Hundred Year Soul Ring, Terrifying Indeed!

As a transmigrator—and a genius of the Tang Sect in his previous life—Tang San naturally had no trouble dealing with a sixth-grade elementary student.

That student named Ling Feng was fairly strong within the Senior Student Group, second only to their boss, Xiao Chenyu. But after all, he was not a true Soul Master.

Whether in combat experience, Soul Power cultivation, or Soul Ring configuration, he was fundamentally inferior to Tang San. Naturally, he could not have been Tang San's opponent.

So after just one exchange, Ling Feng was instantly defeated by Tang San. The entire process was clean and efficient; Tang San had not even used Soul Power.

Seeing this, the group of upperclassmen in the Senior Student Group was utterly shocked. They had only known that there was a girl named Xiao Wu in the Work-Study Student Group who had been throwing her weight around lately.

But they truly had not known that Xiao Wu had someone as ruthless as Tang San under her command.

Seeing Tang San's crisp, decisive moves, the upperclassmen were at a loss. Ling Feng had been defeated in a single exchange. If it had been them, things probably would not have gone much better.

As the boss of the Senior Student Group, Xiao Chenyu's expression was even more frighteningly ugly. With his discernment, he could naturally tell—

Other than himself, no one on his side was likely to be Tang San's match.

But if he stepped onto the field now, whether he could deal with opponents like Tang San and Xiao Wu was also questionable.

Still, things had reached this point, and Xiao Chenyu had no other choice. If he did not take the field, the Senior Student Group's morale would likely be completely depleted.

Of course, Xiao Chenyu was not without preparations. After all, he was an eleventh-level Soul Master and was quite confident in his own strength.

Moreover, he had recently encountered a fortunate opportunity and obtained an extremely wondrous self-created Soul Skill that could increase his strength for a short period of time.

Though this Soul Skill had some side effects after use, Xiao Chenyu could no longer worry about such things if he wanted to win this match.

Naturally, Xiao Chenyu did not know just how terrifying the side effects of the Demonic Dismemberment Technique truly were. Otherwise, even if he had ten times the courage, he would not have dared to use it like this.

After all, the Demonic Dismemberment Technique Li Ang had sold to Xiao Chenyu was, like the two manuals he had sold Tang San, also a shortened version. Li Ang had very thoughtfully removed the section concerning the technique's side effects. That way, classmate Xiao Chenyu could boldly use this "self-created Soul Skill" without concern!

"Xiao Chenyu, sixth-grade student. Martial Soul: Wolf. Eleventh-level, one-ring Battle Soul Master." Having confidence in himself, Xiao Chenyu hesitated briefly before stepping forward and announcing his Martial Soul and level. He intended to defeat Tang San with the fiercest methods, then defeat Xiao Wu and establish his absolute position within Notting City Primary Soul Master Academy.

If he truly could not overpower them, then he would use his self-created Soul Skill and end things quickly!

As Xiao Chenyu's voice fell, a layer of cyan light emerged from his body. As the light flickered, the muscles all over his body rapidly swelled. His eyes gradually turned green, the nails on his hands sharpened, and a white Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet.

"Tang San, first-year work-study student. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Eleventh-level, one-ring Tool Soul Master." On the other side, Tang San stepped forward and announced his Martial Soul and level as well.

This was a kind of dueling etiquette on Douluo Dalu. During a duel, the Soul Masters on both sides would announce their Martial Souls and levels.

As time passed, Soul Masters even did this in life-and-death battles where they fought to kill one another.

In any case, Li Ang had never been able to understand the thought process of these Soul Masters on Douluo Dalu. In a fight to the death, what was the point of laying out all your secrets for the enemy?

Thus, Li Ang had never followed this so-called dueling etiquette of Douluo Dalu, especially not when fighting enemies to the death.

What he loved most was giving his enemies a fake Martial Soul and level while taking the chance to strike ruthlessly with a sneak attack.

He would leap up with a snap—left front kick, right roundhouse kick, left jab—and make his enemies reflect on themselves.

Of course, the two currently dueling were not as shameless as Li Ang.

The two honestly announced their Martial Souls and Soul Power levels, and neither took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

However, once Tang San announced his Martial Soul, the upperclassmen immediately burst into laughter.

In ordinary people's eyes, Blue Silver Grass was a useless Martial Soul. These people did not know that if Blue Silver Grass, this Soul Beast that was weak to the extreme, could truly grow to maturity, it could evolve into the 100,000-year Soul Beast, the Blue Silver Emperor.

Something like a 100,000-year Soul Beast was simply too far removed from them.

Because they were ignorant, they were exceedingly fearless.

Xiao Chenyu, however, was considerably wiser than his group of underlings. Upon hearing this, he asked with a face full of disbelief, "What level of Soul Power did you just say you had?"

"Eleventh level, one-ring Tool Soul Master." How could Tang San pass up such a perfect chance to show off? As his voice fell, a faint white light shone from his body.

As he slowly raised his right hand, dusky Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm. With a sharp sweep of his right hand, the Blue Silver Grass scattered around his feet. A bright yellow Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath him.

On Douluo Dalu, Soul Master Soul Rings had distinct characteristics. Soul Rings of different ages came in different colors.

The most ordinary were the white Ten Year Soul Rings. Above them came yellow Hundred Year Soul Rings, purple Thousand Year Soul Rings, black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, and red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Soul Masters with ordinary talent generally added white Ten Year Soul Rings as their first Soul Rings. Xiao Chenyu was one such example.

Even Li Ang, a Titled Douluo, had added a white Ten Year Soul Ring as his first Soul Ring.

It was not that Li Ang had not wanted to add a higher-level Soul Ring to himself. His talent at the time had simply been too limited.

Even with the assistance of teachers from the Soul Master Academy, after killing a Hundred Year Soul Beast, Li Ang had been unable to absorb its Hundred Year Soul Ring and had nearly suffered serious injuries.

That was why, on Douluo Dalu, talent was truly extraordinarily important to Soul Masters. It could practically determine a Soul Master's upper limit.

Even Li Ang had only broken through the limits of his talent and become a Titled Douluo with the help of an Immortal Herb.

Thus, when Tang San's yellow Hundred Year Soul Ring slowly rose, every upperclassman wore an expression of utter disbelief, as though they had seen some kind of monster.

Xiao Chenyu, who had been preparing to confront Tang San, sucked in a cold breath. "A Hundred Year Soul Ring! Terrifying indeed!"