One Move to Instantly Defeat the Top Student

Wang Dali laughed in rage. "Good boy! Today, Teacher will teach you what it means to respect your teacher and honor the Way!"

Boom!

Wang Dali stomped both feet fiercely, making the arena tremble three times.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

The phantom of a massive Iron Armored Rhinoceros appeared behind him.

Two yellow, one yellow.

Three Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

Though it was not the optimal configuration, the unmistakable pressure of a Soul Elder swept across the entire venue in an instant.

"First Soul Skill: Savage Charge!"

Wang Dali did not underestimate him. He charged right from the start.

His entire body became a humanoid tank, crushing toward Bai Tang San with unstoppable momentum!

He was incredibly fast!

His presence was overwhelming!

Closer!

Ten meters! Five meters! Three meters!

The students below cried out in alarm. Some even covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight of Bai Tang San being sent flying.

However.

At the instant the enormous rhinoceros horn was about to touch the hem of Bai Tang San's clothes.

Bai Tang San moved.

No.

More accurately, the light beneath his feet moved.

Buzz—!!!

There was no warning whatsoever.

A purple-black Soul Ring radiating a heart-palpitating aura suddenly lit up!

That was...

A two-thousand-year Second Soul Ring!

"Second Soul Skill—"

Bai Tang San's voice was as cold as frost.

"Spider Web Cage."

Rumble!

The ground exploded instantly.

Sixteen incomparably thick blades of dark purple-gold Blue Silver Grass burst from the earth like sixteen poisonous dragons from hell!

They did not parasitize their target like the First Soul Skill.

Instead, they instantly intertwined, hardened, and contracted!

They formed an airtight, solid cage that trapped the charging Wang Dali within it!

This was no ordinary Blue Silver Cage.

Every blade of grass was covered in sharp barbs, and dark blue venom flowed along those barbs.

Sticky spiderwebs also linked the bars together, making it exceptionally resilient.

"What is this? Break open!"

Wang Dali roared and relied on his defense, trying to smash through it by force.

But he discovered in horror.

He could not move it!

That seemingly plant-based cage was actually harder than refined iron!

What was even more terrifying was—

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!

The instant his Soul Power shield touched the cage.

It was like snow meeting boiling oil.

It melted away instantly!

That was the corrosive venom of the Man Faced Demon Spider, mixed with the devouring properties of Blue Silver Grass!

"Aah—!!!"

A miserable scream came from within the cage.

The shield shattered.

Countless sharp barbs pierced fiercely into Wang Dali's skin under the cage's immense contracting force.

The venom was injected instantly.

Numbness.

Agonizing pain.

Suffocation.

In only one second.

The Soul Elder expert who had been so imposing moments ago.

Was now locked inside the cage in an utterly humiliating position.

A Blue Silver spike glinting with cold light was pressed against his throat.

If it advanced another inch.

It would pierce straight through!

The entire venue fell deathly silent.

Director Su's mouth hung open, his jaw nearly dislocating.

Xiao Chenyu and the sixth-year students had gone pale with fright.

One move?

It really took only one move?

That was a level thirty-one Soul Elder!

He had not even had time to activate a defensive Soul Skill before being instantly defeated?

"So this is... a two-thousand-year Soul Skill?"

"So this is... the control system?"

Someone muttered to themselves, their entire worldview shattered.

How was this control?

This was clearly a declaration of one-sided slaughter!

On the arena.

Bai Tang San looked at Teacher Wang, who was trembling inside the cage with terror written all over his face.

A trace of boredom flashed through his eyes.

"Too slow."

"Your defense is too fragile."

"Your reactions are too poor."

Bai Tang San casually waved a hand.

Crash—

The iron-hard cage instantly fell apart, turning into specks of purple light that faded away.

Only Wang Dali remained, covered in blood and poisoned to the point of foaming at the mouth, sprawled on the ground and convulsing.

"This kind of practical combat class."

"Means nothing to me."

"Find someone at level forty next time."

Bai Tang San brushed his sleeve and turned to leave the arena.

Leaving behind a lone, proud figure untouched by the dust of the world.

[Real World]

Slap!

With a crisp sound.

Yu Xiaogang of the Black World dropped the notebook in his hand heavily to the ground.

Yet he did not notice at all.

He stood there stiffly, as though struck by lightning.

His lips trembled violently. He wanted to say something, yet could not make a sound.

"Blue Silver Cage..."

"Group control..."

"Instant activation..."

"Hardness comparable to refined iron, with venom that bypasses defense..."

Countless thoughts collided madly in Yu Xiaogang's mind.

According to his theories.

A group control skill of this level should have been at least a Fourth Soul Skill, something only a level forty Soul Ancestor could possess!

Why?

Why could he use it at level twenty?

And with that so-called "Trash Spirit," Blue Silver Grass?

"Overlevel..."

"Was this truly the qualitative change brought by Overlevel Absorption?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at that purple figure on the Sky Curtain.

For the first time.

He felt deep doubt toward the Ten Core Competencies he had upheld for his entire life.

"Could it be..."

"Was I really wrong?"

And beside him.

Hei Tang San watched the Soul Elder who had been instantly defeated.

Then he recalled how he and Xiao Wu had joined forces just moments ago, exhausting every ounce of effort just to defeat a level eleven Soul Master.

The gap between them.

Made him feel suffocated.

"One move..."

"Instantly defeat a Soul Elder..."

Hei Tang San clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his flesh.

"Is this me from the White World?"

"So strong... it makes people despair."

The Sky Curtain image gradually faded.

This grand competition ended with Bai Tang San's absolute dominance.

But this was only the beginning.

His performance, that two-thousand-year Soul Ring, those self-created pills, and his astonishing business acumen.

At last.

Had drawn the attention of Douluo Continent's true giants.

Heaven Dou Empire, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

As the wealthiest sect among the Upper Three Sects, every brick and tile here seemed to carry the fragrance of money.

But at this moment.

The atmosphere in the Sect Master's study was somewhat grave.

Ning Fengzhi set down the urgent intelligence report in his hand and rubbed his brow.

Usually elegant and composed, his eyes were now filled with shock and even a trace of disbelief.

The report was simple, containing only a few lines, yet every word struck like thunder:

[Nuoding City, Tang San, six years old.]

[Martial Soul: Mutated Blue Silver Grass (suspected dark-gold attribute).]

[Soul Power: Level twenty-two Soul Grandmaster.]

[First Soul Ring: five hundred years (estimated); Second Soul Ring: two thousand years (confirmed).]

[Note: Created "Body Strengthening Liquid," monopolizing the market and earning vast sums daily; possesses a cultivation method called "Biological Hang-up"; suspected to possess an External Soul Bone.]

"Phew..."

Ning Fengzhi slowly let out a long breath.

He looked toward the two guardian Douluos beside him and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone."

"What were you doing when you were six?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin hugged the Seven Kill Sword and coldly uttered two words: "Playing in the mud."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong let out a strange laugh. "Back then, this old man was still fighting others for steamed buns."

"Yes."

Ning Fengzhi pointed at the name in the intelligence report.

"But this child was six."

"Not only had he cultivated to Soul Grandmaster, he had also broken the Soul Ring Iron Law."

"More frighteningly..."

"He still wanted to do business, conduct research, and scheme against the world."

"A Monster like this—if he cannot be used by us..."

"In the future, he will surely become a grave threat to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Fengzhi rose to his feet and walked to the window.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of cloud and mist, looking toward that small border city.

"Uncle Bone."

"I'll have to trouble you to make the trip personally."

"Take my handwritten letter, along with this Purple Gold Card."

"Tell him that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to invite him to join us with the highest treatment afforded to a Guest Elder."

"Also..."

Ning Fengzhi paused, a shrewd merchant's gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Buy out the formula for that Body Strengthening Liquid, no matter the price."

"For us Support-type Soul Masters, it is the foundation of survival."