Self-Created Soul Skill: Tackle

Watching Tang San lie on the ground, struggling constantly yet unable to get back up no matter what, the scene fell utterly silent.

No one had expected the battle to end so quickly. After all, Tang San possessed Innate Full Soul Power, and the enhancements Soul Power provided to one's physical qualities were very real.

They had originally guessed that Tang San might lose, but with his Soul Power Level, he should have been able to hold out for quite a while. They had not expected him to be defeated in a single strike.

Looks like he really can't get up.

After cautiously observing Tang San's condition, Mo Hui thought to himself.

Still, this result did not surprise Mo Hui. Tang San had underestimated Pidgey far too much!

As Mo Hui's Soul Power gradually increased, Pidgey had grown stronger and stronger. Pidgey's current strength was no weaker than that of powerful ten-year soul beasts, and its speed was even more astonishing, not inferior to certain hundred-year soul beasts known for their speed.

Moreover, the move Pidgey had used against Tang San just now looked like nothing more than a simple collision, but it was actually not easy to execute.

Ever since awakening Pidgey, Mo Hui had been pondering how to let Pidgey use moves without being restricted by soul rings.

The first things Mo Hui thought of were some simple moves from Pokémon, such as Tackle, Peck, and Scratch.

Not only were these moves simple, but they also suited Pidgey's actual circumstances, so they should have been relatively easy to replicate.

Yet after truly experimenting with them, Mo Hui realized that he had underestimated these moves.

These moves were indeed simple, but simple did not mean easy. Even Tackle, which Mo Hui considered the simplest, involved quite a few issues once he delved into it.

Was simply empowering oneself with Soul Power and then charging forward fiercely enough to count as Tackle?

Of course not!

Tackle was still a move, and it needed power far beyond that of an ordinary attack.

To that end, Mo Hui came up with a method: gathering the Soul Power originally dispersed throughout his body into a single location. With a greater amount of Soul Power, the enhancement to the body would naturally become stronger as well.

But after trying it, Mo Hui discovered that while this did make Tackle more powerful, it also created a new problem.

After the collision, because the other parts of the body lacked Soul Power's protection, he would be injured as well.

Furthermore, unlike soul skills granted by soul rings, the Tackle Mo Hui had created had no clear Soul Power circulation path. Thus, Mo Hui's Soul Power circulation path was extremely crude, not only wasting a great deal of Soul Power but also carrying the risk of backlash.

How could he keep the original areas from weakening too much after moving away their Soul Power? How could he ensure the safe circulation of Soul Power? How could he improve the Soul Power circulation path and reduce the waste of Soul Power? How could he increase Tackle's activation speed so it could be completed in an instant and gain practical combat value...

All of these were problems Mo Hui needed to solve.

But despite encountering all sorts of problems and difficulties while researching Tackle, a year's time had ultimately allowed Mo Hui to replicate it.

Though it was far from perfect, it at least possessed practical combat value.

Tang San, on the other hand, knew none of this. All he knew was that when Pidgey had rammed into him just now, it felt as if an unimaginably heavy iron hammer had smashed hard into his chest. The tremendous force had sent his frail body flying backward in an instant.

Tang San even suspected that if not for the protection of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, that collision might have caused him comminuted fractures.

"Wang Sheng, go get Teacher Li Ya! Hurry!"

At that moment, Mo Hui suddenly shouted at Wang Sheng in the crowd.

"Oh, oh!"

Only after hearing Mo Hui's voice did Wang Sheng snap out of his daze. He answered and hurried toward the dormitory building.

Li Ya was a teacher at Nuoding Academy, a Support Soul Master at the Soul Grandmaster rank. Her second soul skill had healing effects, and students usually sought her treatment whenever they were injured in sparring matches.

Before long, a female teacher arrived at the training field under Wang Sheng's lead.

"No, don't treat me! I haven't lost yet!"

Seeing that the teacher named Li Ya was about to treat him, Tang San hurriedly shouted.

If he accepted this teacher's treatment, it would mean that he had lost. Yet he still had so many methods he had not used, and he had not even used his hidden weapons. How could he accept such an unclear defeat?

Hearing this, Teacher Li Ya frowned and scolded Tang San, "You can't even stand up. What are you still fighting for? Lie still!"

As she spoke, she ignored Tang San's wishes and used her second soul skill to treat him.

At the same time, Yu Xiaogang, who had noticed the commotion below, also arrived at the training field.

When he saw Tang San lying on the ground and receiving Li Ya's treatment, he immediately became anxious. He hurried forward, held Tang San, and asked worriedly, "Little San, are you all right?"

"Teacher, I'm fine. I'm sorry. I didn't win, and I made you lose face."

Tang San's voice was filled with disappointment, as though he had done something unforgivable.

Seeing Tang San's expression and glancing at the surrounding scene, Yu Xiaogang did not know what had happened, but he could guess part of it. He stroked Tang San's head and said gently, "Silly child, your safety is what matters most! My theories aren't something that can be proven overnight."

"Teacher, I..."

As soon as Yu Xiaogang said this, Tang San's heart warmed, and he was deeply moved. No one had ever cared for him like this before.

At the same time, a powerful sense of self-reproach arose in Tang San's heart. If he had been more careful, if he had used his hidden weapons against that Pidgey from the start, perhaps things would have turned out differently.

After comforting Tang San, Yu Xiaogang turned to Mo Hui, his expression dark as he said, "You did this?"

Mo Hui helplessly spread his hands. "Master, don't look at me. I was cultivating just fine when Tang San himself requested this fight. Besides, I didn't strike too heavily. Isn't Tang San perfectly fine?"

"Pidgey!"

At that moment, Pidgey, which had flown onto Mo Hui's shoulder, chimed in as well.

That was indeed the truth. After noticing that Tang San could not endure any longer, Pidgey had already held back considerably. Otherwise, even with the Mysterious Heaven Skill protecting him, Tang San might not have been able to withstand it.

Although Tang San's injuries looked serious now, not a single bone in his body was broken. His internal organs had suffered some impact, but for a Soul Master, such injuries were nothing with a Support Soul Master's treatment.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression improved considerably. He had briefly checked Tang San's injuries just now, and they were indeed not serious.

Even so, Yu Xiaogang still showed Mo Hui no pleasant expression. After the female teacher finished treating Tang San, he carried Tang San away from the area.