Tang San: Do You Dare To Make A Bet With Me

"Wait!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted urgently.

"This soul beast—we saw it first!"

Yu Xiaogang strode forward, his gaze fixed on the Ghost Vine.

This soul beast was the second soul ring he had planned for Tang San.

Tang San's First Soul Ring came from a Mandala Snake, greatly enhancing his toughness and toxicity, but his attack range was limited.

As for the Ghost Vine, according to Yu Xiaogang's theory, it was likely to produce a "Parasitic Seed" soul skill, making up for Tang San's shortcoming in attack distance.

Seeing this soul beast about to be snatched away, how could he not panic!

"You saw it first?"

The Red-haired Soul King raised an eyebrow and let out a cold snort.

"We've already fought it down to the last blow. And now you jump out, claiming you saw it first?"

His gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang's group, pausing for a moment on the badge at Lin Dashan's chest.

"Soul Master Academy people?"

A flicker of understanding crossed the Red-haired Soul King's eyes, but it was mostly contempt.

This was the Soul Hunting Forest, where killing for spoils was forbidden.

If this were the wild forest, with three Soul Kings on their side, they would have struck already!

"That's right! We're from Nuoding Academy!"

Yu Xiaogang felt the pressure from the other side, but for Tang San's opportunity, he forced himself to step forward and try to reason.

"We've been planning for this soul beast for a long time, intending to give my disciple here his Second Soul Ring."

As he spoke, he stepped aside.

Tang San understood and immediately stepped forward. With a thought, a crystalline Blue Silver Grass spread from his palm.

At the same time, a bright yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet.

"Blue Silver Grass, and it's cultivated this fast?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the Red-haired Soul King's eyes.

This kid looked under ten years old. For a Trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass to reach the Soul Grand Master level at this age was simply unbelievable.

This youth's talent was likely extraordinary.

But surprise aside, it wouldn't change his mind.

Impatience crept onto his face, and his voice suddenly sharpened: "I don't care how long you've been planning! Leave this place now! This soul beast belongs to the Martial Soul Hall!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "Martial Soul Hall."

The authority of the Martial Soul Hall was not to be offended!

"This..."

Yu Xiaogang was truly unwilling.

His mind raced, considering a possibility.

"Sir, is Yu Cheng killing this soul beast just to build his courage and get a taste of blood?"

In Yu Xiaogang's view, the limit for a First Soul Ring was at most just over four hundred years.

This Ghost Vine was six hundred years old—letting Yu Cheng absorb it would be suicide!

"Enough!"

The Red-haired Soul King lost his patience.

A surge of blazing soul power erupted from him like a volcanic explosion!

His red hair stood on end, swaying without wind, like burning flames.

The five soul rings beneath his feet reappeared, and a terrifying pressure, like a tangible tidal wave, slammed toward Yu Xiaogang and the others!

"A Soul King!"

Lin Dashan's face changed drastically as he cried out in shock.

He quickly stepped forward, shielding Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

He cupped his hands toward the Red-haired Soul King. "Sir, please calm down! We'll leave right now!"

As he spoke, he tugged hard at Yu Xiaogang's sleeve, signaling him to shut up.

At that moment, Lin Dashan's mind was in turmoil.

As the dean, he naturally knew that Yu Cheng had broken through to Level 10.

A child with Innate Level Two Soul Power, relying on his own effort to reach Level 10 at this age, was undoubtedly a genius.

But he never expected that the Martial Soul Hall would deploy such a formation just to hunt a first soul ring for Yu Cheng!

This Soul King before him was someone he had never seen at the Nuoding City Martial Soul Hall branch. Looking at the others, each carried a heavy, composed aura—clearly no ordinary hands either.

Without a doubt, these people came from the Fasnuo Martial Soul Main Hall!

"Could this kid Yu Cheng be the illegitimate son of some big shot in the Martial Soul Hall?"

An absurd thought surfaced in Lin Dashan's mind.

Yu Xiaogang, facing this terrifying pressure, stumbled back repeatedly, his face pale and his chest tight.

The absolute gap in strength left him feeling a heavy sense of helplessness.

Reason told him he couldn't keep fighting.

Yet, looking at the soul beast on the ground, then glancing at Tang San beside him, a fierce unwillingness surged in his heart.

Tang San's extraordinary talent was his only hope to prove his soul master theories.

He refused to accept this!

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the frustration in his heart.

"Ah."

All his unwillingness eventually dissolved into a single sigh.

Just then, Tang San, who had remained silent all along, suddenly stepped forward.

"Yu Cheng, this soul beast is very important to me. Seeing as we're from the same hometown, I hope you'll let me have it."

His gaze locked tightly onto Yu Cheng, his black eyes carrying a resolute determination.

As if, if Yu Cheng didn't yield, he wouldn't leave today.

"You're just using it for practice, to gain hunting experience. Since you can't absorb the soul ring, why waste it?"

Tang San spoke.

Ever since experiencing the despair of the dungeon, Tang San's mindset had quietly shifted.

He trained harder than before.

Even to the point of being extreme.

He never wanted to feel that powerless, helpless feeling of being at someone's mercy again.

This Ghost Vine before him was a perfect match for his martial soul—he absolutely refused to give it up easily!

Even if the other side had a Soul King!

Even if they were from the Martial Soul Hall!

He would still fight for it!

The atmosphere on the field grew tense.

The red-haired Soul King frowned but didn't act immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze to Yu Cheng.

Clearly, he was leaving the decision to Yu Cheng.

Stared at directly by Tang San, Yu Cheng's face showed no ripple of emotion.

"Tang San, I'll be straight with you."

His tone was flat: "I plan to absorb this soul ring as my first soul ring."

"What? Absorb a six-hundred-year soul ring as your first?! Are you insane!"

Yu Xiaogang was the first to cry out in shock.

His face was filled with extreme disbelief, along with a sense of absurdity.

He looked at Yu Cheng like he was a madman.

"According to my theoretical research, the maximum limit for a first soul ring is four hundred and twenty-three years!"

"This is an iron law verified by countless cases!"

"Exceeding that limit, a soul master's body and meridians simply can't withstand the impact of the soul ring's energy. You... you're asking for death!"

His heart was full of contempt.

And a kind of inexplicable anger.

Challenge the limit?

Just because this kid with Innate Level Two Soul Power?

It was an insult to his life's work!

Young people, not knowing the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth, throwing away their lives just to show off!

"I see!"

Lin Dashan, standing nearby, suddenly showed a look of realization.

Then, his gaze toward Yu Cheng became complicated.

Why would Martial Soul Hall dispatch a Soul King to help Yu Cheng hunt his First Soul Ring?

Yu Cheng must be a chosen test subject.

The limit of soul ring age has always been a hot topic of research among major powers.

Yu Cheng has decent talent, comes from a commoner background, and has no connections. Even if the experiment fails, cleanup is simple—at most, they'd pay a few Gold Soul Coins to settle it.

What's more, Yu Cheng is an orphan, so even compensation is saved.

He's practically the perfect test subject!

"Sigh."

Lin Dashan couldn't help but let out a sigh and shake his head.

He had some fondness for this hardworking Work-Study Student.

What a pity.

"Xiao San, let's go."

Lin Dashan urged again, his tone low.

He glanced at Yu Cheng, a trace of pity in his eyes.

Yu Xiaogang also looked at Yu Cheng as if he were already dead.

It was as if he could already see Yu Cheng struggling in agony under the impact of the soul ring's energy, ultimately exploding.

Yet Tang San still stood there.

"Yu Cheng!"

Tang San's voice rose.

"Do you dare make a bet with me?"

"Since we both want this soul beast, let's have a fair spar."

"The winner gets the right to claim the soul beast!"

Tang San lifted his chin, fists clenched at his sides, Soul Power faintly rippling.

Since leaving the dungeon, his training had been nearly frantic, and his Mysterious Heaven Skill had improved significantly.

He was confident that among those of the same rank, he was absolutely no weaker than anyone!

What's more, Yu Cheng didn't even have a soul ring!

Yu Cheng looked at Tang San, who seemed as stubborn as a mule, and suddenly found it a bit amusing.

"Why should I bet with you?"

Yu Cheng spread his hands.

"This soul ring was mine to begin with. You want to snatch it, yet you talk so grandly—isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

"You..."

Tang San was choked by Yu Cheng's words, a flash of anger crossing his face.

But the determination in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

Seeing this, Yu Cheng's eyes darted as if an idea struck him.

The corner of his mouth curled up. "Fighting is fine. If I lose, I'll let you have this Ghost Vine."

Then his tone shifted. "But if you lose? What's your stake? You can't just get something for nothing, can you?"