Mamba Impact, Snake-Meat Speed Bump

Even if his Martial Soul was a little unusual, he still had two genuine Hundred-Year Soul Rings!

Tang San's head buzzed. The scrap of respect he had just patched back together was smashed to pieces all over again.

On a branch in the shadows, Tang Hao's face darkened.

"Trash! What thoroughly worthless trash!"

Tang Hao cursed furiously to himself.

Leaving his son with a good-for-nothing like this was rotten luck earned over eight lifetimes!

Meanwhile, over a hundred meters away, on an open retreat path through the forest.

Cai Kun was leisurely unscrewing his insulated water bottle.

"Gulp, gulp."

The warm spring water slid down his throat and into his stomach, driving away the slight chill of the night wind.

Listening to the shouts and the continuous muffled sounds of farting coming from the dense forest ahead, Cai Kun wiped the corner of his mouth and shook his head helplessly.

"Tsk, tsk. Gangzi's number one in theory and dead last in actual combat."

Cai Kun slipped the bottle back into his backpack and couldn't help muttering:

"A Soul Grandmaster who isn't even from the auxiliary system can't beat a Hundred-Year Soul Beast. I wonder whose manuscript he copied those Ten Core Competencies from."

He rolled his neck, then raised his right leg and kicked at the air twice.

The firelight ahead drew closer and closer, and the sounds of farting and a flicking snake tongue were already clearly audible.

According to the original story, Tang San should next pull out his Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, turn the tables on the Mandala Snake at the last possible moment, and save Gangzi.

But Cai Kun had no intention of leaving Tang San the chance to show off and establish his authority.

"Such a big live target—it'd be a shame not to use it to test my impact power."

Running the snake over before Tang San could act would not only complete the check-in, but also let him save Yu Xiaogang's life in person.

A life-saving debt was greater than the heavens. He could repay the favor of the hundred Gold Soul Coins he owed Yu Xiaogang on the spot, and leave Tang San with a bellyful of Evil Fire and nowhere to vent it.

Three birds with one arrow—a guaranteed profit with no chance of loss!

"Rumble!"

The bushes thirty meters ahead burst apart.

Yu Xiaogang charged out, with Tang San close behind him, his right hand already reaching discreetly for the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

Less than two zhang behind them, the Mandala Snake reared its upper body high, its venomous fangs gleaming with a chilling light in the darkness!

Now!

Cai Kun narrowed his eyes, abruptly lowered his center of gravity, and assumed a textbook sprinter's starting stance.

He flipped his right palm over, and the High-Speed Train nose immediately underwent Martial Soul Possession!

"Click!"

Two high-beam headlights snapped on, piercing the pitch-black forest like a pair of swords and illuminating a man and a snake ahead!

Cai Kun took a deep breath. "Now!"

"Boom-!!"

The dirt beneath his feet exploded into a huge crater!

Cai Kun became a streak of white-gold lightning tearing through the night sky, trailing a piercing shriek as he hurtled straight toward the Mandala Snake!

Yu Xiaogang sat sprawled in a muddy pit, desperately channeling his Soul Power as he shouted in his cracked voice:

"Luo Sanpao! Get up there! Let out another fart and stop it!"

Luo Sanpao, who had been lying not far away, had just struggled to his feet. Hearing his master's command, his deflated belly strained to swell again.

"Pfft-"

A thin cloud of pale yellow smoke sprayed out.

After releasing his Soul Skill three times in succession, Luo Sanpao's Soul Power had long since run dry, and the power of this stinky fart was greatly reduced.

The move had little effect. Instead, it made the Mandala Snake think it was being provoked.

"Hiss-!!"

The great snake went completely berserk.

Its thick tail pounded the ground again and again, snapping the surrounding tree roots on the spot.

Its body reared high, and its shadow instantly engulfed Yu Xiaogang.

The chill of death shot from his tailbone to the top of his skull.

Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he couldn't move a single finger.

It's over!

I'm going to die here!

Just as that gaping, bloody maw was about to crush Yu Xiaogang's head-

"Woo-!!"

A high-pitched horn blast erupted from the forest path ahead and to the side!

Immediately afterward, the ground began to shake violently.

"Out of the way up ahead! Super good fortune coming through! I can't stop-!!"

Hearing that familiar, sustained horn blast, Tang San, who had been gripping his Sleeve Arrow and preparing to fight for his life, felt every hair on his body stand on end.

The scene of Cai Kun knocking a man and an iron gate flying yesterday flashed through his mind!

There was no need to think; his body reacted faster than his brain.

He didn't even stop to pull his useless teacher along. Using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he hurled himself into the thorn bushes on his right and rolled away in utter disarray!

Yu Xiaogang felt a stabbing pain in both eyes. Everything before him was a blur of white, and he couldn't see a thing.

Feeling the terrifying vibrations beneath him and the violent blast of air bearing down on him with the force of overturning mountains and seas, Yu Xiaogang had only one thought left-

Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

How could a ten-thousand-year Ferocious Beast with white light shining from its eyes come charging out of this Soul Hunting Forest?!

In front of him was the Mandala Snake with its venomous fangs bared, while a terrifying giant beast of unknown origin charged wildly in from the side!

"Here we go!"

The glowing gear pattern on the Thousand-Year Soul Ring spun madly, and his speed instantly soared to a peak of three hundred kilometers per hour!

A hundred-ton mass of steel in motion, against the flesh and blood of a four-hundred-year-old venomous snake!

"Man!!"

"Boom-!!"

No technique, just stats.

The train nose slammed straight into the Mandala Snake's gaping mouth with ease!

Like crushing rotten wood!

The hard fangs shattered into fragments the instant they touched the alloy train nose, and the overwhelming kinetic force surged furiously through the snake's insides!

"Squish-!!"

The white-gold blur bored straight into the Mandala Snake's mouth and burst out through the tip of its tail three meters away!

This move was called luring the snake out of its hole.

Dark green snake blood mixed with chunks of flesh and entrails exploded through the air!

The four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake didn't even have time to let out half a wail. Its enormous body was torn to pieces by the shock wave, and it died on the spot!

Yu Xiaogang, slumped on the ground, was caught by the edge of the blast and sent flying. He tumbled seven or eight times through the mud before finally coming to a stop against an old tree trunk.

"Screech-"

More than ten meters ahead, Cai Kun's hiking shoes plowed two deep furrows into the ground. Using the Mandala Snake as a braking strip, he finally brought himself to a steady halt.

The illusory form of his Martial Soul quietly dissipated.

Deathly silence returned to the forest, leaving only the overpowering, pungent stench of blood lingering in the air.

"Ptoo! Ptoo, ptoo!"

Cai Kun stood where he was, spat out a little bloody spray that had splashed into his mouth, and looked down at his gear.

The instant he saw it, his face turned green.

His once-clean backpack and hiking shoes were plastered with a sticky, foul-smelling layer of green blood and bits of snake flesh. Green liquid was still dripping from the hem of his clothes.

"Gah—so fucking disgusting!"

Cai Kun shook the bits of flesh off the back of his hand in disgust, his face scrunching up as he cursed:

"Filthy as hell! If I'd known this wild spicy strip was full of this stuff, I'd have hit it from the side!"

"Next time, I wouldn't crawl through its guts again if you beat me to death! These clothes are completely ruined!"