Tang Clan's Syndrome

"Teacher Zhao, this test is over!"

Li Xiaoyao held up the flintlock gun in his right hand, aiming it at Zhao Wuji, having perfectly won the fourth entrance exam.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also felt happy, as they had achieved good results against a seven-ring Soul Sage.

But—

Just then, Tang San stepped forward.

"Teacher Zhao! Please wait a moment!"

Tang San's voice was sonorous and powerful. His gaze was fixed intently on Zhao Wuji, and his Soul Power surged unconsciously around him. The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul quietly appeared in his palm.

Yellow, yellow, purple.

Three Soul Rings circled neatly beneath his feet, the purple one particularly striking.

And this—

Was powerful proof of the enhancement from Li Xiaoyao's Chronos.

"Teacher Zhao, the test just now, Brother Xiaoyao won beautifully, but I wasn't at full strength! When you dealt with the four of us earlier, you clearly held back. Especially against us four, you didn't even use your Martial Soul or Soul Skills."

"Please light another stick of incense. I want to have a serious fight with you. I really want to know, when you go all out, how far can I, Tang San, go?"

Tang San took a deep breath.

His tone carried a hint of unwillingness and shame.

He couldn't accept the outcome of the previous battle.

Ever since his Martial Soul awakened, he had been someone everyone in Nuoding City looked up to and envied—

And his proud Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record was the confidence he, Tang San, relied on to walk the Douluo Continent.

But the test just now was entirely Li Xiaoyao's personal show, while he had been like an onlooker...

"Third Brother, are you crazy?"

"Teacher Zhao is a seven-ring Soul Sage!"

"We five teamed up and almost lost just now. How can you possibly win alone?"

Xiao Wu was stunned when she heard this.

She quickly ran to Tang San's side and grabbed his arm.

Watching Tang San and Xiao Wu bickering—

Li Xiaoyao, standing not far away, was speechless.

"Tsk! So much mumbling!"

"In the end, it's just that Tang San kid getting arrogant!"

He thought Tang San was up to some new trick?

It turned out that because of his Chronos's time jump and Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul's amplification, Tang San's Soul Power Level had directly soared from rank twenty-nine Great Soul Master to rank forty quasi-Soul Ancestor. He had then become arrogant, relying on the martial arts from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record and the Tang Sect's hidden weapons.

It seemed Tang San's life had been too smooth sailing these years; he hadn't experienced any real hardship.

In his current state, he could only bully someone like Li Yusong, a six-ring Soul Emperor with poor talent and Soul Ring configuration.

One must know—

There were also different ranks among Soul Masters.

Don't you see that a seven-ring Soul Sage can only lead a Soul Master family and guard a territory?

An eight-ring Soul Douluo can establish a sect, be revered by thousands of Soul Masters, with disciples spread across the land.

Titled Douluo are the beings at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent; a fit of rage makes lords tremble, and peace brings tranquility to the world!

Although Li Yusong and Zhao Wuji seemed to have a thirteen-rank difference, the gap in their Soul Power and combat strength was like that between heaven and earth.

When Zhao Wuji, a seventy-rank Soul Sage, activated his Martial Soul True Body, all his attributes and the power of his Soul Skills would surge. As a sixty-rank Soul Emperor, Li Yusong did not have the Martial Soul True Body's enhancement, making the gap in their strength obvious.

Li Yusong: "Huh???"

Am I being used as a negative example again?

Fine!

You're all so noble, you're all so amazing.

Ning Rongrong, holding Li Xiaoyao's arm, raised an eyebrow.

"Yoho! Brother Xiaoyao!"

"It seems this guy named Tang San has clearly become arrogant and is unhappy with the fight just now."

"But I'm quite curious to see how capable Tang San is when he goes all out."

Ning Rongrong, being the clever little devil she was, had long since keenly sensed the hidden pride Tang San held within his heart.

"Blind arrogance."

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze was sharp as she stared intently at Tang San's retreating back, spitting out four words with undisguised coldness. This was her most direct evaluation of such an act of overestimating oneself.

Even Dai Mubai and Li Yusong, standing beside her, exchanged a look, their eyes filled with helplessness and mockery.

The way they looked at Tang San was as if they were watching an idiot who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Was a Soul Sage going all out a child's play?

This kid was practically asking for trouble.

Vaguely, everyone present tacitly chose to keep a certain distance from Tang San—

Someone who couldn't even grasp their own strength was either truly mad or truly foolish.

—And this was the price of not fitting in.

After Tang San and Xiao Wu's pulling and tugging—the two ultimately chose to face Zhao Wuji together.

"Heh heh! One Blue Silver Grass, one little rabbit. Since you two little fellows want another test, Old Zhao will play with you."

The smile on Zhao Wuji's face gradually faded—

Replaced by a hint of interest and disdain.

Did you really think you two were like that kid Li Xiaoyao?

"Teacher Zhao, please light another stick of incense!"

Tang San said to Zhao Wuji.

"I hope you two can give Old Zhao a surprise!"

Zhao Wuji relit a stick of incense.

The incense was lit, and thin smoke curled upwards.

The next second—Zhao Wuji directly activated his Martial Soul, the Great Vajra Bear.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Seven Soul Rings were neatly arranged, and his Soul Power fluctuations pressed down on the surroundings like a mountain, several times stronger than when he dealt with Li Xiaoyao and the other four.

"Are you two little fellows ready?"

"Old Zhao won't be holding back this time!"

"Let me see how much real skill you two have!"

Zhao Wuji moved his wrists, his bones making crackling sounds.

Tang San's eyes sharpened, and his Mysterious Heaven Skill circulated to its extreme.

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!"

The first Soul Skill, "Blue Silver Entanglement," was instantly activated. Several strands of Blue Silver Grass broke through the soil, carrying sharp barbs, surging towards Zhao Wuji like a tide.

In this battle, he, Tang San, would go all out!

And what followed was similar to the original story: Xiao Wu, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth, directly used her second Soul Skill, "Charm," on the seven-ringed Soul Sage Zhao Wuji, causing the hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit to suffer a backlash and spit blood.

Immediately after, Tang San's Tang Clan's Syndrome acted up. His eyes were blood-red, his breathing heavy like an ox's, and he roared at the sky.

"Ahhh! Zhao Wuji, how dare you hurt my little sister Xiao Wu! You are courting death!"

"I swear to kill you, eat your flesh, and sleep on your skin."

—Chik-chik-chik—

Tang San's fingers moved slightly, and dozens of chilling, sharp rays of light burst forth, shooting out like shooting stars chasing the moon—some aimed at Zhao Wuji's eyes, some at his vital points on the shoulders, some directly at his throat and chest, and several aimed at his knees, lower abdomen, and groin. Each ray of cold light locked onto a different fatal spot, the dense barrage exuding a chilling killing intent.

This Tang Clan's Syndrome—

Successfully amused Li Xiaoyao.

Just then—