Battle Training

Tang San and Xiao Wu's spar ultimately ended in Tang San's victory.

Setting aside his own martial skills, the recovery ability and "Seed Toss" granted by his First Spirit Ring alone had already made him far more troublesome to deal with.

If Tang San applied his hidden weapon techniques to "Seed Toss," the threat it posed would rise dramatically.

Xiao Wu had been blasted into a sorry state by those elusive Blue Silver Grass seeds and had no choice but to admit defeat in the end.

"What kind of ridiculous soul skill is this? It's so frustrating to fight against!" Xiao Wu said unhappily.

Whenever she tried to get close to Tang San, a seed would pop out from nowhere and explode with a bang in her path, forcing her to retreat.

But whenever Xiao Wu tried to keep her distance and attack Tang San from afar with Moonlight Ray, Tang San's strange footwork made him impossible to hit.

She couldn't get close, and she couldn't hit him from range. Of course she could only surrender.

"In a sense, Xiao San's fighting style has already taken shape. Though he is a Support System Spirit Master, he possesses this degree of control—it truly is unbelievable," Grandmaster commented from the side.

He looked toward Chen Feng, only to find the boy stroking his chin as though pondering something, so he asked:

"Xiao Feng, what are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking..." Chen Feng said slowly as he looked at Tang San, "Xiao San, can the seeds you throw have their properties altered?"

"Alter their properties? What do you mean?" Tang San asked, somewhat confused.

"I mean enhancing certain traits to give them different functions. For instance, enhancing the flash produced by their explosions, so they can be used to disrupt someone's vision.

"Or perhaps storing more energy inside them, giving them greater explosive power. Can you do things like that? If you can, then you're probably more than just a Support System Spirit Master," Chen Feng explained his thoughts.

"I'm afraid... that would be rather difficult." Tang San thought for a moment before replying. "When these seeds are formed, the sunlight energy within them has already been allocated. What you described is probably impossible—at least for now."

"Fine. Even if you can't do that, you're already troublesome enough as you are," Chen Feng said with a trace of regret.

He had thought Tang San could use this to change classes and become an ammunition specialist.

Flash Bombs, freezing bombs, explosive incendiary bombs, electric shock bombs—just tossing out a whole pile of them whenever he faced an enemy. How satisfying would that be?

Unfortunately, it seemed that wild idea could not be realized.

"Come to think of it, Xiao San, what exactly is your relationship with these seeds?" Chen Feng suddenly thought of another question. "Do they count as your sons?"

"S-sons?" Tang San froze.

He was only six years old. How could he possibly have sons?

Tang Hao, who was hiding somewhere and observing them in secret, twitched at the corner of his mouth, utterly speechless.

"Of course. These seeds are basically something you produced, so don't they count as your sons?" Chen Feng countered.

Honestly, Tang San's First Soul Skill reminded him so much of the skill of a hero from a game in his past life.

And that skill had a nickname: throwing sons.

"Pfft—Xiao San, you have sons now! Hahahaha, you have so many sons!" Hearing Chen Feng's words, Xiao Wu immediately doubled over with laughter.

Tang San's face flushed red as he argued:

"Th-they can't count as my sons! Can matters of a martial soul count as having sons?"

Then came a string of incomprehensible remarks, things like "a martial soul is a martial soul, and I am me," and "a martial soul's sons aren't my sons," which made all three of them laugh. The woods were filled with cheerful air.

"Alright, alright, stop messing around. Continue the sparring," Grandmaster said, trying to smooth things over after failing to hold back his laughter for a while.

"Xiao Feng, it's your turn." Tang San looked at Chen Feng darkly, clearly harboring ill intent.

Chen Feng's laughter abruptly died in his throat. He swallowed and stepped forward despite himself.

"Um, go easy on me."

"Heh heh."

Tang San sneered and opened with a classic triple combo.

Seed Toss x3.

Watching the three seeds fly toward him and seal off the front, left, and right directions, Chen Feng raised the Tai Chi Bagua Sword and smacked the seed on the left away, then dove to the left to avoid the other two.

The moment Chen Feng got back to his feet, he saw another three seeds flying toward him.

"Damn, are you some kind of pea shooter?" he muttered as he continued dodging miserably.

Fortunately, Tang San showed mercy and did not use his hidden weapon techniques to throw the Blue Silver Grass seeds. That allowed Chen Feng to judge their trajectories fairly clearly and evade them.

"Xiao San's going easy on him," Xiao Wu muttered unhappily.

Tang San had not held back at all against such a cute little girl as her, yet he was going easy on Chen Feng. That left Xiao Wu feeling rather unbalanced.

Hearing her muttering, Grandmaster explained from beside her:

"That is because, under equal conditions in the early stages, Beast Spirit Masters possess greater combat strength than Tool Spirit Masters. If Xiao San hadn't used that special technique, he likely wouldn't have been your match, especially since you seem to have had combat experience to begin with.

"Xiao Feng is different. I can tell that he has no foundation, so Xiao San isn't using his full strength either. Otherwise, this battle would be over in seconds and would not provide any training effect at all."

Just as Grandmaster had said, Tang San was indeed acting as Chen Feng's sparring partner. He knew very well that his childhood friend's skills were merely at the level of an ordinary person.

So he did not go all out. Instead, he was training Chen Feng's reaction speed and agility.

Tang San had even already decided in his heart to teach Chen Feng the martial arts recorded in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

This had not been a new thought. Ever since Chen Feng had explained martial souls to him, Tang San had been considering it.

When he obtained his First Spirit Ring and his martial soul showed signs of awakening, he had already planned to teach the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record to Chen Feng as thanks.

It was just that they had still been outside at the time, with too many people around. Tang San also needed time to transcribe the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, so he had delayed it until now.

Chen Feng also sensed that Tang San seemed to be training him. He activated his first soul skill, adding a little weight to his sword for strength training.

Meanwhile, he deliberately practiced his dodging and tried more often to use his sword to knock away the Blue Silver Grass seeds.

It was difficult. What he held was a sword, not a badminton racket.

The Tai Chi Bagua Sword was not some broad Heavy Sword, either. Its blade was only about three centimeters wide, so he often missed.

The seeds he failed to intercept exploded not far from Chen Feng, leaving him somewhat dusty and disheveled.

Yet he continued practicing without a word, until his strength gave out and he accidentally tripped over a pit in the ground, falling flat. Only then did he gasp for breath and withdraw his martial soul.