Tang San's Shock (Bonus Chapter for Ke Ai Dao Ai)

After bringing Tang San to his residence, Yu Xiaogang finally asked, "What exactly happened?"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang ask, Tang San hesitated for a moment, but he ultimately recounted everything that had happened in full detail.

"Humph!"

After hearing Tang San's explanation, Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly. "Children these days are becoming more and more ill-mannered."

However, Yu Xiaogang did not say anything further. He was just a child. There were plenty of people in this world who mocked him; a few words from a child were not enough for him to take to heart.

Yu Xiaogang then turned his gaze to Tang San and said, "I am certainly pleased that you stood up for me, but I am very dissatisfied with what you did this time. Do you know why?"

Tang San thought for a moment before answering, "I should have paid attention to that bird. I was too eager to deal with Mo Hui directly and overlooked the bird's strength. Otherwise, Mo Hui would not have defeated me so easily."

"That is only the surface of it!"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "Your real problem was that you did not gather enough intelligence before the battle. You made assumptions about others' strength too readily, causing you to misjudge Pidgey's combat ability. That was the main reason for your defeat.

How did you know that, even if you had rushed in front of Mo Hui, you would definitely have been able to defeat him rather than fall into a joint attack from Mo Hui and Pidgey?"

Hearing this, Tang San revealed a thoughtful expression.

"In fact, Mo Hui's fighting ability is not weak. He has defeated older students many times in direct combat. If you do not know that, you will most likely still lose the next time you fight him!"

As Tang San sank into thought, the corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth rose slightly.

In his view, it was nothing for Tang San to lose once or twice. After all, Mo Hui only had Innate Level 3 Spirit Power and could not possibly be Tang San's opponent in the future. Losing early would also help Tang San understand that there was always someone stronger.

"But you need not belittle yourself either. If I am not mistaken, when Pidgey rammed into you, it must have concentrated its Soul Power in one spot. Otherwise, it could not have possessed such power.

But that method is only somewhat useful before obtaining a soul ring. You have Innate Full Soul Power, while Mo Hui is only at Level 9 Soul Power now. It will still take him some time to break through Level 10. Tomorrow, I will take you to acquire a soul ring. Once your Blue Silver Grass gains its first soul skill, Mo Hui will no longer be your opponent."

As he spoke, confidence appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face. This was the advantage of Innate Full Soul Power: one could obtain a soul ring without even needing to cultivate.

Once Tang San acquired a suitable hundred-year soul ring and became a Soul Master, his strength in every aspect would surely rise dramatically. A mere Mo Hui would naturally be nothing to fear.

Tang San hesitated before saying, "But when I fought Mo Hui, I heard him say that he is already Level 10."

"What? He is Level 10 too?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression became somewhat stunned upon hearing this.

Rising seven levels in just over a year was astonishing enough, even if they were merely the first seven levels before Level 10.

It would not have been impossible to accept if he belonged to some major sect or powerful faction, but Mo Hui was only an ordinary person. Though he had an uncle who was a teacher, it was merely a junior Soul Master Academy with nowhere near many resources. Rising seven levels in just over a year under such circumstances was simply absurd.

Yet after only a moment, Yu Xiaogang calmed down and said to Tang San, "Even if he is Level 10 too, it does not matter. Adding a soul ring to a martial soul is a profound field of study. I can confidently say that no teacher in this academy could possibly compare to me.

"Even if he is lucky enough to obtain a hundred-year soul ring, there are differences even among hundred-year soul rings. With me helping you select the soul beast most suitable for you, his soul skill will definitely be inferior to yours!"

Tang San ultimately returned to Dorm 7. However, the way he looked at Mo Hui now carried a certain emotion, as though he had begun to regard Mo Hui as a rival.

Mo Hui, however, paid him no attention and simply continued cultivating on his own.

Seeing this, Tang San naturally refused to fall behind. He immediately returned to his bed and began cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

At eleven that night, Tang San had originally planned to follow Yu Xiaogang's instructions and rest early so that he could be refreshed enough to hunt for a soul ring tomorrow. But when he saw that Mo Hui was still cultivating, he forcibly suppressed the urge to rest.

I'll cultivate a little longer. He probably won't be able to keep it up much longer before going to sleep.

Tang San then continued circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill and resumed cultivating.

An hour later, Tang San opened his eyes and discovered that Mo Hui was still cultivating. He thought to himself, Quite diligent, but he probably won't be able to hold on much longer.

By then, nearly everyone in Dorm 7 had already gone to sleep. Xiao Wu, who shared a blanket with Tang San, had even stretched her feet over to his side.

Another hour passed. Tang San opened his eyes again and saw that Mo Hui still was not resting. He gritted his teeth and continued cultivating.

Another hour passed. When Tang San opened his eyes once more, his expression finally changed.

No, I can't keep cultivating. If I don't get enough rest, I won't have sufficient energy tomorrow to accompany Teacher to Soul Hunting Forest and acquire a soul ring.

With that thought, Tang San reluctantly lay down.

At seven in the morning, Tang San woke from his bed. He nudged Xiao Wu beside him and immediately looked toward Mo Hui's bed.

Seeing that Mo Hui was not there, Tang San asked one of the students in the dormitory curiously, "Where is Mo Hui?"

"You mean the Dorm Leader? He probably went to the training ground to exercise, or went out to cultivate. The Dorm Leader has always been like this. After cultivating all night, the first thing he does when he wakes up is train his body," the student replied.

Tang San keenly caught the key words. "What did you say? He cultivates all night? Does he not sleep?"

"It really is outrageous, but it's true. We really rarely see the Dorm Leader sleep!"

Hearing that, Tang San was utterly shocked. He finally understood what kind of opponent he had chosen.

Meanwhile, atop a small mountain outside Nuoding City, Mo Hui released Pidgey.

"Pidgey, use Peck on that tree!"

Mo Hui shouted, pointing at a tree not far away.

Pidgey possessed autonomy. Even without Mo Hui's control, it could use its moves on its own, though Mo Hui's help naturally made things better.

"Pidgey~"

After receiving Mo Hui's command, Pidgey cried out. A large amount of Soul Power slowly gathered along a unique circulation path toward Pidgey's beak, causing a dazzling cyan glow to shine from it.

Pidgey then rapidly flapped its wings, its beak tracing a cyan arc as it flew toward the tree.

Bang!

The tree, as thick as an adult's arm, was instantly pierced through. Moments later, having lost its support in the middle, it toppled over.

Seeing this, Mo Hui nodded in satisfaction and commented, "The power is decent now, but it actually took two seconds from initiating the move to successfully gathering the Soul Power at Pidgey's beak. That speed still needs to be improved, otherwise it'll be useless in actual combat."

At low levels, it was still manageable, but high-level Soul Masters were incredibly fast. Two seconds was enough to do many things. In Mo Hui's eyes, the activation speed needed to be under one second at the very least to qualify, and preferably under 0.5 seconds.

However, just as Mo Hui was thinking about how to improve Peck and make it activate faster, a pebble shot out from nowhere at high speed and struck Mo Hui heavily in the chest.

"Puh—"

Mo Hui spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward several meters in an arc.