Volume One

"Wang Sheng, if I don't beat you until you're looking for your teeth on the floor today, my name isn't Liu." After saying this, a faint green light emerged from Xiao Chenyu's body. Following that, a white spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, his muscles began to swell rapidly, his eyes turned a pale green, and a phantom wolf silhouette took shape behind him. With the situation now at a point of no return, Xiao Chenyu had no choice but to bite the bullet, stomp hard on the ground, and lunge toward Tang San.

"Make your move!" Tang San said indifferently.

"A... a hundred-year spirit ring?" The crowd was shocked.

Tang San's expression darkened slightly, and he said coldly.

After clashing, Xiao Chenyu only felt that Tang San's hands were as hard as iron; no matter how much force he exerted, he seemed unable to crush them.

The moment Tang San announced that his martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, Xiao Chenyu and the noble students behind him all burst into uproarious laughter.

"Bang!"

"Blue Silver Grass, Bind."

Seeing that Tang San actually dared to use his hands to collide with his wolf claws, a look of disdain curled the corners of Xiao Chenyu's mouth as he thought to himself.

Liu Long saw Wang Sheng rushing over and his expression turned grave. He swung his long staff rapidly, landing seven or eight heavy blows directly on Wang Sheng's head, chest, and his weakest point, the waist.

As he spoke, Tang San slowly raised his right hand, and faint Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm. A bright yellow spirit ring rose from beneath Tang San's feet, circling his body and pulsing up and down.

"Xiao Chenyu, sixth-year student, martial soul, Wolf. Level 11, one-ring battle spirit master."

Xiao Chenyu looked at Tang San coldly. The contempt and disdain on his face had vanished, replaced by a look of gravity.

"Tang San, first-year work-study student, martial soul, Blue Silver Grass. Level 13, one-ring tool spirit master."

But when they heard Tang San's spirit power level, their grinning faces immediately froze. A few even had their mouths hanging open, looking at Tang San as if he were a monster.

Amidst constant tiger roars, Wang Sheng's spirit power grew weaker and weaker, and his entire body was covered in bruises. Finally, taking advantage of the fact that his spirit power had not yet been completely exhausted, Wang Sheng launched one last wave of attacks.

Fortunately, Wang Sheng's martial soul was a beast martial soul, which had much higher resistance to damage than an ordinary spirit master. If it had been anyone else, they likely would have lost the ability to fight after taking so many heavy blows.

Facing Xiao Chenyu's attack, Tang San immediately gathered his Mysterious Heaven Skill into his palms, then activated his Mysterious Jade Hand to meet Xiao Chenyu's wolf claws head-on.

Liu Long would not give his opponent a chance to breathe. He followed up with another heavy blow, this time striking Wang Sheng directly on the waist, sending his body tumbling to the left.

The appearance of the spirit ring on Tang San's body could be said to have overturned the perceptions of these students. After all, a six or seven-year-old child reaching the level of a spirit master had never happened in the entire history of Nuoding Academy.

"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 echoed.

Announcing one's martial soul and level was a form of respect for one's opponent.

"Boss, what are you afraid of? His martial soul is just the trash martial soul Blue Silver Grass." Ling Feng saw Xiao Chenyu trembling slightly and couldn't help but try to bolster his courage.

Xiao Wu walked out with a gloomy face and gave a light wave of her small hand, signaling the other work-study students to carry back Wang Sheng, who had collapsed and fainted.

In the arena, the battle between Liu Long and Wang Sheng was still ongoing.

"..." Wang Sheng was seeing stars.

"Ah? Then what should we do? Are we just going to watch Wang Sheng lose?" Xiao Wu was somewhat unwilling. According to her inner thoughts, she naturally didn't want to lose a single match.

Hearing this, Tang San shook his head and said, "It will be very difficult! Liu Long's martial soul is a staff, which has a certain restraining effect on Wang Sheng's War Tiger martial soul. It's hard for Wang Sheng to get close to him, so he can only take a beating passively."

Tang San split his hands, grabbed Xiao Chenyu's wrist with a backhand grip, leaned his body slightly forward, and kicked the latter in the lower abdomen. Immediately, Xiao Chenyu's body was thrown several meters away.

"Ah!" Wang Sheng let out a miserable cry.

Finally, another heavy blow landed on Wang Sheng's head. Liu Long had put his full strength into these attacks, and Wang Sheng was eventually beaten into unconsciousness.

The next second, Xiao Chenyu's claws collided with Tang San's palms.

Wang Sheng's martial soul was a beast martial soul; his strength and agility were clearly superior to his opponent's, but his disadvantage was that he did not yet possess a spirit ring and could not perform Martial Soul Avatar. Encountering an opponent like Liu Long who used a long staff martial soul, he was beaten into having no power to fight back, as the opponent utilized the characteristic that "one inch longer is one inch stronger."

"Level 13, one-ring tool spirit master."

Just as the words fell, the long staff in Liu Long's hand struck Wang Sheng's chest fiercely once more. Despite the protection of his spirit power, a bloody gash was still left on Wang Sheng's chest by the opponent's staff.

"Hmph! We lost the first match. Next match, San, you go." Xiao Chenyu gasped. Originally, he had planned to let Ling Feng go, but judging by the current situation, he had to handle it himself.

"It's fine, we still have the two of us. Even if Wang Sheng really loses later, the two of us can still take the final two matches." Tang San was quite optimistic; after all, it was a best-of-three series, and as long as they won in the end, it would be fine.

"Wang Sheng, oh Wang Sheng, you really don't learn your lesson. My martial soul is a staff, yet you actually dared to come up and fight me!" Liu Long curled his lips and said coldly.

Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind generated by the collision between the two dispersed from the point of impact, making the surrounding spectators struggle to stand steady.

"Hmph, idiot. So what if you have a hundred-year spirit ring? You still lack combat experience. Daring to use your hands to collide head-on with my wolf claws is simply looking for death."

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San picked up a few small pebbles from the ground, quietly held them in his hand, and walked out.

Seeing this, spirit power light also shone on Wang Sheng's body. A phantom tiger took shape behind him, and he crossed his arms to meet the opponent's long staff.

"What did you just say? You said what level you are?"

"Let's end it like this." A dull thud sounded at the site of the battle.

Hearing this, Ling Feng nodded slightly, quietly retreated, and disappeared into the crowd.

Having been the boss at Nuoding Academy for several years, and as the son of the Nuoding City lord, Xiao Chenyu's insight was naturally not shallow. He saw that Tang San was not someone to be trifled with and hurriedly called for someone to fetch reinforcements.

"Awoo!"

"Idiot, shut your mouth. If you're so tough, you go!" Xiao Chenyu barked, interrupting Ling Feng's words, then leaned into his ear and whispered, "Go and invite Boss Su over for me."

Liu Long's expression turned cold. He quickly stepped forward, raised the long staff in his hand high above his head, and smashed it down fiercely toward Wang Sheng.