Er Ming's elated expression faded slightly, and Da Ming nodded before pointing a finger forward, conjuring up a light projection.

This was a slender young woman with a pair of large eyes that were filled with exuberance. She had a pair of long legs with a glowing smile on her face, and her long brown hair was arranged into a long ponytail that was swaying gently in the breeze.

Tang Wulin's vision began to blur with tears as he looked into her bright and vibrant eyes.

"Mother!

"

He was unable to hold back his tears any longer. He had finally seen her; even though this was only a projection, he had finally seen his mother!

An electric current surged from the base of his spine up to the top of his head, and his entire body began to tremble.

Even though this was only a projection, Tang Wulin felt as if he had returned to his mother's side and could hear her voice beside his ear.

There was nothing more beautiful and irreplaceable in this world than motherly love. As a child, Tang Wulin had received motherly love from Lang Yue, and Yali was providing the same to him now, but neither of them was his birth mother!

Even though he had only caught a glimpse of a projection, the image had branded into the deepest part of his heart.

Both Da Ming and Er Ming were struck by a sense of melancholy at the sight of the weeping Tang Wulin. Compared to Tang Wulin, Tang Wutong had been far more fortunate. Her parents had protected her in the shadows the entire time that she was on the Douluo Continent, but Tang Wulin had been left to fend for himself.

The image changed to that of a young woman with long bluish-pink hair, and she rested her chin on the shoulder of the first woman to have been depicted. The two of them bore a strong resemblance and looked like sisters, and it was clear to Tang Wulin that this was his sister, Tang Wutong.

These were two of his closest loved ones!

Even he didn't know how long he stared at the projection before finally closing his eyes, committing their images deep into his memory.

"Thank you. Let's go, Uncle Er Ming.

"

Both Da Ming and Er Ming could see the determination in Tang Wulin's eyes, and it was undoubtedly the case that he was going to find his parents and sister no matter what. They had seen the same expression on Tang San's face on more than one occasion.

Er Ming draped an arm across Tang Wulin's shoulders, and said,

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself; you're still young and have a lot of time. Also, you need to trust in your father. He was a true prodigy of his time, and he misses you just as much as you miss them, so they'll definitely come back. They know where the Douluo Continent is; it'll be far easier for them to find their way back than it would be for you to find them.

"

"I understand.

" Tang Wulin nodded firmly in response.

The light in the surrounding area warped slightly, and the two of them slowly vanished into thin air.

Da Ming's brows furrowed slightly in contemplation following their departure, and after a long while, he finally sighed as he murmured to himself,

"Some things are best left untold.

"

......

Yuanen Yehui was appraising the opponent before her with a cold expression.

This was her third-round match for the round-robin stage, and her opponent was also a Soul Douluo.

She was in the eighth group, and even though she was only a Soul Douluo, she was one of the hot favorites, and she had already been rated as a pseudo Titled Douluo.

There were even some who proclaimed that she was the most powerful Soul Master below the Titled Douluo level, and she had already reached full mastery of her Divine Cloudvortex Fists; all that was needed now was improvement through evolution.

Ever since she had met her grandfather and heard the story about her parents, she had been very quiet and subdued. Having left for so many years, she had done everything in her power to forget that chapter of her life, but only after her grandfather appeared before her did she realize that some things couldn't simply be forgotten.

During these past few days, she had been constantly plagued by the memory of her father's feeble expression. That was the expression of a man who had lost the will to live.

At the time, her heart was filled with hatred over the death of her mother, and that had led her to leave the family to enter Shrek Academy. Ever since that day, she hadn't returned home even once.

Only after hearing her grandfather's side of the story did she truly understand how desperate circumstances had been back then. If it weren't for her, her father would've perhaps already followed after her mother. However, she hadn't visited him even once in over 10 years, and the thought of this never failed to make her heart throb with pain.

She couldn't wait to go back and see her father, but she was bound by her sense of responsibility and could only leave after completing the task at hand.

As such, the first thought that sprang into her mind as she saw her opponent was that she wanted to crush him as quickly as possible, even destroy him and pummel him into the ground.

Her opponent was a rotund Soul Master who resembled a huge ball, and even the spectators questioned where a man of his appearance drew confidence from to enter this joust for a spouse event. Could it be that he thought that the Silver Dragon Princess would choose him?

There was no discrimination against fat people here; it was just that the two of them simply didn't match.

"Begin!

"

As soon as the announcement was made, the fatso sprang into action. Despite his portly frame, he was an agility system Soul Master, just like Xie Xie.

His ball-shaped body shot forth like a massive cannonball, hurtling directly toward Yuanen Yehui while rotating incessantly mid-flight.

His martial soul was very interesting; it was the most ordinary rubber ball. However, it had mutated during his cultivation, thereby allowing him to cultivate it to such a powerful extent.

As the second most powerful member of Shrek’s Seven Monsters, Yuanen Yehui had always fought fire with fire, and she made a large stride directly toward her opponent.

The rotund Soul Master abruptly landed on the ground and bounced up into the air, but due to his constant rotation, he sprang diagonally forward instead of straight forward, crashing toward Yuanen Yehui from the side in an arc trajectory.

This was his first soul skill, Curveball!

The main benefit of this soul skill was its unpredictability, and it allowed him to attack his opponent from any direction and angle as he pleased.

Yuanen Yehui's footsteps abruptly halted, and she stood still on the ground. When facing such a fast opponent, the best countermeasure was to remain on the spot and wait for the opponent to attack before unleashing a counterattack.

Only as the portly Soul Master began to hurtle directly toward her did Yuanen Yehui throw a punch with her right fist, but all of a sudden, the rotund Soul Master suddenly descended, bouncing onto the ground only around two meters away from Yuanen Yehui before crashing toward her legs.

In that instant, his entire body turned bright red; this was his second soul skill, Explosive Ball!

Yuanen Yehui reflexively took half a step backward, then lashed out with her other fist toward the ground, but the rotund Soul Master suddenly stopped, then began to rapidly rotate on the spot a mere one meter away from her. His bright red complexion instantly turned orange, and the surrounding temperature was raised dramatically.

Only after Yuanen Yehui's punch had struck nothing but empty air did the rotund Soul Master rush toward her again.

His timing and utilization of soul skills were both impeccable, and Yuanen Yehui raised her left leg, using her knee to withstand the attack.

However, right at this moment, yet another massive ball appeared silently behind her, then crashed directly toward her back.

This was his fifth soul skill, Twofold Ball, and it was the attack that was truly meant to land the killing blow.

Everyone's attention had been drawn to the rotund Soul Master, but the attack approaching from behind was actually more fearsome.

At this moment, no one noticed a musclebound man staring intently at the match that was unfolding.