Defeating Tang San

Yu Xiaogang stood in his office, the window facing the training ground.

He witnessed the battle.

Watching Tang San's outstanding combat techniques layer upon layer, steadily compressing Lu Yan's room to fly.

"Mm, as expected of my disciple, Yu Xiaogang. You haven't disappointed me."

At such a young age, he already possessed combat awareness.

Lu Yan chuckled softly.

If it had been an ordinary person unfamiliar with these Hidden Weapon Techniques, they would certainly have been hit.

But last night, he had learned part of the Hidden Weapon Techniques in Tang San's Dream.

Though he had yet to practice them.

He understood their principles and trajectories clearly.

His Butterfly Wings fluttered lightly as Lu Yan maneuvered through the air, dodging Tang San's pebbles.

"This...?"

Tang San stared at the scene, stunned for a moment.

The Hidden Weapon Techniques just now were not particularly profound, but they should not have been something a child could counter.

His perception and reaction speed were far too fast.

"Wow—"

"Who is he? He can actually fight Tang San evenly."

"So amazing, so cool."

The students gathered around the edge of the training ground chattered excitedly, completely absorbed in the battle.

They all knew Tang San. After all, he was the genius who had defeated Xiao Chenyu.

But they had never known that there was someone else in the academy besides Sister Xiao Wu who could fight Tang San.

Xiao Wu was also watching in fascination.

She had never expected that the person who had spoken of "Diligence Compensates for Lack of Talent" that morning could fight Xiao San to this extent.

He even looked stronger than her.

While Tang San was thinking, Lu Yan had already flown within ten meters of him.

A flash of yellow light.

Tang San reacted immediately. Lu Yan had used a Soul Skill.

He quickly scanned the surroundings.

No one knew the effect of Lu Yan's First Soul Skill.

Nor did he know what kind of Soul Skill Dream Butterfly could produce.

Everything was unknown.

Yu Xiaogang also focused his attention. This was precisely the Soul Skill he wanted to study.

"According to the teacher who led the team at the time, Lu Yan absorbed a Flower Demon Butterfly with a cultivation nearing four hundred years.

The Flower Demon Butterfly's greatest ability is releasing pollen that interferes with perception.

I wonder what kind of Soul Skill it has become in Lu Yan's hands."

He was greatly anticipating it and eager to find out.

Suddenly, specks of silver light covered the entire field like fireflies in the night, Tang San included.

"His Martial Soul is pretty enough already, and even his Soul Skill looks this beautiful."

Xiao Wu looked at the field, which seemed to have turned into a silver sea, with a hint of envy.

She was a girl, so naturally she liked pretty, sparkling things.

Unfortunately, it was not hers.

"What is this?"

Tang San carefully dodged, refusing to let the silver points approach him as he continuously used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

But there were simply too many silver points, and they were constantly surrounding him.

Lu Yan smiled at the sight.

No matter what you tried, you could not escape.

The silver points were far too dense to dodge at all.

The silver points entered his body.

Tang San quickly examined himself, yet found nothing unusual.

They were like ordinary air. Once they entered his body, they left behind no trace.

His body was unharmed, his Soul Power circulated smoothly, and there seemed to be no effect at all.

"What exactly does this Soul Skill do?"

Tang San did not believe Lu Yan's Soul Skill merely created silver points for decoration.

It could not possibly be that simple.

For the first time, he felt what an information gap was.

This sense of the unknown was far too bewildering.

He could only circulate the Mysterious Heaven Skill to protect himself, hoping to block the silver points.

No wonder Lu Yan had refused to reveal his Soul Skill's effects even if it killed him.

This was the advantage of concealing one's Soul Skill.

The unknown represented fear.

Yu Xiaogang frowned to himself as well. What exactly was this strange thing?

If it could interfere with perception, Xiao San would have noticed it instantly with his sensitivity toward his own body.

But that clearly was not the case.

What exactly did it do?

I have to risk it.

Tang San looked toward Lu Yan. Purple Light faintly emerged in his Pupils—it was the Purple Demon Eyes he had cultivated for years.

He Locked On to him.

With the situation unknown, dealing with Lu Yan was the best choice.

He picked up a pebble and once again used Hidden Weapon Techniques.

At the same time, he evaded the silver points and continuously charged toward Lu Yan, refusing to give him a moment to breathe.

Yet even so, quite a few silver points still entered his body.

Lu Yan dodged the pebble. Watching Tang San rush toward him, he no longer evaded.

He silently counted in his heart: Three... two... one.

Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track stalled. He lunged forward, and with a boom, fell flat on his face.

Lu Yan descended and stood before him, Looking Down at him. Staring into his eyes, he said disdainfully:

"So this is all a genius amounts to."

Tang San glared at him, trying to control his body, but he could not do so no matter what. He could not even speak.

He could only look at him.

His body seemed to have vanished, completely paralyzed.

"Don't come bother me again."

With that said.

Lu Yan withdrew his Martial Soul, turned, and left without sparing Tang San on the ground another glance.

"Gasp~~" The students sucked in a breath of cold air.

They stared blankly at Lu Yan's retreating figure and Tang San, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.

He had actually won.

This was far too unbelievable.

"Does anyone know how he won?"

No one understood what had happened.

That scene had been too bizarre. Lu Yan had made no visible movement, yet Tang San had suddenly collapsed and could not get back up, not even struggling.

But they knew that from this day onward, there was another person in the academy whom they could not afford to provoke.

Someone who could silently bring down an Opponent.

Xiao Wu came onto the training ground and walked to Tang San's side.

"Xiao San, what happened to you?"

Tang San still did not speak. He frantically tried to sense his body, and only after several breaths did he regain feeling.

He slowly stood up.

Fear had appeared on his face as well.

It was too terrifying.

Just now, it had felt as though his entire body was paralyzed. His spine, hands, feet, even his eyeballs—he could not control any of them.

Only his thoughts remained.

Lu Yan returned to the dormitory and sat down to regulate his breathing and meditate.

The battle with Tang San had consumed some Soul Power, but he had not been injured.

It was not that Tang San was weak or that he was especially strong.

The information gap had simply been too great.

He knew Tang San inside out, while Tang San had never understood him.

How could Tang San fight him? How could he win?

"The effect is pretty good."

Lu Yan was very satisfied with the first test of his Soul Skill.

Even Tang San could not resist it, which showed just how effective this Soul Skill was.

His First Soul Skill was called: Mental Severance.

It could create silver points covering an area of more than ten meters. Once enough silver points entered a body, they would sever the connection between the body and the mind, making it impossible for a Soul Master to control their body.

The more one absorbed, the longer the severance lasted.

Likewise, the stronger a Soul Master's Spiritual Power, the shorter the severance lasted.

At most, it could last one minute.

Though Tang San did not possess a Spirit-Type Martial Soul, he had cultivated the Purple Demon Eyes since childhood, so his Spiritual Power surpassed those of the same rank.

That was also why, even after awakening Dream Butterfly and absorbing many Dreams of Others, greatly increasing his Spiritual Power.

Lu Yan had only been able to enter Tang San's Dream after absorbing the First Soul Ring and experiencing a tremendous increase in Spiritual Power.

Judging by the duration, he could control him for no more than twenty seconds at most.

However, Lu Yan also knew that after this battle, if the effects of his Soul Skill had not been completely figured out, they would at least have a general idea of it.