Astonishing Wisdom Yu Xiaogang

"Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, fourteenth-level control-system Soul Master."

As he spoke, a stalk of Blue Silver Grass laced with faint poison appeared in Tang San's hand, while a yellow spirit ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Wu Xian also held out his hand, and a cube-shaped piece of metal appeared in his palm.

But the Metal Block was merely an outward appearance. The true form of his Martial Soul was Gold Element Control.

He said evenly, "Martial Soul, Gold Element Control, nineteenth-level control-system Soul Master."

The moment his words fell, everyone's expressions changed drastically, each of them wondering if they had misheard.

Immediately afterward, a purple Thousand-Year Spirit Ring slowly rose beneath Wu Xian's feet.

Everyone present froze on the spot. After a brief daze, the entire scene erupted into an uproar.

Tang San's eyes widened. Hadn't his teacher said that a first spirit ring could not exceed 423 years?

How could this be...

Yu Xiaogang's mind spun, and he muttered, "Impossible... How could there be a thousand-year first spirit ring?"

He desperately wanted to say it was fake, but the spirit ring was right before his eyes, leaving no room for argument.

Even Tang Hao, who was hiding nearby and watching in secret, blanked out for a moment.

Then, a burning light appeared in his eyes.

He had to obtain the secret of absorbing a thousand-year first ring.

Not only could he use it for Xiao San, but he could also use it as leverage to return to the sect.

If he could obtain this secret, perhaps he would not need to mutilate himself and return the sect's Soul Bones to be accepted back into the clan.

Only Wu Xian secretly laughed. Stunned, huh? Spirit rings produced by the Chat Group automatically adapt to the user's physical strength, and there's no pressure at all.

Once he recovered, Tang San's heart sank sharply as he stared at the Thousand-Year Spirit Ring before him.

But he immediately began psyching himself up again. No, I won't lose. I still have Hidden Weapons, and I still have the Mysterious Heaven Skill. I can definitely win.

After encouraging himself for a while, the confusion on Tang San's face temporarily faded.

Aside from the faint doubt toward Yu Xiaogang hidden deep in his eyes.

As though trying to bolster his own courage, he shouted at Wu Xian, "So what if you have a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring? How many times can you use it?"

"Heh." Wu Xian was nearly amused by Tang San. "Do I even need a spirit skill to deal with you?"

Hearing that taunt, Tang San's fury shot straight to his head.

Without waiting for the teacher temporarily serving as referee to announce the start, he attacked directly. "First spirit skill, Blue Silver Bind!"

Several Blue Silver Vines shot toward Wu Xian.

Wu Xian showed no panic whatsoever. With Gold Element Control, combined with the metal he carried on him—which was exceptionally compatible with his Martial Soul—

It could be said that, in terms of controlling the metal on his person alone, he could rival a certain pervert whose name sounded the same as his.

After all, a Martial Soul was part of one's body. Who else could turn the metal they carried into an extension of their own body?

With a mere thought, the Metal Block in his hand rapidly transformed, becoming five flying knives in the blink of an eye.

One guarded him from the front, while another severed every incoming blade of Blue Silver Grass.

The remaining three shot straight toward Tang San.

Tang San's gaze sharpened. Sensing that things were going badly, he was about to activate Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track beneath his feet.

But the moment he raised a foot, he nearly stumbled.

A metal ring had somehow already wrapped around his ankle.

He understood in an instant. The five metal flying knives before him were only a diversion; the true move that decided victory was the iron ring around his foot.

But by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

The three flying knives reached him in an instant and transformed into metal wires that tightly bound him. Before he could even use the Sleeve Arrow on his wrist, he had already been defeated.

As he struggled, Wu Xian dashed forward in a single stride.

"Overlord Rising Dragon Fist." With his hand protected by a metal glove formed from his Martial Soul, he viciously drove an uppercut into Tang San.

The force of the punch lifted Tang San's feet off the ground and knocked him unconscious for a moment.

Immediately afterward, an iron strip tightly clamped Tang San's mouth shut, leaving him unable to even speak.

Then Wu Xian swung his arms and unleashed a barrage of Turtle Fists on his face.

As he punched, he shouted, "Do you admit defeat? Do you admit defeat?"

Every punch landed solidly, all of them aimed straight at Tang San's face.

At first, Tang San could still put on a tough front, but before long, he was on the verge of tears.

I want to admit defeat, but take off the iron strip and let me talk!

He frantically shook his head, trying to surrender to Wu Xian.

He had yet to revive the Tang Sect. How could he be beaten to death here? It was only a little humiliation—surely his teacher would not mind.

But Wu Xian had accepted a mission to beat him until even his mother wouldn't recognize him, so of course he pretended not to notice.

Instead, he sighed in admiration. "Well, well, not bad, Tang San. I respect you as a real man—tough enough not to admit defeat even now."

As he spoke, he swung his fist again and gave Tang San's face another thorough massage.

This time, he completely beat his face into a pig's head.

Watching this scene, the people in the Chat Group were thoroughly delighted.

[Liu Erlong: Hahaha, Wu Xian, you're too wicked. You covered his mouth and then asked why he wouldn't admit defeat.]

As he kept beating him, a wave of killing intent quietly struck from behind.

Wu Xian understood. Tang Da Chui had finally lost his patience.

But he did not care in the slightest. Enduring Tang Da Chui's killing intent, he landed several more BAM BAM punches on Tang San's face.

Only when he felt the killing intent intensify again did Wu Xian stop, lest Tang Da Chui go berserk without regard for consequences and endanger the other students and teachers.

The people in the Chat Group, however, were somewhat confused.

[Liu Erlong: Huh? Keep hitting him. Why did you stop?]

[Bibi Dong: There must have been some unexpected change.]

[Wu Xian: That's right. I sensed killing intent. Tang Hao is probably warning me from afar.]

[Ah Yin: That shameless bastard. Once I get my title, I'll make him pay. Wu Xian, be careful and watch out for sneak attacks.]

After releasing the unconscious Tang San, Wu Xian withdrew his Martial Soul and tucked his right hand behind his back.

He had hit a little too hard just now, and his hand was somewhat strained.

There was no helping it. After all, he was only a six-year-old child.

He turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, whose pupils were trembling, and revealed a kind smile. "Well, I accidentally won."

"Now, isn't it time to honor the wager, Great~ Master Yu Xiaogang?"

Yu Xiaogang's face twisted at those words.

Admitting in front of so many people that his theories were useless was even more painful to him than being killed.

"What's wrong? Say it already, Yu the Waste. Don't tell me you're too scared?" Wu Xian pressed forward step by step, giving Yu Xiaogang no chance to catch his breath.

"How about we leave it at that? Stop while we're ahead, shall we?" The Dean of Nuoding Academy stepped forward, intending to mediate.

But Wu Xian refused. "That won't do. If I had lost just now, would Yu Xiaogang have stopped while he was ahead?"

The Dean of Nuoding Academy knew Yu Xiaogang's character well and naturally understood that he definitely would not have stopped there.

Given the current situation, he was also quietly blaming Yu Xiaogang in his heart.

Why did you have to provoke him for no reason?

With everyone watching, even if he wanted to favor Yu Xiaogang, there was nothing he could do.

Moreover, considering Yu Xiaogang's usual popularity at the academy, plenty of people were probably eager to see him make a fool of himself.

If he truly intervened, he would incur everyone's anger.

Helplessly, he could only sigh. "Xiaogang, this is all the help I can give you. You... take care of yourself."

With that, he turned and left.

Seeing his only support depart, Yu Xiaogang's corpse-like face kept changing colors, turning blue one moment and green the next.

Just as his mind spun madly, searching for a way out, he caught sight of Wu Xian's hand behind his back. It was trembling slightly.

This instantly put him on alert. Could it be that this damned brat had nearly exhausted his Soul Power?

After all, it was a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. With only level nineteen Soul Power, he probably could not use it many times.

The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that he had grasped the truth.

If he took this opportunity to fight him, level twenty-nine against level nineteen—and a level nineteen who had just used up considerable Soul Power—the advantage was his.

Having found the key to breaking the deadlock, Yu Xiaogang felt a world-shaking brilliance surge from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.