Tang San's Moment of Glory

The battle grew increasingly intense, with trainees being knocked down one after another.

"Tang San is here."

Evil Soul Master Yu Cheng suddenly spoke.

Yu Cheng nodded. "Let's begin."

Heaven Tier Battle Skill, Ghost Possession!

The next moment, Yu Cheng felt a surge of Soul Power erupt within his body.

Strength increased.

His body grew lighter.

His reaction speed had multiplied by who knows how many times!

The strangest thing was his perspective—watching another person control his own body, like playing a console game.

However, Yu Cheng realized that with a single thought, he could retake control of his body.

This was a long-planned scheme targeting the City Lord's Mansion.

In the chaos of battle, he would beat Xiao Chenyu into internal bleeding, then pin the blame on Tang San, letting them tear each other apart.

With Yu Cheng's current strength, he couldn't pull it off flawlessly.

So, he had no choice but to cheat!

"Bam!"

Evil Soul Master Yu Cheng threw a punch.

Xiao Chenyu's chest took a heavy blow, stars flashing before his eyes as he staggered back several steps and crashed to the ground.

"Damn it, beaten by a commoner."

"I'm a Soul Master!"

"I absolutely cannot lose!"

Xiao Chenyu took a deep breath, wobbled as he pushed himself up, and wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth.

"Ling Feng, come help me!"

Xiao Chenyu shouted loudly.

By now, almost all the Work-Study Students had been knocked down, leaving only Yu Cheng, Xiao Wu, and Wang Sheng struggling to hold on.

Ganging up was Xiao Chenyu's specialty!

But the next moment, Evil Soul Master Yu Cheng went offline.

Yu Cheng suddenly felt an emptiness inside him; the stark contrast in power was extremely jarring, and he too collapsed to the ground.

"Hahaha."

Seeing this, Xiao Chenyu burst into laughter: "So you were already out of strength, just putting up a front! Ling Feng, cripple him!"

"Yes!"

Ling Feng's Martial Soul was some kind of bird; his speed was immense, reaching Yu Cheng in just a few breaths.

"Stop!"

Just then, a small pebble struck Ling Feng's head.

"Ah!"

Ling Feng screamed in pain.

Everyone turned to look, and there stood Tang San on a large rock.

"Another Work-Study Student? Take him down!"

Xiao Chenyu commanded loudly.

Two trainees flanked Tang San from left and right.

"Swish swish!"

The next moment, two pebbles shot out from Tang San's hand at lightning speed.

The two were hit in the calves and fell straight to the ground.

"Go! All of you, go!"

Xiao Chenyu shouted hysterically.

Watching the few closing in on him, Tang San's eyes sharpened, and a yellow Soul Ring spiraled out.

At the same time, his palm turned white, and a layer of purple covered his eyes.

Soul Ring.

Mysterious Jade Hand.

Purple Demon Eye.

This was nearly all of Tang San's methods.

Article Three of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record's General Outline: "If you confirm an opponent is an enemy, as long as they deserve death, do not show mercy—otherwise, you will only bring trouble upon yourself."

"Swoosh!"

The next moment, Tang San took a step forward, his body instantly retreating two or three meters.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

His hands flashed across his waist in rapid succession. With every strike, another senior student collapsed.

"Bastard!"

Xiao Chenyu watched his classmates fall one after another, burning with rage.

His First Soul Ring flared, and he charged straight at Tang San.

Tang San's eyes narrowed. Soul Power surged, and over a dozen thick vines of Blue Silver Grass coiled upward, tightly binding Xiao Chenyu's legs.

"First Soul Skill, Blue Silver Bind!"

"What is this?" Xiao Chenyu exclaimed in shock.

He tried to struggle, but the Blue Silver Grass was extremely tough. No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't break free.

Tang San dashed forward, closing in on Xiao Chenyu, and drove his right fist straight at his face.

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I surrender!"

Xiao Chenyu shut his eyes instinctively and shouted.

Tang San's movement halted, his attack reined in.

"Tang San, don't hold back!"

Yu Cheng shouted.

"Xiao Chenyu said he wanted to take Xiao Wu as a pet rabbit and sell you to a brothel. Some nobles fancy boys—they like skinny ones like you."

"Bastard!"

Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot, his breath ragged like a bull's.

Xiao Chenyu tried to explain, but the next moment, Tang San's fist slammed into his face.

Nuoding Academy.

The fight between the Work-Study Students and the noble students was over, but the ripples of the incident were far from settled.

Two Soul Masters had emerged from the Work-Study Students.

And both were first-years.

The names Tang San and Xiao Wu spread like wildfire through the entire Nuoding Academy.

There was also a Lime Battle God, whose reputation was no small matter.

"Third Brother!"

"Hello, Third Brother!"

At the academy gate, several noble students saw Tang San approaching and quickly bowed to greet him.

"Mm."

Tang San glanced at them and gave a slight nod.

"That's Tang San?"

"I heard he beat over a dozen senior students all by himself. He looks so thin and weak—you really can't judge a book by its cover."

"I heard he beat fifty people?"

Listening to the murmurs behind him, the corners of Tang San's mouth couldn't help but lift.

So this is what it felt like to be admired?

In his past life, he had only been an outer disciple of the Tang Sect. Even when his Mysterious Heaven Skill reached great success, he had to sneak around, afraid of being caught stealing techniques.

But now...

Tang San felt the surging Soul Power within him, clenched his fists, and barely suppressed the urge to jump for joy.

Not bad at all!

City Lord's Mansion.

Xiao Chenyu lay in bed, his face pale as paper.

A healing Soul Master stood nearby, continuously releasing his Soul Skills.

His brows were tightly knit, beads of sweat as large as soybeans rolling down his face.

Xiao Dachuan sat not far away.

Watching his son writhe in pain on the bed, his expression grew increasingly ashen.

Xiao Chenyu usually stirred up trouble and caused him no end of headaches, but he was still his own flesh and blood.

Now, Xiao Chenyu had been beaten to this state.

If not for the fact that the dean of Nuoding Academy was a Soul Ancestor, Xiao Dachuan would have gone to demand an accounting right then.

Soon, the Healing Type Soul Master ceased his incantation.

"Mr. Bai, how is my son?"

Xiao Dachuan asked urgently.

Mr. Bai was a Healing Type Soul Elder, specially summoned from Fasnuo City.

A small place like Nuoding City had no Healing Type Soul Masters.

"Sigh, massive internal bleeding. The main issue is that too much time was lost. City Lord Xiao, prepare for the worst."

Mr. Bai let out a sigh.

"What!"

Xiao Dachuan felt as if struck by lightning.

His entire body went rigid, and he fell straight to the ground, numb and unable to move.

"City Lord Xiao, are you alright!"

Mr. Bai helped Xiao Dachuan up, shouting anxiously.

If Xiao Chenyu couldn't be saved, that was one thing, but if Xiao Dachuan met with some accident, his reputation would be ruined.

"Huff~"

Xiao Dachuan took a deep breath.

"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Bai. Escort the guest out."

Once Mr. Bai had left the residence, Xiao Dachuan could no longer hold back his grief and fury.

"Slap!"

He slammed his palm onto the table, sending tea sets scattering across the floor.

"Someone!"

"Notify the City Guard Commanders. We're going to Nuoding Academy!"