Comparison of Killing: Tang San Ambushes Bu Le, While Tang Shan Charges Straight into the City of Fallen!

A group of people rolled around in the mud, relying on getting beaten to "comprehend" combat experience.

The so-called teacher was more like a thug who only knew how to use brute force.

Right Side:

Sword Douluo: "The Pinnacle of Swordsmanship lies in the heart."

One-on-one guidance from a renowned teacher, with a Peak Douluo personally feeding him moves and passing down his lifelong ultimate arts.

How was this practical combat training?

This was practically the passing down of a legacy!

[Real World Audience Seats]

"This... is this the difference?"

Dai Mubai looked at Tang Shan on the screen, elegant and unrestrained, sword energy sweeping in every direction.

Then he thought of Zhao Wuji from his memories, who only knew how to smash wildly with brute force, and an indescribable bitterness rose in his heart.

"What... were we even learning back then?"

Oscar was equally dumbfounded.

"They had someone like Sword Douluo personally teaching them from the age of six. What about us?

We got beaten black and blue by Teacher Zhao, and they even called it 'resistance training'?"

Even the ever-proud Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Grandpa Sword... Grandpa Sword was actually this good to him?

He even taught him the Seven Kill Sword Intent without holding anything back?"

One had to know that within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo cherished her dearly, yet he had never systematically taught swordsmanship to anyone like this.

The one hit hardest, however, was Tang San.

He stared fixedly at Tang Shan, who wielded his sword with effortless grace. His nails dug deeply into his palms.

"Sword intent... technique..."

"My proud hidden weapon techniques probably wouldn't even be worth mentioning before his pure sword intent..."

The fig leaf Tang San called "strength" was being torn apart bit by bit.

He had always believed that although Shrek Academy was poor, its teaching quality was top-notch.

But now, that so-called "devil training" seemed like nothing more than amateurish methods before a true top-tier legacy! It was a joke!

"No... I haven't lost yet!"

Tang San suddenly raised his head, a final crazed gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Practical combat isn't just about technique. It's also about the experience of fighting to the death!

I've struggled at the edge of life and death for so many years. How could some greenhouse flower possibly compare to me?!"

"That's right!

Fighting to the death!

Only those who have been tempered in blood are truly strong!"

It was as though Tang San had seized his last lifeline, screaming hysterically in his heart.

However, the Heavenly Screen seemed to have anticipated his thoughts long ago.

The next moment, the scene shifted again, ruthlessly crushing Tang San's final illusion beneath its feet!

[Comparison Continues]

[Event: First Kill!]

[Original World: Bu Le's Lewdness and Tang San's Ambush VS Current World: The Bloody Baptism of the City of Fallen!]

[Original World · Suotuo City · Dark Alley]

The scene shifted, and dim moonlight spilled into an alley reeking of rot.

The sleazy Soul Ancestor named Bu Le was counting the Gold Soul Coins he had just stolen with a lecherous grin, still relishing the memory of teasing Xiao Wu earlier.

Just then, a black shadow appeared silently on the rooftop like Guimei.

It was twelve-year-old Tang San.

There was no open declaration of war, no honorable duel.

Tang San's gaze was icy, like a venomous snake lurking in a gutter. He skillfully pulled out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow from Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night and aimed it at the completely unsuspecting Bu Le.

[Bang—!]

The mechanism clicked, and sixteen poisoned crossbow bolts tore through the air!

Then came Hidden Arrow, the Back-Mounted Flower Crossbow...

All kinds of vicious hidden weapons were deployed one after another.

Although Bu Le was a Soul Ancestor, he had been caught off guard by a prepared opponent. In an instant, he was shot full of bolts like a hedgehog, letting out a shrill scream.

He rolled around on the ground in agony, begging for mercy.

Tang San walked forward without expression. A cold flash flickered in his hand as he delivered the final strike.

The entire process was dark and oppressive, filled with an assassin's cold-blooded calculation.

(In the original work, Bu Le was not killed. This could be understood as the Original World being affected by Tang Shan after his transmigration. Before the Heavenly Screen descended and the comparison began, Tang San had already started being influenced by Tang Shan.)

[Real World Audience Seats]

"This..."

Feng Xiaotian frowned and said with some discomfort,

"Although Bu Le truly deserved to die, Tang San's methods... weren't they a little too vicious? That was completely an ambush."

Huo Wu also looked disgusted.

"This was his so-called 'fight to the death'?

Hiding in the shadows and firing cheap shots—this counted as a strong person's battle?"

Although the Spirit Master World did not reject ambushes, seeing such sewer-rat behavior displayed so nakedly from a protagonist still made it seem rather beneath contempt.

Tang San listened to the discussions around him, his face turning livid, yet he stubbornly retorted in his heart.

"What do you know!

Even a lion uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit!

This is wisdom!

All warfare is based on deception!

As long as you can kill your enemy, it doesn't matter what methods you use!"

"If Tang Shan, that greenhouse flower, encountered such a sleazy and cunning opponent, he would probably have suffered long ago!"

However, in the next second.

The blood-red radiance blazing from the Heavenly Screen on the right instantly shattered Tang San's theory of "wisdom" to pieces!

[Current World · Far North · City of Fallen]

(This was not the City of Slaughter. After the King of Slaughter disappeared, a new prison was built in the Far North to ease the burden on the City of Slaughter, specifically to imprison Fallen Ones.)

In the scene, the sky was crimson, and the air was thick with the scent of blood.

This was the most chaotic and evil lawless land on the continent, gathering countless utterly vicious Fallen Soul Masters.

And now, at the gates of this city of sin stood a boy of only ten.

Tang Shan.

He did not hide. He did not sneak in.

Tang Shan wore a bloodstained white robe and held the Meteor Hammer wrapped in golden lightning. Alone, he blocked the entrance to the City of Fallen!

Before him stood hundreds of savage-looking Fallen Soul Masters, their killing intent soaring!

Among them were quite a few Soul Kings, and even Soul Emperor-level experts!

"Where did this little brat come from? Looking to die?!"

A scar-faced Soul Emperor at the front charged forward with a ferocious grin.

"So tender and soft. You'll make a fine drinking snack for me!"

Facing this overwhelming killing intent, Tang Shan's expression did not waver in the slightest. Only deep within his eyes burned a fighting spirit that seemed capable of incinerating the heavens.

"Tang Shan of the Clear Sky Sect is here today to undergo a trial."

"There is only one question on this test—"

Tang Shan slowly raised the massive hammer in his hand. Behind him, the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul suddenly blossomed, turning everything within a hundred miles into a sea of blue and gold, providing him with an endless stream of life force.

"Kill every last one of you!"

[Rumble—!!!]

Before his words had even faded, lightning from the nine heavens crashed down!

Tang Shan's figure vanished in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already above that Soul Emperor's head!

There were no flashy techniques.

There were no vicious hidden weapons.

There was only pure power!

The ultimate Destruction!