Volume One

Blue Silver Grass, Bind. "Wang Sheng, if I don't beat you until you're crawling around looking for your teeth today, then my surname isn't Liu." After saying that, a faint blue light emerged from Xiao Chenyu's body. A white soul ring rose from beneath his feet, and his muscles rapidly swelled. Finally, his eyes turned pale green, and an illusory wolf shadow formed behind him. Things had reached the point where there was no turning back. Xiao Chenyu could only grit his teeth, stomp hard on the ground, and pounce at Tang San. "Make your move," Tang San said flatly. "A... hundred-year soul ring?" Everyone was shocked. Tang San's expression darkened slightly as he spoke coldly. After exchanging blows, Xiao Chenyu only felt that Tang San's hands were as hard as iron. No matter how hard he tried, he seemed unable to tear them apart. The moment Tang San announced that his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, Xiao Chenyu and the noble students behind him all burst into laughter. Bang! "Blue Silver Grass, Bind." Seeing that Tang San actually dared to meet his wolf claws with his bare hands, Xiao Chenyu curled his lips in disdain. He actually dared to use his hands against my wolf claws. He's practically asking to die. Liu Long's expression turned solemn when he saw Wang Sheng counterattack. The long staff in his hand whirled rapidly, and seven or eight heavy blows landed directly on Wang Sheng's head, chest, and most vulnerable waist. As he spoke, Tang San slowly raised his right hand. Blue Silver Grass sprouted quietly from his palm, while a bright yellow soul ring rose beneath his feet and pulsed up and down around his body. "Xiao Chenyu, sixth-year student. Martial Soul: Wolf. Level eleven, one-ring Battle Soul Master." Xiao Chenyu stared coldly at Tang San. The contempt and disdain on his face had vanished, replaced by grave seriousness. "Tang San, first-year work-study student. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level thirteen, one-ring Tool Soul Master." Yet when they heard Tang San's Soul Power level, their beaming faces instantly froze. A few of them even gaped at him as though he were some kind of monster. Amid unceasing tiger roars, Wang Sheng's Soul Power grew weaker and weaker, while bruises covered his entire body. Finally, before his Soul Power was completely depleted, Wang Sheng launched one last assault. Fortunately, Wang Sheng's Martial Soul was a beast Martial Soul, and his resistance to blows was far stronger than that of ordinary Soul Masters. If it had been anyone else, after taking so many staff strikes in a row, they would probably have already lost the ability to fight. Facing Xiao Chenyu's attack, Tang San immediately gathered the Mysterious Heaven Skill into both palms and activated the Mysterious Jade Hand, directly meeting Xiao Chenyu's wolf claws. Liu Long had no intention of giving his opponent a chance to catch his breath. He followed up with another heavy strike, this one smashing directly into Wang Sheng's waist and sending him tumbling to the left. The appearance of Tang San's soul ring could be said to have overturned these students' understanding. After all, a child of six or seven reaching the realm of a Soul Master had never happened in the entire history of Nuoding Academy. "Little San, do you think Wang Sheng can win this match?" Xiao Wu tilted her head toward Tang San and asked softly. Bang! A dull thud sounded. Announcing one's Martial Soul and level was a form of respect toward one's opponent. "Boss, what are you afraid of? His Martial Soul is only the useless Blue Silver Grass," Ling Feng said, seeing that Xiao Chenyu was somewhat intimidated and unable to resist bolstering his courage. Xiao Wu walked out with a dark expression and lightly waved her small hand, signaling the other work-study students to carry the unconscious Wang Sheng back. In the arena, Liu Long and Wang Sheng's battle continued. "..." Wang Sheng saw stars. "Huh? Then what do we do? Are we just going to watch Wang Sheng lose?" Xiao Wu was unwilling to accept it. According to her own thoughts, she naturally did not want to lose a single match. Hearing this, Tang San shook his head. "It'll probably be difficult. Liu Long's Martial Soul is a staff, which restrains Wang Sheng's War Tiger Martial Soul to some extent. Wang Sheng has a hard time getting close to him and can only passively take hits." Tang San spread his hands, seized Xiao Chenyu's wrists with a backhand grip, leaned forward slightly, and kicked him in the lower abdomen. Xiao Chenyu's body was immediately sent flying several meters away. "Ah!" Wang Sheng let out a miserable cry. Finally, another heavy blow struck Wang Sheng's head. Liu Long had gone all out with these attacks, and Wang Sheng was ultimately beaten unconscious. The next second, Xiao Chenyu's claws collided with Tang San's palms. Wang Sheng's Martial Soul was a beast Martial Soul, so his strength and agility clearly surpassed his opponent's. However, he suffered from not having a soul ring yet and being unable to use Martial Soul Possession. Against an opponent like Liu Long, who wielded a long-staff Martial Soul, he was thoroughly suppressed by the advantage of greater reach and left without any ability to fight back. "Level thirteen, one-ring Tool Soul Master." As soon as the words fell, Liu Long's staff viciously struck Wang Sheng's chest again. Although Soul Power protected him, the blow still left a bloody mark across Wang Sheng's chest. "Hmph! We lost the first match. In the next one, Little San, you go." Xiao Chenyu sucked in a cold breath. He had originally planned to send Ling Feng out for this match, but judging from the situation now, he would have to fight personally. "It's fine. Aren't there still the two of us? Even if Wang Sheng really loses, the two of us can take the final two matches and still win," Tang San said optimistically. It was best two out of three, after all. As long as they won in the end, that was enough. "Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng, you really never learn. My Martial Soul is a staff, yet you actually dared to come fight me!" Liu Long curled his lips and said coldly. At once, a powerful gust of air produced by their clash spread outward from the point of impact, making even the spectators around them unsteady on their feet. "Hmph, idiot. So what if you have a hundred-year soul ring? You still lack combat experience. You actually dared to use your hands to clash head-on with my wolf claws. You're simply courting death." Bang! As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San picked up several small stones from the ground, quietly held them in his hand, and stepped forward. Seeing this, Soul Power light likewise flared around Wang Sheng. An illusory tiger formed behind him as he crossed his arms and raised them to block the incoming staff. "What did you just say? What level did you say you were?" "Let's end this." A dull sound came from where they fought. Hearing this, Ling Feng nodded slightly, quietly retreated, and disappeared into the crowd. Xiao Chenyu had been the boss of Nuoding Academy for several years, and as the son of Nuoding City's city lord, he naturally had considerable experience. He could tell that Tang San was no pushover, so he hurriedly sent someone to call for reinforcements. Awoo! "Idiot, shut up! If you're so capable, then you go!" Xiao Chenyu snapped, cutting Ling Feng off. Then he leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Hurry and bring Boss Su here." Liu Long's face turned cold. He quickly stepped forward, swung the long staff over his head, and viciously smashed it down at Wang Sheng.