This World Itself Is Unfair!

On the low hill, Lu Yuan and Tang San both retreated several steps and stood facing each other from afar.

Old Jack looked at Lu Yuan, then at Tang San. In the end, he sighed helplessly and stepped aside from between them.

Tang San's gaze darkened slightly.

He was not absolutely certain he could win this fight.

Both of them were Soul Scholars and had yet to obtain soul rings, so naturally, neither had any soul skills.

From that punch just now, he had already roughly figured out the uses and effects of Lu Yuan's Martial Soul.

Just as he could make the Blue Silver Grass grow in simple ways without a soul ring, Lu Yuan could also use his Martial Soul to manipulate the air to a basic degree without a soul ring.

When it came to Martial Souls, he held no advantage.

Therefore.

Tang San casually grabbed a handful of gravel from the ground and used a special throwing technique to divide it into several batches, hurling them one after another at Lu Yuan.

The gravel let out sharp whistling sounds as it flew through the air, but it all stopped not far in front of Lu Yuan before dropping to the ground.

From afar, it looked as if an invisible wall stood before Lu Yuan.

"Let's see how long you can keep this up!"

Following Tang San's fierce shout, another heap of gravel came hurtling toward Lu Yuan, raining down over him.

Yet it was once again blocked in front of Lu Yuan.

Then came another handful of whistling gravel.

It, too, was intercepted.

Fortunately, there were plenty of stones on this little hill, and they were easy to find.

Otherwise, Tang San would not have had enough ammunition to wear Lu Yuan down.

He used gravel for long-range attrition.

He used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track for evasive movement.

He used Mystic Jade Hand for close combat.

Though he could not break through Lu Yuan's turtle shell for the time being, Lu Yuan could not possibly keep that shell up forever!

A Martial Soul was a Martial Soul, and soul power was soul power.

Tang San could refrain from using soul power and continually drain Lu Yuan's soul power.

But Lu Yuan could only defend passively. Even if he occasionally counterattacked, Tang San could evade with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Over time, Lu Yuan would collapse without even needing to be defeated!

It could be said that Tang San's tactical arrangements were quite good. He made full use of the terrain and brought out his own strengths.

As he watched Tang San continuously test him, a flicker of anger rose within Lu Yuan.

Of course, that did nothing to alleviate the stiffness of his body.

Right now, he could not even raise an arm, much less launch a counterattack.

He could not even make his fingers twitch!

Tang Hao!

Lu Yuan silently repeated the name in his heart, burying his anger deep inside.

To use oppressive aura to continuously suppress him without crushing him, while limiting its range to him alone and leaving Old Jack and Tang San nearby unaffected—

With such precise control, who else in this little village could it be besides Tang Hao?

However, compared to his formidable strength, this petty-mindedness was even more contemptible!

Lu Yuan did not know whether Tang Hao's old injuries had healed.

But even if Tang Hao's injuries had not recovered in the slightest, he still possessed the strength of a standard Titled Douluo.

A Titled Douluo was using oppressive aura to suppress him, a Soul Scholar who had yet to obtain a soul ring, stripping him of the ability to fight back and leaving him no choice but to defend passively.

He knew the Tang Clan had always been protective of its own.

But this was not how you protected your own!

It was only natural for hatred to take root in his heart.

Was he supposed to thank Tang Hao for showing mercy and not crushing him?

Moreover, that oppressive aura carried traces of bone-chilling coldness.

Not much.

Since he had never experienced it in his past life, Lu Yuan could not determine whether it was killing intent.

But today, he truly experienced what it meant to have a thorn at one's back!

This was no longer mere favoritism.

It was like directly handing Tang San the correct answers, snapping Lu Yuan's pen in half, and then tossing it out the window!

So what if he knew the answers?

Without even a pen, how was he supposed to answer the questions?

Or rather, did he even still have the courage to keep answering?

Wave after wave of bone-chilling coldness kept Lu Yuan from acting rashly.

He did not dare gamble his life on whether Tang Hao would intervene.

If he won, he would get an enrollment slot.

If he lost, he would lose his life.

Given Tang Hao's temperament, Lu Yuan felt it was better not to gamble.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Yuan suppressed the humiliation welling up in his heart.

Fairness, my ass!

He had thought things were far too simple!

In this world where the strong were revered, even the world itself was unfair!

If the world were relatively fair, there would be no Soul Masters, no soul beasts, and certainly no gods!

Yet Han Xin had once endured the humiliation of crawling between a man's legs. Why could he not endure this?

Besides, the humiliation he had suffered had not even reached that extent.

"Stop. I concede!"

Before him.

In the empty air.

Within Lu Yuan's line of sight, transparent threads connected end to end, forming an irregular oval Spatial Barrier.

The Spatial Barrier was not damaged in the slightest.

But its creator had been forced to lower his head.

This battle was not its fault.

It had merely encountered a Titled Douluo with no Martial Virtue.

Tang San smiled as he tossed the gravel in his hand onto the ground.

He had perfectly carried out the tactics he had envisioned.

Although he was disappointed that Blue Silver Grass was a useless Martial Soul, he not only had another Martial Soul, but had also defeated another genius with Innate Full Soul Power without even using his Martial Soul.

That proved that Martial Souls could not decide everything!

"Although I don't know how you did it, I really was heavily suppressed."

"Still, losing to another person with Innate Full Soul Power isn't exactly unjustified."

"You can have the enrollment slot."

"I'm not the kind of person who can't accept defeat."

Feeling his body gradually regain its flexibility, Lu Yuan reached behind himself to touch the cold sweat on his back. He could not help sneering inwardly.

If he had merely been deeply suspicious of Tang Hao before.

Then now, he was certain!

How could there be such a coincidence?

The moment he conceded, the oppressive aura pressing down on him vanished without a sound.

Who was Tang Hao trying to fool?

Did he really think Lu Yuan was a six-year-old child?

If Tang Hao was not secretly observing this place right now, Lu Yuan would perform a handstand split in public.

However, the urgent matter at hand was to get himself out of this mud pit first.

With an ugly expression, Lu Yuan walked over to Tang San, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, then said nothing as he passed him and headed down the hill.

Every movement and expression reflected the dejection in Lu Yuan's heart at that moment.

Tang San subconsciously turned around.

Lu Yuan's lonely and desolate figure was already walking farther and farther away.

Had I gone too far?

The thought flashed through Tang San's mind, only to be crowded out by the joy of victory and obtaining the spoils of war.

It did not leave behind even the slightest trace of presence.

Old Jack looked at Tang San, who was immersed in joy, then at Lu Yuan walking away. He let out a deep sigh.

Although only three people knew the exact course of events, by evening, every household in the little village had learned of it.

Small villages had the benefits of small villages, and big cities had the benefits of big cities.

Whenever something interesting happened in a small village, it did not take three or five days. All it took was a day or a night for the gossiping villagers to learn most of the details.

Of course, what they learned was not merely the event itself.

There were also seven or eight embellished little stories derived from it.

Lying on his bed, Lu Yuan raised a hand and touched the pattern on the back of his right hand.

He would remember today's humiliation forever.

Remember:

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