The Three-Year Gap

Lu Yuan was quite interested in the idea of easily defeating the protagonist.

Especially when he thought about how the tragic fates of Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, and Bibi Dong in the original novel were all related to Tang San, Lu Yuan wanted to beat him up even more.

Just consider it as venting anger for Xiao Xue and her senior sister in the original story.

Lu Yuan accepted Tang San's challenge. Although Grandmaster wanted to intervene, he was too late.

But then the Grandmaster thought again, this might not be a bad thing.

Even if the Little San can't beat Lu Yuan, she should be able to force out Lu Yuan's true strength.

That way he could find out what Lu Yuan's second Soul Skill was. After all, Lu Yuan's first Soul Skill was so powerful, he would be just as interested in the second Soul Skill.

As for the possibility of the Little San being beaten up?

The Grandmaster selectively forgot that, young man, getting a few more beatings doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

The Grandmaster felt it was worth it to exchange Tang San getting beaten up for the data and information on the Golden Dragon.

Poor Tang San, he was sold out by the Grandmaster just like that.

The two stepped out of the wooden house. The house was small, so it was impossible to fight inside.

The Grandmaster's residence was in a rather remote place. There was a certain amount of open space outside the wooden house, which was enough as a battleground for two Soul Grandmaster.

Tang San and Lu Yuan entered the arena.

Their eyes met; Tang San's face was solemn, while Lu Yuan wore a calm smile.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 21 Control-type Battle Spirit Grandmaster!"

"Lu Yuan, Martial Soul Golden Dragon, Level 28 Power Attack System Battle Spirit Grandmaster!"

"Level 28!" Tang San was shocked. In three years, he thought he had already reached level 21 and obtained his second Soul Ring, which was quite fast. But he did not expect that Lu Yuan was already level 28.

He was seven levels ahead of him.

Three years ago, Lu Yuan was only one level higher than him after absorbing his First Soul Ring. How could he have fallen so far behind in just three years?

Tang San's thoughts were in turmoil.

However, Tang San was Tang San after all, the protagonist of the original work, and his mental fortitude was not comparable to that of ordinary people. He quickly calmed down and said, "Please enlighten me!"

"Please!"

A blue vine sprouted from Tang San's right hand. It was called Blue Silver Grass, but after absorbing the Ghost Vine's Soul Ring, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass changed again, and its shape began to transform into a vine.

The Grandmaster nodded. Although Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was not perfect, it was highly malleable. With two Hundred-Year Soul Rings, plus the skills of Entanglement and Parasitism, he should be one of the best among the Soul Grandmaster.

The Grandmaster was still somewhat gratified. Tang San's existence proved that his theory was correct. In his opinion, when Tang San became famous throughout the continent, his theory would surely be accepted by the world. In fact, Yu Xiaogang's theory in the original work was indeed promoted.

But now, it's not the original story.

Tang San's strength might be considered among the best of the Soul Grandmaster, but Lu Yuan is capable of surpassing his level, and even among Soul Elder, there might not be anyone who can rival him.

Looking at Lu Yuan opposite him, Tang San thought to himself, "Although Lu Yuan's Soul Power is higher than mine, control-type Soul Master are superior to Power Attack System Soul Master. With the skills of Entanglement and Parasitism, plus the Tang Sect Secret Arts's ultimate techniques, I might not be unable to win this battle."

He seems quite confident.

Lu Yuan smiled. Today he would show Tang San what it meant to be stronger than anyone else, and that there was always someone better!

"Aren't you going to release your Martial Soul?" Tang San asked Lu Yuan, his Blue Silver Grass bearing two gleaming Yellow Soul Ring.

"Of course, if necessary!" Lu Yuan smiled faintly. He didn't think it was necessary to use his Martial Soul to deal with Tang San, who was only level 21.

Tang San's expression became even calmer. Even with his personality, he was somewhat angry at Lu Yuan's disdain.

"Arrogant!" The Grandmaster also looked grim. Tang San was his disciple, Lu Yuan's disdain for Tang San was tantamount to disdain for him.

"It seems that Xiao Yuan has become much more arrogant after being away for three years. It would be good to teach Little San a lesson!" If they both used their Martial Soul, Grandmaster felt that Tang San's Blue Silver Grass would definitely not be able to defeat Lu Yuan's Golden Dragon. After all, he had experienced the aura that Lu Yuan had just displayed.

However, if Lu Yuan doesn't use his Martial Soul, Grandmaster believes he will definitely lose. You have to know that Tang San is also a genius, so Grandmaster thinks Lu Yuan will definitely be forced to use his Martial Soul.

Let Tang San teach him a lesson so that he will never dare to underestimate others again.

"Blue Silver Grass, Entanglement!" One by one, strands of Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the soil and Entanglement around Lu Yuan.

As a control-type Soul Master, Tang San also learned many control-type Soul Master techniques during his three years of teaching by Grandmaster.

Lu Yuan stomped his foot, and the ground cracked, even creating a small pit. Lu Yuan's normal strength was around nine thousand jin, and his punches and kicks possessed unparalleled power.

With a stomp of his foot, Lu Yuan's figure quickly closed the distance.

"That power!" The Grandmaster's eyes narrowed as he looked at the commotion caused by Lu Yuan's kick, and a look of shock appeared on his face. How powerful must Lu Yuan be to have such destructive force?

Oh no, the Little San is in danger.

Seeing Lu Yuan rushing towards him, Tang San's first thought was to dodge. Although he was very confident in his Mystic Jade Hand, Lu Yuan was no ordinary Soul Master. He seemed to know martial arts as well. Recalling how Lu Yuan killed a hundred-year-old Fiery Mountain Boar with a single punch three years ago, Tang San still felt a lingering fear.

His right hand shone brightly, and strands of Blue Silver Grass Entanglement towards Lu Yuan, attempting to slow Lu Yuan speed.

Lu Yuan's internal Qingqi Sutra circulated automatically, and a golden radiance surged from his body. The moment all the Blue Silver Grass touched the golden radiance, they were shattered into fragments.

"How is this possible!" Tang San was shocked. After absorbing the Mandala Snake and the Ghost Vine, the Blue Silver Grass had become much tougher, but now it was completely shattered when it was touched by the golden light on Lu Yuan's body.

Unable to reach him, his Entanglement and Parasitism are completely useless.

"Take this punch!" Lu Yuan was extremely fast, and his right fist slammed out, creating a loud bang in the air.

"Not good! Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!" Lu Yuan's punch came with great force. Before the punch even arrived, Tang San felt a strong sense of pressure, which made Tang San's skin crawl.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track?" Lu Yuan's lips curled into a sneer as he activated the Phoenix Dance Six Illusions!

Lu Yuan's mastery of the Phoenix Dance Six Illusions technique is now extremely profound. He even has the idea of creating a new movement technique. Its speed is far beyond what Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track can match.

"Not good, I can't dodge it! Mystic Jade Hand, Crane Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!" Realizing that he couldn't dodge it, Tang San quickly stopped and instantly activated the Mystic Jade Hand and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to deflect the force.

"Hmm." Noticing that the Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon seemed to be shifting his strength, Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he increased his strength several times over again, directly breaking free from the control of the Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon and punching Tang San in the chest.

Struck by Lu Yuan's attack, Tang San coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward several meters.