it into his palm and sensed it with a grave expression: "It was willingly removed and gifted."

Things were troublesome.

However, why did this Reverse Scale look more and more familiar the more he looked at it?

And when he held it, there was a familiar feeling?