Tang Clan's Syndrome

"Teacher Zhao, this test is over!"

Li Xiaoyao raised his flintlock pistol in his right hand, aiming it at Zhao Wuji, and flawlessly won the fourth entrance test.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were also pleased, having achieved impressive results against a seven-ring Soul Sage.

But—

Just then, Tang San stepped forward.

"Teacher Zhao! Please wait!"

Tang San's voice rang out with conviction. His blazing gaze fixed on Zhao Wuji as Soul Power unconsciously surged around him, and Blue Silver Grass silently emerged in his palm.

Yellow, yellow, purple.

Three Soul Rings spun neatly beneath his feet, with the purple ring being especially eye-catching.

And this—

was proof of the immense boost granted by Li Xiaoyao's Chronos.

"Teacher Zhao, Brother Xiaoyao won the previous test beautifully, but I didn't give it my all! When you faced the five of us earlier, you clearly held back. Especially against the four of us, you didn't even use your Martial Soul or Soul Skills."

"Please light another incense stick. I want to fight you seriously. I want to know just how far I, Tang San, can go when you show no restraint!"

Tang San took a deep breath.

There was a trace of unwillingness and humiliation in his voice.

He could not accept the outcome of that battle.

Ever since awakening his Martial Soul, he had always been someone everyone in Notting City needed to look up to and envy—

And the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record he took such pride in was the foundation of his confidence as he traveled Douluo Continent.

Yet during the previous test, it had been Li Xiaoyao's personal show from start to finish, while he had been nothing more than a spectator...

"Third Brother, are you crazy?"

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

"The five of us nearly lost when we joined forces. How can you possibly beat him alone?"

Xiao Wu froze when she heard that.

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

Watching Tang San and Xiao Wu bicker back and forth—

Li Xiaoyao, standing some distance away, was utterly speechless.

"Tsk! What a load of pointless chatter!"

"When all was said and done, Tang San was getting too full of himself!"

I thought Tang San was about to pull some other stunt?

It turned out that after Chronos's Time Jump, combined with the enhancement from Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul—

Tang San's Soul Power Level had skyrocketed from a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster to a level forty quasi-Soul Ancestor, and he had started getting arrogant because of the techniques in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record and the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.

It seemed Tang San's life these past years had been far too smooth. He had never been beaten down by reality.

With his current ability, he could only bully a six-ring Soul Emperor like Li Yusong, whose talent and Soul Ring configuration were both terrible.

One had to know—

Soul Masters were divided into ranks as well.

A seven-ring Soul Sage could only lead a Soul Master clan and protect peace over one territory.

Only an eight-ring Soul Douluo could establish a sect, gather the admiration of countless Soul Masters, and have disciples spread throughout a region.

Titled Douluo stood at the peak of Douluo Continent's pyramid. When they raged, the lords trembled; when they lived in peace, the world was calm!

Li Yusong and Zhao Wuji appeared to be separated by only thirteen levels, but the gap in their Soul Power and combat strength was as vast as heaven and earth.

Once Zhao Wuji, a level seventy Soul Sage, activated his Martial Soul Avatar, all his attributes and Soul Skill power would soar dramatically. As a level sixty Soul Emperor, Li Yusong had no Martial Soul Avatar to support him. The gulf between their strength was obvious at a glance.

Li Yusong: "Huh???"

Using me as a negative example again?

Fine, fine, fine!

You're all so high and mighty. You're all incredible.

Ning Rongrong held Li Xiaoyao's arm and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Brother Xiaoyao!"

"Looks like this Tang San is clearly getting carried away with his strength and refuses to accept the previous battle."

"But I do want to see just how capable this Tang San is when he goes all out."

Ning Rongrong was a clever little devil. She had long ago sharply sensed the pride Tang San kept hidden deep in his heart.

"Blind arrogance."

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were sharp as she stared intently at Tang San's back and spat out four words. Her tone carried undisguised coldness—the most straightforward assessment she could give to such an overconfident act.

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

The way they looked at Tang San was practically like they were looking at an idiot who did not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth.

How could a Soul Sage going all out be child's play?

This kid was simply asking for trouble.

Vaguely, everyone tacitly chose to keep some distance from Tang San—

Someone who could not even grasp his own strength was either truly insane or truly stupid.

—And that was the price of not fitting in.

After Tang San and Xiao Wu tugged and argued for a while—the two of them ultimately chose to face Zhao Wuji together.

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

The smile on Zhao Wuji's face gradually faded—

replaced by a trace of interest and disdain.

Did they really think they were Li Xiaoyao?

"Teacher Zhao, please light another incense stick!"

Tang San said to Zhao Wuji.

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

Zhao Wuji lit another incense stick.

The incense began to burn, and wisps of green smoke rose into the air.

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

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

Seven Soul Rings lined up neatly, their Soul Power fluctuations pressing outward like mountains, several times stronger than when he had faced Li Xiaoyao's group of five.

"Are you two little brats ready?"

"This time, Old Zhao won't hold back!"

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

Zhao Wuji rolled his wrist, his bones crackling loudly.

Tang San's gaze sharpened as the Mysterious Heaven Skill circulated at full force.

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Binding!"

The first Soul Skill, "Motherly Binding," activated instantly. Several Blue Silver Grass stalks burst from the ground, covered in sharp barbs as they surged toward Zhao Wuji like a tide.

In this battle, Tang San would go all out!

What followed was much the same as in the original story. Xiao Wu, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, directly used her second Soul Skill, "Charm," on Zhao Wuji, a seven-ring Soul Sage, causing this 100,000-Year-Old Rabbit to suffer backlash and vomit blood.

Right after that, Tang San's Tang Clan's Syndrome flared up. His eyes turned bloodshot, his breath came out like a bull's, and he threw back his head with a furious roar.

"Ahhh! Zhao Wuji, you dared hurt my little sister Xiao Wu. You have chosen the Way of Seeking Death!"

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

—Swish! Swish! Swish!—

Tang San's ten fingers twitched, and dozens of icy flashes suddenly burst forth, shooting like meteors chasing the moon—some aimed for Zhao Wuji's eyes, some attacked the vital points on his shoulders, others went straight for his throat and heart, while several targeted his knees, lower abdomen, and groin. Every cold gleam locked onto a different fatal weakness, forming an airtight offensive that radiated chilling killing intent.

This Tang Clan's Syndrome—

successfully made Li Xiaoyao laugh.

All that could be heard was—