Seventh Dormitory Boss Fight

"Blue Silver Grass? How does he have the same martial soul as Ye Lan?" Wang Sheng scratched his head suspiciously, then said, "No matter what kind of grass you are, Little San, trade a few moves with me. If you beat me, you'll be the leader of the Seventh Dormitory."

"My name is Tang San, not Little San!" Tang San was extremely annoyed by that name. In his previous life, it had been a term for eunuchs.

Aside from his irritation, Tang San also grew curious about Ye Lan. Are there other Blue Silver Grass martial souls capable of cultivation besides mine? Didn't Teacher say Blue Silver Grass was a Waste Martial Soul?

Seeing that Tang San had not stopped organizing his luggage, the hot-tempered Wang Sheng ignored everything else and shoved Tang San's shoulder.

"My name is Wang Sheng. My martial soul is the War Tiger. Fighting the leader is a tradition of the Seventh Dormitory—no one can break that rule."

Already inexplicably irritated by Wang Sheng, Tang San stopped what he was doing upon hearing the challenge, intending to teach Wang Sheng a lesson.

Before Wang Sheng could react, Tang San took an extremely swift step to his side, slightly bent his right arm, and drove his right elbow into Wang Sheng's right waist like a dagger.

Wang Sheng grimaced in pain. "Hiss—" Once he steadied himself, he fixed his eyes on Tang San and suddenly lunged forward.

Like a starving tiger pouncing on prey, Wang Sheng flew at him. Tang San, however, remained calm. He dragged his right leg back a step and turned sideways to face Wang Sheng's pounce.

The moment Wang Sheng closed in, Tang San gripped Wang Sheng's right arm with both hands, planted his feet, and flung him backward with force. This was a Tang Sect grappling technique: Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon. It used the opponent's force against them, with impeccable timing.

With a loud bang!, Wang Sheng was hurled into a row of tables, leaving the scene in complete disarray.

The instant he was thrown aside, fury blazed within Wang Sheng. He quickly climbed to his feet as yellow light rose from the top of his head and covered his entire body. Clearly, Wang Sheng had gotten serious and intended to use his full strength.

At that moment, Wang Sheng had eyes only for Tang San. He forcefully pushed off the ground with his left leg, lunged forward again, and swung his right fist at Tang San's face.

A faint violet glow appeared in Tang San's eyes. After seeing through Wang Sheng's movements, Tang San intercepted his fist with a punch to the wrist.

Though Tang San struck Wang Sheng's right hand, Wang Sheng seemed not to feel any pain. Instead, both his hands transformed into a pair of tiger claws and grabbed at Tang San.

Wang Sheng had gone red with rage, his face twisted viciously. No matter what, he had to teach Tang San a lesson.

Tang San reacted swiftly, meeting Wang Sheng's claws with both hands and firmly catching them.

Wang Sheng had thought his strength held a great advantage, but he had not expected Tang San to be so strong. Tang San clamped down tightly on his claws, making all ten of Wang Sheng's fingers burn from the pressure.

After Tang San caught Wang Sheng securely, he took advantage of the fact that Wang Sheng was still in midair and unable to borrow force, flinging him to the side again. Then he whipped his leg toward Wang Sheng, intending to leave him with a profound lesson.

Just as Tang San flung Wang Sheng away again, Ye Lan moved. With a single Instant Body, he grabbed Wang Sheng by the shoulder and pulled him back, taking him out of the path of Tang San's sweeping kick.

Had Wang Sheng taken that whip kick, he definitely would not have recovered for days. Ye Lan had spent so long with the people of the Seventh Dormitory that he did not want Wang Sheng to suffer so badly.

After setting Wang Sheng down safely, Ye Lan looked at Tang San, who was two heads shorter than him. A Nameless Fire rose within him again, but Ye Lan ignored it and merely said, "Was that necessary? You hit that hard? With your skills, you don't seem like someone who can't control his strength."

Tang San retorted dismissively, "I already held back. Otherwise, Wang Sheng's face would definitely have been ruined. And who are you?" Tang San was quite concerned about the speed at which Ye Lan had just saved Wang Sheng. In that lightning-fast instant, his timing had been perfect.

After Ye Lan caught him, Wang Sheng recovered from his lingering fear and tugged at Ye Lan uneasily. "Ye Lan, I lost. Tang San must have held back just now. From now on, Tang San is the leader of the Seventh Dormitory."

Wang Sheng did not want Ye Lan to suffer the same beating he had, so he gave Tang San an opening to back down.

At this point, Wang Sheng did not know Ye Lan's exact strength. Ye Lan had always been a gentle youth in the Seventh Dormitory and had never displayed his abilities. Wang Sheng felt that Ye Lan was inferior even to himself, let alone Tang San, who was stronger than him.

Thus, Wang Sheng did not want Ye Lan and Tang San to clash again, leading to Tang San striking Ye Lan ruthlessly.

Naturally, Ye Lan understood the meaning behind Wang Sheng's attempt to smooth things over. However, affected by the Nameless Fire, Ye Lan—who had never been interested in this game of becoming the leader—suddenly found himself intrigued.

Ye Lan patted Wang Sheng on the shoulder, signaling that it was fine.

"Tang San, my martial soul is also Blue Silver Grass. If you want to become the leader of the Seventh Dormitory, you still need my approval. I didn't challenge Wang Sheng when I enrolled, but now that you've defeated him, I'll challenge you instead." Ye Lan suppressed the Nameless Fire in his heart and stated the challenge as calmly as possible.

Tang San was likewise interested in Ye Lan, who also possessed Blue Silver Grass. He wanted to see just how strong someone else with the same martial soul could be.

Moreover, Tang San realized that the Seventh Dormitory truly seemed to have a tradition of challenging its leader, rather than Wang Sheng simply using it as an excuse to provoke him. Thus, he agreed.

"Tang San, martial soul: Blue Silver Grass. Innate Full Soul Power, level ten!" Tang San proudly declared the fact that he was a genius, answering Ye Lan's challenge with his words.

Sure enough, this really is a chuuni world, Ye Lan thought.

But his mouth was honest enough. "Ye Lan, martial soul: Blue Silver Grass. Soul Power Level seven."

Upon hearing Ye Lan's Soul Power Level, Tang San felt a burst of secret delight. Teacher was right. I am the one and only Innate Full Soul Power Blue Silver Grass on the Douluo Continent.

Ye Lan did not know about the changes in Tang San's thoughts. In an instant, he infused his right leg with soul power and flashed into the center of Tang San's field of vision.

Tang San was startled by Ye Lan's speed. So fast! Yet Tang San himself was not slow. With a ghostlike step, he dodged to the right. This was the Tang Sect movement technique, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. It emphasized agility and unpredictability, making it impossible to grasp the next position of its user.

Seeing Tang San dodge past his left side, Ye Lan remained unruffled.

Before his old force had faded, new force arose. He closed in on Tang San once again.

Previously, Ye Lan had used less than half of the soul power his leg could bear, so he only needed to layer a bit more soul power over the prior attachment to swiftly alter direction, rather than possessing only speed without agility.

Thanks to three years of training in the Limit Soul Power Attachment Method, Ye Lan could freely control his use of soul power, reaching a state where he could do as one pleased and wield it with perfect ease.

Exactly how much soul power needed to be attached to his leg in order to turn flexibly was not something Ye Lan needed to think about. If he had to think about it, he would already be too slow.

Ye Lan's agile changes in direction relied entirely on his instinctive control over soul power.