Work-Study Students vs. Noble Students (Part One)
"Are we really going to fight?"
Having been terrified by the power of Zhou Qing's First Soul Skill, Liu Long completely lost his previous arrogant attitude, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.
Going up against Zhou Qing is no joke!
If you get hit by his Soul Skill, you'll be crippled even if you don't die!
"We definitely have to fight. That guy must have Soul Master family behind him, otherwise he couldn't possibly have such a powerful Soul Skill at such a young age." Xiao Chenyu was certain that Zhou Qing had a strong background. "If we don't get what he wants, we'll only suffer more in the future, and even my father might be affected."
This is the weight of sects and Soul Master families.
Even someone like Xiao Chenyu, the son of a city lord in a small city, has no choice but to back down when faced with someone suspected of having Soul Master family behind him.
but.
Upon seeing the three people they were to fight, Xiao Chenyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Sheng, Song Si, and Xiao Wu freshman this year.
There is no such Zhou Qing.
Xiao Chenyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fighting with part-time workers is a piece of cake.
"As you said, best two out of three, no problem, right?" Zhou Qing asked Xiao Chenyu.
"Absolutely no problem!"
Xiao Chenyu responded immediately and said to another follower beside him, "Ling Feng, you go first."
The student named Ling Feng was rather silent. He took four steps forward without saying a word and looked at Xiao Wu and the others.
The tall and thin Song Si was the first to appear.
"Now that both sides are in position, I will act as the temporary referee." Zhou Qing stepped between the two and said quite formally, "This is a friendly sparring match, and we'll stop when the point is reached!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Battle begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Qing stepped back to Tang San's side, while Song Si roared and released his Martial Soul, smashing a Frying Pan straight at Ling Feng's forehead.
However, Ling Feng reacted quickly. Without releasing his Martial Soul, he jumped back a large step to dodge the attack and instinctively swung his arms downwards.
"Then Ling Feng's Martial Soul should be a bird," Tang San analyzed based on Ling Feng's subconscious movements. "It's Beast Martial Soul."
"Ling Feng's Martial Soul is Swallow," Wang Sheng stated directly. "However, he hasn't obtained Soul Ring, and his Soul Power is the same as mine, at level nine. But Song Si's Soul Power is only level seven, two levels lower."
"At the Soul Scholar stage, the difference in Soul Power doesn't actually contribute that much to strength." Zhou Qing shook his head. "The reason Ling Feng is Song Si is that he comes from a noble family, eats well, has a good physique, and has family members to spar with, so his combat skills are much better than those of us commoners."
"However, since everyone is about the same age, this little bit of skill is actually not a big deal. As long as Song Si can stall for a while and then unleash his full power, he can still intimidate the other party."
The reason is simple.
No matter how strong Ling Feng's fighting skills are, he is still just a child, not a mature and steady adult. Once he panics, he will not be able to win easily.
And that is indeed the case.
Although Song Si didn't have any attack skills, he just swung the Frying Pan around randomly, using only three moves: smashing, knocking, and bumping. But this only consumed his strength and the Soul Power needed to maintain the release of his Martial Soul.
However, Ling Feng kept dodging attacks at such a fast speed that even without his Martial Soul Possession, he consumed more Soul Power than Song Si.
It can be said that as long as the game drags on, Song Si has a chance to win.
However, Ling Feng couldn't possibly be unaware of this. While dodging, he also took the opportunity to get close to Song Si and kept punching Song Si in the waist, causing Song Si to let out cries of pain.
Losing is only a matter of time.
Tang San couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he quietly bent down and picked up a pebble the size of a fingernail. But Zhou Qing, who had been watching Tang San's movements, grabbed his right hand before he could help Song Si.
"Huh?" Tang San asked, puzzled.
"I said before, we can't help them forever." Zhou Qing's lips moved slightly, his voice very soft. "This time, if he wins because of your help, but he doesn't know the truth and thinks he's stronger than his opponent, what will he think when he officially embarks on the path of Soul Master? He might misjudge his own strength and suffer more serious injuries, or even death."
"If you tell him afterwards that you helped him win, his self-esteem may be hurt."
"Once you lose your self-respect, the consequences can be far worse than losing."
Tang San never expected that his single thought could lead to such serious consequences, but upon closer reflection, it was indeed the case.
If a person misjudges their own strength, and eventually embarks on the path of Soul Master, it is very likely that they will end up doing something like "throwing an egg against a rock."
However, if you tell the other person that you helped them secretly, even if it doesn't hurt their self-esteem, it might make them become too dependent on you.
This is not beneficial.
After all, he really couldn't help Song Si for the rest of his life.
As expected, with Qing Ge around, I was able to avoid making a big mistake. However, I must try my best to think twice before acting when I encounter various problems in the future...
Tang San tossed the pebble aside and said, "Understood."
Wang Sheng overheard their whisper and said to Tang San, "Tang San, I hope that in the second match against Xiao Chenyu or Liu Long, you won't help me either. Even if I lose, I want to lose fair and square."
"Hmm." Tang San felt a sense of goodwill towards Wang Sheng and asked, "I won't help you, but I can give you some pointers. Do you know what Xiao Chenyu and Liu Long's Martial Soul are?"
Song Si is bound to lose. In the next match, Wang Sheng will face Xiao Chenyu or Liu Long. Without providing any real help, I can only analyze for Wang Sheng how to deal with Xiao Chenyu and Liu Long.
Wang Sheng thought this was feasible, so he said, "Liu Long's Martial Soul is a stick, and Xiao Chenyu's Martial Soul is a wolf. Moreover, the latter is an eleventh-level Soul Master."
"Your Martial Soul?"
"Tiger."
"When facing Liu Long, attack his lower body, that is, aim for his thighs and calves. Just be careful not to get hit by his stick."
Wang Sheng's Martial Soul is a tiger, but without knowing fist or leg techniques, Tang San's martial soul is probably similar to a tiger's three basic moves: a jump, a pounce, and a sweep.
Liu Long's Martial Soul is a staff. Born into a noble family, he should have practiced some basic staff techniques, or at least learned some basic striking moves.
But given his age, his lower body is bound to be unstable. The best-case scenario is for Wang Sheng to attack his opponent's lower body. Moreover, once Wang Sheng gets close, the opponent will be holding the staff and will be unable to use his staff techniques.
"If you were to face Xiao Chenyu, your chances of winning would be slim. I can only suggest that you attack his waist."
Xiao Chenyu's Soul Power is level eleven, and he also possesses Beast Martial Soul. Although a wolf is not as fierce as a tiger, he has already become Soul Master, which is definitely stronger than Soul Scholar. In addition, he also has Soul Skill, making it difficult for Wang Sheng to win.
Therefore, if Wang Sheng were to face Xiao Chenyu, Tang San could only suggest that he find an opportunity to attack the opponent's waist.
Copper head, iron tail, tofu waist.
However, Zhou Qing knew that it wasn't just wolves that had such a weak waist; all vertebrates had relatively vulnerable waists and abdomens because they lacked the protection of a sternum, and their internal digestive system was only covered by an outer layer of muscle, fat, and skin.
"I understand, thank you, Tang San." Wang Sheng was very grateful.