The Laughable Skill: Blue Silver Bind

"How could this be?"

Watching his Blue Silver Bind get torn to shreds like rags, Tang San's voice was full of disbelief.

He knew Lin Qi's Martial Soul was a sword. After obtaining his First Soul Ring, he might have gained a fairly powerful offensive skill.

But his First Soul Ring came from a Mandala Snake, and his Blue Silver Grass was exceptionally tough.

Even if Lin Qi could cut through one or two strands, he could not possibly sever so many at once, much less so effortlessly.

As Tang San's thoughts raced, the onlookers had already cried out in shock.

"My God, is there something wrong with my eyes? What color is Lin Qi's First Soul Ring?"

"I don't know whether there's anything wrong with your eyes, but there's definitely something wrong with mine. How could a First Soul Ring be purple?"

"A thousand-year Soul Ring? His First Soul Ring is a thousand-year Soul Ring? How is that possible?"

Tang San had been shocked that his Blue Silver Bind had been broken. Hearing those voices, he carefully looked toward Lin Qi.

Then he saw that a purple Soul Ring was actually circling the Mountain River Sword in Lin Qi's hand.

Like the others, Tang San initially suspected there was something wrong with his eyes.

But when he recalled that Master Meng's fourth Soul Ring was a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, as well as the medicinal scent he had smelled in the Bamboo Forest that day, Tang San immediately guessed something.

It had to be Master Meng. He had mastered a method that allowed one to absorb Soul Rings beyond the limit.

That gentle purple Soul Ring looked especially glaring in Tang San's eyes, and the jealousy in them nearly burst into flame.

Why? Why did his First Soul Ring have to be purple?

Tang San instinctively believed that Lin Qi had broken his Blue Silver Bind so easily solely because of that thousand-year Soul Ring.

"Lin Qi, are you pleased with yourself? Do you think this is all the strength I have?"

Anger filled Tang San's chest. He stomped heavily on the ground and lunged toward Lin Qi.

Even if Lin Qi could break his First Soul Skill, he possessed more than just Soul Ring skills.

Lin Qi watched Tang San's footwork, his brows slightly furrowing.

This was Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track? This level?

In Lin Qi's perception, Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track had not the slightest bewildering effect. Every movement was perfectly clear to him.

"Perhaps it isn't that Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track is useless. It's that the Body of Fortune is too overpowered."

As Tang San closed in, Lin Qi did not even swing his sword. Instead, he threw a punch with his left hand.

"Lin Qi!"

Tang San shouted again.

Lin Qi was actually not even using his sword. To Tang San, this was simply a blatant insult.

Fine. Since you liked underestimating your opponent, he would make sure you lost every shred of face.

Tang San's hands turned the color of white jade as he fiercely met Lin Qi's fist.

Just as Tang San thought his Mysterious Jade Hand was about to collide with Lin Qi's fist, he felt his own punch strike empty air. It had not touched anything at all.

Then, in the next instant, a sharp pain erupted from his chest.

Bang—

To the spectators, it looked as though Tang San had charged at Lin Qi while yelling wildly.

Though his strange footwork twisted left and right, he had not even brushed the corner of Lin Qi's clothes before Lin Qi casually sent him flying with one punch.

"Is this guy here to make people laugh? With that little strength, he dared challenge Lin Qi?"

"It's truly heaven-blind that someone like him has Innate Full Soul Power. If I had... no, if I had even level-five Innate Soul Power, I would definitely be far stronger than him."

"What trash."

Tang San could no longer hear the others' comments.

As he was sent flying, his mind went completely blank.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not understand how Lin Qi's fist had struck him. Could his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Mysterious Jade Hand both be fake?

"Little San, don't fight anymore. You will definitely surpass Lin Qi in the future. Don't obsess over this temporary setback."

After hesitating again and again, Yu Xiaogang still rushed over, only to witness Tang San being effortlessly crushed.

Yu Xiaogang's heart clenched with worry, afraid that this defeat would shatter Tang San's spirit.

"I don't believe it."

Tang San ignored Yu Xiaogang entirely and attacked Lin Qi again.

He was just lucky. He must have gotten lucky and happened to hit me.

This time, Tang San focused with all his might. He pushed Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its limit, becoming like a blurred shadow.

His Mysterious Jade Hand guarded his entire body without a single gap, absolutely refusing to give Lin Qi another chance to get lucky.

Lin Qi's eyes were calm as water as he twisted forward.

His left fist mysteriously slipped into Tang San's palm-technique defense. Tang San's full-force defense all struck empty air, while Lin Qi's punch landed in precisely the same spot as the last one.

"Pfft—"

Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood while still in midair.

It was not only because Lin Qi had hit him, but also because he was furious.

He could not understand it. He could not figure it out. He was angry. He was unwilling to accept it.

In his imagination, he should have crushed Lin Qi with overwhelming force.

Now there was indeed overwhelming destruction—but he was the one being utterly crushed.

Bang—

This time, after hitting the ground, Tang San did not immediately get back up. He lay there blankly, his eyes devoid of focus.

"Little San."

Yu Xiaogang and Tang Hao in the distance both called out worriedly.

"Shut up. Do you want to spar with me too?"

Tang Hao immediately swallowed his words. With Leng Qing, that ominous presence, standing nearby, every movement he made put him on edge.

Tang San had lost. His strength was far inferior to Lin Qi's.

Tang Hao should have felt relieved that he no longer needed to worry about his life, yet he could not feel happy at all.

Tang San, on whom he had placed such high hopes, had actually collapsed at the first touch before Lin Qi.

Was Lin Qi simply too strong, or did Little San truly lack any talent for combat?

Even Tang Hao thought Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was extremely profound. He truly could not understand how Lin Qi had seen through it at a glance and beaten Tang San until he had no ability to defend himself.

"What kind of fist technique was that?"

Tang San had not completely played dead. He still climbed back up from the ground.

At this moment, Tang San was covered in dust, and much of his face was smeared with the blood he had vomited. He was utterly disheveled.

But he no longer had the mind to care about his appearance.

The first time he had been sent flying, he could claim Lin Qi had gotten lucky. But the second time, he had given it everything he had and was still sent flying. Then the problem had to be Lin Qi.

Xiao Wu was the closest spectator to the two of them. Hearing that, she said:

"What? You can't beat Lin Qi, so now you're looking for excuses again?"

"Are you going to say Lin Qi shouldn't use his fists, or that Lin Qi shouldn't hit you and should only let you defeat him?"

"Have some shame. Lin Qi didn't even use his Martial Soul, and you still went down."

"You..."

Tang San's face flushed the color of liver.

From the first moment he saw Xiao Wu, he had felt drawn to her. Otherwise, he would not have been thinking about how to attract her attention.

But now Xiao Wu was pointing at his nose and scolding him, every word stabbing straight into his sorest spot.

That bit of fondness completely vanished.

This shallow woman was not worthy of Tang San's concern.

"Good!"

As Xiao Wu finished speaking, the onlookers burst into applause and cheers.

"Well said! If you can't win, you can't win. Just admit defeat. Yet this guy has endless excuses."

"With such a huge gap in strength, instead of looking for the problem in himself, he makes excuses. That's ridiculous."