Huo Feng, Martial Soul Iron Sword, Please Advise! (Seeking Collection, Seeking Recommendation!)

"My name is Tang San. My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. Could you please make way?"

Tang San wore a faint smile, looking quite amiable.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

"Isn't that a useless martial soul?"

"A useless martial soul can cultivate too?"

"Isn't this a joke?"

Inside the dormitory, gazes shot toward the doorway almost simultaneously.

Their expressions made it seem as though they were looking at some kind of freak.

Faced with those stares, Tang San remained calm and composed, as if he did not take them seriously at all.

He still wore a smile.

That behavior made Wang Sheng feel as though he was being ignored.

With so many lackeys behind him, Tang San was really making him lose face.

He had originally only planned to give him a show of strength, but now, he had no choice but to teach Tang San a lesson.

"Little Sanzi, I'm the boss. The entire Seventh Dorm is my territory. From now on, you have to listen to me. Understand?"

Tang San seemed especially good at drawing hatred, since Wang Sheng directly ignored Huo Feng, who stood not far behind him.

But that was exactly what Huo Feng wanted.

Tang San drew the hatred, while he got to show off.

Simply perfect.

"My name is Tang San, not Little Sanzi!"

The smile on Tang San's face vanished instantly.

Clearly, he was extremely dissatisfied with that form of address.

He was even a little angered by it.

"What, you don't accept that?"

Wang Sheng had no intention of indulging Tang San. Rolling up his sleeves, he stepped forward and shoved the latter in the shoulder.

In the next instant, Tang San flashed behind Wang Sheng at astonishing speed.

Then he drove an elbow straight into his kidney.

"You dare hit me?"

Wang Sheng failed to react in time and nearly fell to the ground.

Furious, he unleashed the power of his martial soul almost at the same moment.

Locking onto Tang San's position, he gathered power in his tiger claws and threw a punch.

Tang San was startled. He had not expected this guy to unleash his martial soul after suffering such a small loss.

There was a dead end behind him, leaving him nowhere to dodge.

Seeing this, he stopped evading and met the punch with one of his own.

Having swung a forging hammer thousands of times every day, Tang San had great confidence in his strength.

Bang—!

The instant the two collided, immense force erupted.

The next second, both of them were knocked back.

Wang Sheng's pupils were filled with shock. He staggered back five full steps before stopping.

Even the tiger claws empowered by his martial soul ached intensely.

Tang San, on the other hand, only retreated three steps.

"Tang San, are you alright?"

The moment Tang San came to a stop, Huo Feng supported him from behind.

"I'm fine."

Tang San shook his head, deeply dissatisfied with his performance.

For some reason, ever since his martial soul awakened, the growth of his strength seemed slower than before.

Naturally, Tang San had no idea that Huo Feng had already sacrificed him once.

He only felt as though he had entered some kind of bottleneck.

Otherwise, he should have been able to deal with Wang Sheng in one move.

"You Ta Ma are courting death!"

Seeing himself nearly knocked down by Tang San's punch, Wang Sheng's expression turned somewhat ferocious.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he roared and charged forward with a punch.

"Again!"

"Hmph."

A faint trace of disdain appeared at the corner of Tang San's lips.

Wang Sheng clearly had no understanding of his own strength.

Tang San had originally not wanted to cause any trouble, but he had never feared trouble when it came knocking.

Watching Wang Sheng charge at him, he did not even take a defensive stance. He merely stared at the latter's heavy footsteps, seemingly trying to find an opening.

System, sacrifice Tang San!

At that moment, Huo Feng silently summoned the system in his mind and gave the command.

Ding!

Time since last sacrifice of Tang San: Ninety days.

Sacrifice cooldown: None.

Replying to host: Tang San's sacrifice cooldown has been reset. He can be sacrificed. This sacrifice will reduce Sacrifice Points by 10%.

Does the host wish to proceed with the sacrifice?

Huo Feng's expression hardened. Wang Sheng was only one step away from Tang San.

Tang San had also assumed a stance to deal with him.

He had no time to think over the system's words and immediately gave the command.

"Sacrifice!"

Ding! Tang San sacrifice successful!

Sacrifice Points +90.

The instant the system's voice faded, Wang Sheng's and Tang San's fists collided once more.

A faint smile appeared on Tang San's lips.

Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon was effortless to use against Wang Sheng.

At that crucial moment, Tang San's vision suddenly went black, and his legs went weak.

His footing became unstable, leaving him no time to react. In the next instant, he was sent flying.

"Now!"

In the nick of time, Huo Feng flashed forward and caught Tang San just before he crashed into the wall.

"Tang San, rest for now. Leave this to me."

Tang San was in terrible condition right now.

He had no idea what had just happened to him.

But no matter what, the fact that he had lost to Wang Sheng was indisputable.

I was careless. He nodded lightly, then closed his eyes.

Although Huo Feng had caught him, he did not believe Huo Feng could handle Wang Sheng.

Even he had been defeated despite relying on the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Tang Sect Secret Techniques.

How could Huo Feng possibly be stronger than him?

"Huo Feng, Martial Soul Iron Sword. Please enlighten me!"

Swish—!

A plain iron sword appeared in Huo Feng's right hand.

Unlike Tang San, he had no intention of holding back. He immediately revealed his strongest state.

"What? You're not convinced either?"

Having just defeated Tang San, Wang Sheng's lackeys kept clapping and cheering, thoroughly satisfying his vanity.

But that was only on the surface.

Summoning a martial soul consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power.

At his level, his battle with Tang San had already drained seven or eight tenths of his Soul Power.

At most, he had only thirty percent left.

"Boss, teach this brat a lesson!"

"That's right, Boss! Let him learn what it means to respect those who came before and honor his elders!"

"Boss, show him the rules of our Seventh Dorm!"

The lackeys behind him continued shouting.

Amid their cries, Wang Sheng gradually lost himself.

He swept his gaze over Huo Feng's not particularly tall frame again and immediately felt brimming with confidence.

"Since you're a junior, I'll give you one move. You can attack first."

Wang Sheng looked at Huo Feng and tossed out those words as if he were being exceptionally generous.

In truth, he was merely stalling for time so he could recover a little more Soul Power.

Huo Feng smiled.

There was such a good deal?

It seemed Tang San had given him far too much confidence just now. With his mind made up, Huo Feng planted his left foot, then stomped down hard with his right. His entire body shot forward in an instant.

Those who were sacrificed did not merely provide Sacrifice Points. They also fed back tangible basic attributes to Huo Feng.

Such as attack, speed, defense, and so on.

The effects had not been particularly obvious the first time he sacrificed Tang San.

But after sacrificing him twice, Huo Feng could clearly feel the improvement when he made his move just now.

Tang San cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill day and night, yet in the end, half of the benefits were added to Huo Feng instead.

Wang Sheng did not dare let his guard down. He gathered all his strength into his pair of tiger claws.

The two tiger claws were incomparably hard, like a pair of iron talons.

Huo Feng slashed down with his sword.

It was a simple, unadorned strike, without the slightest flourish.

"Clang—~!"

When the iron sword collided with the tiger claws, the sound of metal striking metal rang out.

"Not good!"

But in the next instant, Wang Sheng immediately sensed something was wrong.