Showing Off, I'll Send You Flying

In the stands.

Nuoding Academy's principal and the teachers all sprang to their feet, standing straight as shock filled their eyes.

"This child's Soul Power actually broke through to Level 38?"

"Heavens!"

"His Martial Soul seems to have become incredibly powerful. The pressure it gives off is astonishing."

"Wasn't it said that his Martial Soul was flawed and that he couldn't break through Level 30 Soul Power?"

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone around them turned to look at Yu Xiaogang. They saw him stumble and fall straight to the ground.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible."

Yu Xiaogang's heart pounded wildly. The shock in his eyes was like seeing a ghost in broad daylight, filled with anger born of humiliation and jealousy.

"His Martial Soul underwent a Martial Soul Malignant Mutation, just like my Luo Sanpao. How could he possibly break through Level 30 Soul Power? This is absolutely impossible."

"I don't believe it. I don't believe it."

The principal's expression darkened as he said in a deep voice, "Xiao Gang, calm down. The facts are right in front of us. What's impossible about it?"

The teachers around them, however, were full of contempt.

You?

We spit in your face.

What right did a piece of trash like you have to compare yourself to him? He cultivated every day without fail and put in several times the effort of ordinary people. He didn't waste his time on all that flashy theory. His whole heart was devoted to cultivation.

What right did you, Yu Xiaogang, have to compare yourself to him?

You weren't worth a single hair on his head.

Yu Xiaogang climbed to his feet, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Su Yan and Su Yan's Martial Soul, his heart overflowing with fury and resentment.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

How could his Martial Soul possibly break through Level 30 Soul Power?

How could he possibly do it!

Damn it.

This couldn't be real.

"Tang San, go all out and defeat him!"

"This is all an illusion. Su Yan couldn't possibly have broken through Level 30 Soul Power, much less reached Level 38 Soul Power."

"You have to defeat him!"

Yu Xiaogang hated this!

Right now, he needed Tang San to defeat Su Yan. He knew Tang San's true strength. Even if Su Yan really was Level 38, Tang San could still win if he went all out.

Hidden Weapons.

Shoot him dead for me.

Ghost Step.

Show him to death for me.

Yu Xiaogang was already breaking down inside. He knew that only if Tang San defeated Su Yan today could he salvage some of his dignity.

Only then would everyone believe that Su Yan was putting on a bluff. Only then would everyone know that he, Yu Xiaogang, was a Master, and just how powerful the disciple he had trained was.

At this moment.

Tang San was stunned as well.

Su Yan had broken through Level 30 Soul Power. Su Yan was now a Level 38 Soul Elder. How was that possible?!

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

Teacher had said that Su Yan's Martial Soul was flawed, that Su Yan could never break through Level 30 Soul Power. Su Yan's Innate Soul Power was so low.

Fake!

Fake!

Tang San gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at Su Yan.

I have to win!

I have to defeat you in front of Xiao Wu and let her know that you, Su Yan, are still trash.

"Su Yan, I can definitely defeat you."

"First Soul Skill—Bind."

"Second Soul Skill—Parasite."

Tang San charged at Su Yan, releasing two Soul Skills at once. His Mysterious Jade Hand drew out Hidden Weapons, while Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track moved beneath his feet.

It could be said.

Tang San was going all out at this moment, unleashing his maximum firepower. He wanted to win! Even if Yu Xiaogang had not told him to, he still wanted to defeat Su Yan in front of Xiao Wu.

No matter how much Soul Power Su Yan had.

"Su Yan, be careful!"

"Tang San's movement technique is very powerful."

Xiao Wu could not help but warn him when she saw this.

Her mind was a little muddled right now. She clearly went to play with Little Monkey every day, yet she knew nothing at all about Su Yan and Little Monkey's situation.

But.

Xiao Wu also felt that something was off. When had Little Monkey mutated again?

No.

That wasn't it. What exactly was wrong?

Xiao Wu desperately scratched her head, but she simply could not figure out what felt wrong.

What was wrong was that Su Yan had suddenly gained a Soul Ring. If she thought a little further, she could guess that Su Yan was Su Yan.

"Third Soul Skill—Gather Form Disperse Qi!"

As Su Yan spoke, everyone stared fixedly at the arena, wanting to see what Su Yan's Third Soul Skill was.

But.

They discovered that neither Su Yan nor his Martial Soul made any movement whatsoever.

It was as if this Soul Skill had been used and not used at the same time.

"Where's the Soul Skill?"

"I don't know."

"Look, where is there any Soul Skill?"

"This is a Soul Skill from a Purple Soul Ring. It should have been able to defeat Tang San directly, so why was there no reaction after he used it?"

Tang San had originally been charging toward Su Yan, but the instant he heard Su Yan release his Third Soul Skill, he retreated. Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was pushed to its limit.

He defended with everything he had.

Then.

He defended against absolutely nothing. There was no reaction at all!

"Damn it!"

"Are you trying to fool me?"

Tang San suddenly realized that Su Yan might be bluffing and had merely shouted it out to scare him.

The people around them immediately saw the light as well.

Holy shit?

You were playing mind games too?

But.

Just as everyone was about to say something, Tang San flew.

He flew.

Tang San flew.

Little Monkey had kept his word. If Tang San showed off again, he would send him flying.

This time, Tang San really flew into the air, soaring high and far.

Everyone: ???

Su Yan raised a hand over his eyes and looked out. Tang San had flown really damn high.

Little Monkey, oh, Little Monkey.

I already talked this through with you. Tang San is still young and can't take much of a beating. If you cripple him, we'll have to run for our lives afterward.

Little Monkey had already withdrawn its powers and run back onto Su Yan's shoulder, its eyes full of disdain and contempt.

What kind of trash dared to show off?

One basic attack, and I'll send you to meet Great Grandmother.

Oh, no.

Little Monkey had not even used any strength before Tang San went down. It had struck Tang San's butt, as Su Yan had instructed. Otherwise, Little Monkey would have split his skull open with one blow from its Iron Rod.

Although it had used its Third Soul Skill, this was really just a basic attack. The Third Soul Skill created Clones to confuse opponents and allowed it to enter invisibility. While it also increased strength, the actual attack was still a basic attack.

Everyone was dumbfounded now.

"What happened?"

"Did Tang San throw the match?"

"Good thing this isn't a Douluo Field. Otherwise, wouldn't that bastard Tang San make people lose their entire fortunes?"

"No?"

"Are you idiots? Could Tang San fly that smoothly by himself?"

"This..."

In the stands.

The principal and teachers were dumbfounded as well.

They had no idea what had happened either. Tang San had just flown away.

Oh, right!

Su Yan's Martial Soul had appeared where Tang San had originally been. Had Su Yan's Martial Soul suddenly appeared and sent Tang San flying?

But.

What everyone could not understand was that Su Yan's Martial Soul was only a little monkey. Although it held an Iron Rod, could it really send Tang San flying that high?

And how had it appeared beside Tang San?

They looked at one another, all wearing utterly confused expressions!

No idea!

We really had no idea!

Yu Xiaogang was completely stunned at this moment.

All his hopes, his future reputation—they had all been placed on Tang San. Now Tang San had flown away for no apparent reason. He was finished!

Wouldn't people curse him as trash and look down on him even more in the future?

His situation was clearly the same as Su Yan's. Su Yan could become a genius, yet he himself was trash.

No!

No!!!

The resentment in Yu Xiaogang's heart was enough to raise an Evil Sword Immortal.