With a difference of around ten levels between them, Tang San was fully confident that he could interfere with the other party's control abilities. Master had once said that the best way to deal with a control-system soul master was to use control against control. If assault-system soul masters were the core of a team, support-system soul masters its foundation, and agility-attack-system soul masters its eyes, then control-system soul masters were the soul of the team. Over these three months of hellish training, not only had Tang San's body been strengthened, but Master had also given him special training every night. The target of that training was the Eight Spider Lances, the External Soul Bone lurking within his spine.
Master had named it the Eight Spider Lances because the External Soul Bone had come from a Man Faced Demon Spider and resembled eight long spears. After this period of training, Tang San had gone from discomfort to adaptation, and now he could basically control the Eight Spider Lances as deadly weapons for both attack and defense. At the same time, he could control the release and withdrawal of the poison contained within them. Master had said that, with this External Soul Bone and his control-system martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, he could fully contend with opponents below around level forty.
The three of them hurriedly finished dinner. The fat man ate another two of Oscar's Recovery Sausages, and only then did the four quietly head out of the academy. Ma Hongjun had not planned to tell anyone else about it. After all, getting beaten up in the Grass Nest was hardly glorious.
Just as the four reached the academy gates, a black shadow suddenly flashed out from the side, blocking their path.
After being beaten up, Ma Hongjun had become