Tang Lan Knows How to Handle Things, Flender's Request!

Since physical damage did not work, he would use magical damage!

"First Soul Skill: Eagle Strike the Sky!"

Flender's Soul Power erupted as he launched an even fiercer attack, attempting to use Soul Power vibrations to shake Tang Lan's body.

But once the Soul Power entered Tang Lan's body, it immediately "lost contact."

—Undying Imprint Technique!

Then,

in the next strike, he sensed a "familiar feeling."

It was—

his own Soul Power?!

What the hell?

Tang Lan's ability to borrow force and return it could even "hijack" Soul Power?

The more Flender fought, the more alarmed he became!

The Soul Power within his body also dwindled with every exchange.

For a moment,

he actually felt like he might be "worn to death."

It had completely shaken his confidence.

He was a dignified Seven-Ring Soul Sage, level seventy-eight!

Yet he had been held back by a mere level-forty brat?

Seeing the increasingly strange looks in the eyes of Dai Mubai and the other little brats below, Flender knew he could not wait any longer!

Otherwise,

his dignity as dean would be completely gone!

"Sixth Soul Skill: Golden Cat Eagle!"

The vanished golden armor reappeared.

Flender reached out and grabbed the Thunder Flame Clear Sky Hammer, relying on his level advantage to forcibly "halt" the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

Unexpectedly,

the Thunder Flame Clear Sky Hammer erupted with tremendous force and directly shifted into Soaring Sky Strike!

"Boom—"

Flames and lightning raged across Flender's body, and even his golden armor dimmed somewhat from the blow.

Flender's palm trembled, but he had at least caught it.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"This ends here!"

"Second Soul Skill: Cat Eye!"

He locked onto Tang Lan.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Eagle Claw Cut!"

Ten razor-sharp air blades curved in from both sides toward Tang Lan.

Tang Lan withdrew.

Repeating his previous tactic, he moved along the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor and used the Lingbo Microstep to evade the attack.

But this time, the sharp air blades seemed to have navigation installed. They could even turn and pursue him.

With no other choice,

Tang Lan could only dismiss the Spirit Thunder Flame Clear Sky Hammer, then condense it back into his hand.

Then it spun at high speed, transforming into layers of light shields around him.

Haotian Bodyguard!

He then controlled the nearby Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor, weaving it into a shield before him.

The sharp air blades followed close behind, slicing through the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor.

Then they struck the light shields.

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

Amid the unending sounds of collision,

golden light blazed from Tang Lan's body as the Undying Imprint Technique ran at full force.

He actually took this Fifth Soul Skill without injury!

The Fifth Soul Skill of a Seven-Ring Soul Sage!!!

Of course,

the price was that his inner force plummeted by more than thirty percent.

But that was not a big problem.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill operated at full power, supplying him with a steady stream of inner force.

The Undying Imprint Technique had also absorbed quite a bit of Soul Power, which he could use for the next attack.

Still—

"Aiya—"

Tang Lan deliberately cried out and flew backward.

The Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor along his path tried to "stop" him, but all of it was smashed to pieces.

"Bang—"

He crashed onto the ground, sending dust flying everywhere.

The spectacle was immense.

Xiao Wu's heart tightened!

She hurriedly ran over, her face full of concern.

Only Flender looked suspicious.

Then he understood.

This little fellow...

was rather interesting.

As the smoke cleared,

Tang Lan knelt on one knee, bracing himself with the Thunder Flame Clear Sky Hammer. His clothes were disheveled, his hair a mess, and his face held an unhealthy pallor.

He looked exactly like someone who had suffered internal injuries.

Combined with that handsome face of his, even Zhu Zhuqing's cold heart began to beat a little faster.

Xiao Wu, however, was absolutely heartbroken for him!

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Tang Lan said through their spiritual link. "If I didn't act this way, Dean Flender wouldn't be able to save face."

Xiao Wu froze.

Her worried expression vanished, and she gave the descending Flender a strange look.

She silently lowered her head, afraid he would see the corners of her lips curling up.

Zhu Zhuqing and the others also gathered around at this point.

"I have a big sausage!"

Oscar handed over several Recovery Sausages, and Tang Lan accepted and swallowed them without complaint.

—If he selectively forgot that incantation, these Recovery Sausages actually tasted pretty good.

They could restore a small amount of inner force.

Tang Lan also released his control, and color returned to his face.

He praised Flender, "Thank you for showing mercy, Dean. I was the one who overestimated myself."

Even someone as thick-skinned as Flender felt a little embarrassed by that.

The student knew how to handle things so well. He could not be unreasonable, could he?

He immediately praised him. "I only won because of my level advantage. Without the defense of my Sixth Soul Skill, the outcome of this match would have been hard to say."

"Among those of the same rank, Xiao Lan, you are invincible."

"Within ten levels, unless they possess a super martial soul, you will still win steadily."

"Even if they are twenty levels above you, ordinary Soul Masters who cannot break through your siege will still be worn to death."

"Of course, this advantage will gradually diminish as your level rises and Soul Ring Ages grow closer."

"But before a Seven-Ring Soul Sage possesses a Martial Soul Avatar, the difference will not be too great."

That evaluation

could not have been any higher!

Tang Lan nodded in understanding.

He finally knew where his limits lay.

"Wow! You're amazing, Brother!" Xiao Wu exclaimed.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Some even glanced toward Tang San.

Though no one said it aloud, those who understood, understood.

They had the same parents, so why was the gap...

"Ahem!" Flender said loudly. "Have you finished your laps? Are you not eating dinner?"

Everyone jumped in alarm!

They scattered in a swarm.

"Ma Hongjun, stay behind."

Once everyone else had left,

Flender looked approvingly at Tang Lan.

"Xiao Lan, aside from group activities, you can arrange your own time freely from now on."

Tang Lan had helped him save face, so naturally Flender had to return the favor.

Tang Lan grinned.

"Thank you, Dean."

Flender pulled Ma Hongjun over and scolded him—

"I heard you had a conflict with Xiao Lan yesterday? Did you run your mouth again? Apologize now!"

Ma Hongjun had witnessed Tang Lan's terrifying combat strength with his own eyes today.

He had long since been frightened.

Hearing that,

he immediately bowed and apologized.

"I ran my mouth yesterday. I'll never dare do it again!"

"Lan-ge, please be magnanimous and spare me!"

Flender also looked at Tang Lan, waiting for his response.

Tang Lan shrugged.

"Since the dean has spoken, let's put yesterday's matter behind us."

Ma Hongjun let out a huge sigh of relief.

For the next few years, he would not have to live in constant fear.

He had thought the matter would end there.

Unexpectedly—

"Xiao Lan, I have an unreasonable request."

Flender said awkwardly—

"During our fight just now, I noticed that your Soul Power is pure and righteous. It seems capable of restraining evil forces?"

"Hongjun's martial soul mutated and was born with a strand of evil fire, which has affected his temperament."

"Could you try dispersing it for him?"

"Or you could use your Life Spirit Blue Silver Grass to try drawing out the evil fire."

Well then!

As expected of a teacher—he truly had Ma Hongjun's best interests at heart.

Conveniently,

Tang Lan had already intended to do so, using this chance to "subdue" Ma Hongjun.

So he nodded.

"Then I'll give it a try."

He raised a hand and placed it on Ma Hongjun's shoulder, sending in the supremely firm and blazing inner force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

The moment it entered,

it encountered a strange aura, scorching hot yet tinged with sinister evil.

It had fused with Ma Hongjun's Soul Power, tangled together beyond separation.

It was extremely difficult to break down.

Tang Lan drove the inner force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, turning it into a blazing sun. Every trace of sinister evil along the way melted away upon contact.

But what melted away as well

was that scorching heat.

Ma Hongjun's originally high-quality Soul Power plummeted in quality.

He killed a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of his own.

Tang Lan withdrew the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, his brows furrowing.

It wasn't that the matter was difficult to handle.

For instance, if Ma Hongjun cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, these would not only cease to be problems, but could even aid his cultivation.

But...

"Ma Hongjun, you should know it yourself too, right?" Tang Lan suddenly asked.