Tang San's Humble Face: "No More! I Really Have No More!!"

"Get down and stay down!!"

Aiven grabbed Tang San by the hair with one hand and slammed his head viciously into the ground.

Bang!

That blow instantly left Tang San's head split open and bleeding.

Then Aiven launched into a savage barrage of punches and kicks.

"Ahhh!"

Tang San lay on the ground, screaming in despair. Before long, he was covered in bruises and wounds.

Tang San had never imagined that one day, he would suffer such inhuman beating.

Across two lifetimes, everything had gone smoothly for him. Like a favored son of heaven, he had always stood above his peers.

He had never suffered such miserable, humiliating violence—violence that trampled on his dignity and pride.

Tang San's pride, backbone, dignity, self-respect, and arrogance were all kneaded and crushed beneath Aiven's beating, shattered bit by bit.

"No! Don't hit him anymore! I was wrong, I'm sorry, it was my fault! Please, stop hitting him!"

"We... we're willing to kneel and apologize to you, okay?!" Xiao Wu cried out in despair.

"Enough, child. We were blind and ignorant, we were wrong. Please let us go!" Yu Xiaogang also begged with a wretched expression.

Xiao Wu and Yu Xiaogang were both terrified.

Yu Xiaogang had been a useless Soul Master all his life.

When he was young, he had finally taken advantage of Bibi Dong to secretly study a vast amount of martial soul theory within Spirit Hall, which possessed the largest Soul Master knowledge base on the continent.

He had claimed all the knowledge he stole from Spirit Hall as martial soul theory that he had painstakingly researched himself, then published a theory called the Ten Core Competencies.

It brought him considerable fame across the continent and set him on the path of martial soul theory.

But because the Ten Core Competencies truly contained many flaws and problems, Yu Xiaogang was still mocked, scorned, and looked down upon by others.

He was also someone with strong self-respect, but Yu Xiaogang's abilities were simply limited.

He had no way to make the world truly regard him highly through his own capabilities.

But then he met Tang San!

He met this child who possessed the supposedly useless Blue Silver Grass martial soul, yet had astonishing talent—and was even a wielder of Twin Martial Souls.

Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed!

As long as he took Tang San as his disciple, he would not even need to teach much. A genius like this only needed to cultivate casually, and he would surely become a powerful Soul Master.

Once Tang San became a powerful Soul Master, Yu Xiaogang, as his teacher, could share in the glory and finally hold his head high.

Then no one would dare mock or look down on him again. They might even think he was incredible, that he was truly an unrivaled master of martial soul theory!

He would be revered by the world!

So he absolutely could not watch Tang San get beaten to death or crippled. He still needed Tang San to fulfill his great ambitions!

Yu Xiaogang roared, "Stop hitting him! We're willing to make amends!"

Now they knew they were wrong?

They only knew they were wrong because they could not win?

Aiven ignored Xiao Wu and Yu Xiaogang's pleas. Only after giving Tang San another brutal beating did he finally stop, having vented his anger.

Tang San was already twitching on the ground, foam spilling from his mouth.

Aiven withdrew his power and looked at the three of them. "You think kneeling and apologizing is enough?"

"Y-you... what else do you want?"

Aiven reached into Tang San's sleeve and pulled out the Silent Sleeve Arrow.

He examined it with interest for a moment. "This little thing of yours isn't bad. I imagine you have even stronger weapons like this, right?"

As he spoke, Aiven stepped on Tang San's shoulder and threatened, "Now, I want you to hand over the detailed blueprints for all these mechanism-based weapons. The more detailed, the better."

"The blueprints you hand over must ensure that these weapons can be forged solely from the designs you provide, used normally, and able to display their proper power."

"You're from Notting City, from Notting Soul Master Junior Academy, aren't you?"

The moment Aiven said this, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Yu Xiaogang all jolted violently.

"H-how do you know?" The three of them felt their scalps tingle.

"You don't need to know how I know. Just hand over all those blueprints as I said."

"Listen carefully. If there are any problems with the blueprints you give me, if you try to play tricks, believe me—I'll catch you no matter where you run." Aiven sneered, killing intent in his eyes.

After saying that, he gave Lu Bu a look.

Lu Bu understood at once and released his aura until it neared the level of a Titled Douluo, then stopped.

Only now did Tang San and the others understand how terrifying Lu Bu was.

How suicidal they had been just now. How ridiculous they had looked.

"This aura... this pressure... could this man be a Titled Douluo?!" Yu Xiaogang was terrified, sharply sucking in a breath.

Who exactly was this child?

How powerful was his background?

All three of them were deeply wary, fearful, and terrified of Lu Bu.

Yu Xiaogang said frantically, "Little San, hand them over quickly! The identities and backgrounds of these two are far beyond anything we can afford to provoke right now!"

Tang San also understood that Aiven was someone they could not afford to offend. He could only obediently hand over the blueprints.

He also added detailed notes to the designs, ensuring that others would be able to forge them.

But Tang San still kept something back, only taking out the blueprints for the Silent Sleeve Arrow and Flying Sky God Claw.

How could he possibly fool Aiven?

Aiven said coldly, "Only two kinds? Who are you trying to fool? Hand them over!"

Tang San gritted his teeth and took out the blueprints for the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and Tight-Backed Ornate Crossbow as well. "That's all of them!"

"You think squeezing them out bit by bit is amusing?" Killing intent flashed through Aiven's eyes as he summoned the Emperor Sword and placed it against Tang San's throat.

Tang San panicked. Under the threat, he took out all the blueprints for the Sand-Spraying Shadow, the Mother-and-Child Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Gall, and the rest.

In the end, he still hid the four strongest mechanism-based concealed weapons: King Yama's Summons, Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, Peacock Plume, and Wrath of the Buddha Tang Lotus.

Tang San wore a humble expression as he said, "That's all of them. And these concealed weapons are already beyond what ordinary people can forge. If you can't make them, you can't blame me!"

Aiven naturally knew that the more advanced the mechanism-based concealed weapon, the harder it was to make.

Even weapons like the Peacock Plume and Wrath of the Buddha Tang Lotus would require someone like the Divine Craftsman Lou Gao to devote his life to research before they could possibly be created.

But since he was taking them, he would take them all.

Aiven threatened him again. "Hand them over!!"

"There are no more, I really have no more!!"

"I'll say it one last time. Hand them over! Otherwise, the three of you can forget about leaving easily." Aiven's killing intent surged.

"I'll hand them over! I'll hand them over!"

Tang San finally surrendered every blueprint he had. But he also knew that Aiven probably could not forge the last few items anyway, so giving them up was no great loss.

"That's more like it. Now, kneel!"

"Kneel before me, slap yourselves three times, then kowtow and apologize!"