Douluo: Martial Soul Ah Yin, Exposing Tang San's True Colors

A year had passed, and Xiao Chenyu was about to graduate. With his father's full support, his Soul Power Level had risen from the level eleven he possessed a year ago to level fourteen.

"Tang San's strength is formidable, but Su Yun is no slouch either."

Xiao Chenyu's gaze landed on Su Yun, whose body stood tall and straight like a spear. With a calm look in his eyes, he said, "Throughout this past year, he has never once displayed his own soul skill."

"However, his spear technique is truly powerful. Even without using a soul skill, his strength is enough to rank in the top ten among all the students in the academy."

"I have to admit, both he and Tang San are geniuses."

"Judging by the public opinion in the city during this period, it is clear that he has been deliberately hiding his first soul skill, all to wait for this day to spar with Tang San."

Speaking to the end, a smile of relief appeared on Xiao Chenyu's face: "Compared to them, I am far more ordinary."

Seeing that his son had grown so much during his final year at the academy, City Lord Xiao wore a satisfied smile.

For a father, being able to witness his son's growth with his own eyes was a great comfort.

Thus, he turned his gaze back to the two people in the sparring area.

"Are you ready to begin?"

Inside the sparring area, the referee teacher turned his head to look at Su Yun and Tang San respectively.

"Ready."

"Ready."

The two spoke in unison.

"Declare your martial souls."

The referee teacher spoke again.

After speaking, he turned and left the area, clearing space for Tang San and Su Yun.

When two people spar, they must declare their martial souls and Soul Power Level to show respect.

However, today, both Tang San and Su Yun had tacitly avoided declaring their Soul Power Levels in their previous battles.

Their goals were the same.

To hide their true strength.

But now, there was no longer any need to hide their Soul Power Levels.

Tang San's eyes became more serious than ever as he spoke first: "Tang San, first-year student, martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, level seventeen First Ring Tool Soul Master."

Hiss—

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, a collective gasp of air echoed throughout the arena.

Every spectator present, including the teachers, had expressions of utter shock in their eyes!

Level seventeen?!

Are you...

Are you really only six years old?!

"My god! Wasn't it said that this Tang San's martial soul was the trash martial soul Blue Silver Grass? How did he cultivate to level seventeen Soul Power in just one year?"

"Are you stupid? Did you forget he has Innate Full Soul Power? Plus, he has the guidance of Grandmaster..."

"But this cultivation speed is too terrifying! In one year, his Soul Power Level increased by a full seven levels! How are the rest of us supposed to live..."

"Why else would he be admitted to Notting Academy? The cultivation speed of a soul master with Innate Full Soul Power is just faster than ours; that is an unchangeable fact."

"Wait, I remember that Su Yun's martial soul and Innate Soul Power level are the same as Tang San's, both being Blue Silver Grass and Innate Full Soul Power, right?"

"Hiss—you mean..."

Just as someone suddenly thought of a more explosive possibility, Su Yun's voice rang out in everyone's ears.

"Su Yun, first-year student, martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, level seventeen First Ring Tool Soul Master."

The youthful voice echoed within the sparring area, gradually spreading to the ears of everyone present.

The entire crowd instantly erupted!

"My mother! Two geniuses!"

"This is going to be interesting!"

"No wonder Grandmaster wanted to recruit Su Yun as his disciple back then. Without Grandmaster's guidance, he was still able to increase his Soul Power by seven levels in a year. This is too terrifying..."

"..."

Aside from the excited spectators, Grandmaster, who had been sitting with the Dean, narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing Su Yun's words.

This kid, without my guidance, his Soul Power cultivation speed is actually on par with Tang San's. It seems his second martial soul must indeed have the effect of boosting Soul Power cultivation speed.

Yu Xiaogang pondered inwardly. He remained firmly convinced that Su Yun not only possessed a second martial soul, but that his second martial soul must also provide a bonus to his own cultivation.

The Dean, who was sitting to the side, had been shocked by Tang San's Soul Power Level, and was now gasping in shock once more at Su Yun's level.

He tilted his head slightly and whispered, "Xiaogang, do you still have confidence that Tang San can beat Su Yun now?"

Yu Xiaogang responded with a faint smile: "Soul Power Level does not represent everything. Once you see Tang San's true strength, you will understand."

The Dean nodded slightly.

Indeed, he had also witnessed the battle between Tang San and Xiao Wu just now, and it was certainly much more serious than before.

The Dean's gaze couldn't help but fall upon Tang San, as he thought to himself:

Tang San, you absolutely cannot lose today.

Otherwise, Xiaogang's reputation will truly be ruined.

Inside the competition area.

Upon hearing that Su Yun's Soul Power Level was the same as his own, Tang San was startled, but he regained his composure in an instant.

After all, both he and Su Yun possessed Innate Full Soul Power, so their cultivation speeds were indeed neck and neck.

He had the Mysterious Heaven Skill, while Su Yun's second martial soul was beneficial to soul power cultivation.

Comparing the two, the gap between them in terms of soul power was almost negligible.

Thinking more was useless, so Tang San took a deep breath and, without further ado, left only three words behind.

"Please advise!"

The moment his voice fell, his slender figure vanished from where he stood, and the next second, everyone saw the silhouette of Blue Silver Grass suddenly appear.

"First Soul Skill!"

A yellow century-old soul ring rose abruptly, once again sparking a wave of exclamations.

Without a word, Tang San unleashed his first soul skill right from the start.

He wanted a quick victory!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

The next second, over a dozen strands of Blue Silver Grass, each three fingers wide, surged up from beneath his feet like a dozen coiling, dark blue snakes.

"Bind!"

Tang San locked his eyes on Su Yun, his voice sharp.

The Blue Silver Grass, transformed into vines, shot toward Su Yun without the slightest mercy!

He absolutely could not lose today's match against Su Yun.

This was the bottom line Tang San had set for himself.

Because in this match, he was not only fighting for himself, but also for his teacher.

Therefore, he did not hesitate at all, immediately unleashing his first soul skill, Bind.

"Trying to restrict my movement?"

Su Yun had sparred with Tang San before, losing more often than winning—though, of course, that was because he hadn't used his soul skills.

He could tell at a glance that Tang San's Bind wasn't intended to restrain him directly, but was merely a feint.

The latter's killing move was still to come.

Su Yun's eyes flickered as he pushed off the ground, his figure moving across the competition area just like Tang San's.

The competition area was a stone platform fifty meters in length and width; it was neither too big nor too small.

Thus, Su Yun utilized Wind God Leg, decisively accelerating to dodge the attack range of Tang San's Blue Silver Grass vines.

And when Su Yun dodged Tang San's first wave of attacks, just as he had expected, Tang San's figure had already arrived before him like a maggot on a tarsal bone.

One of the six supreme arts of the Tang Sect: Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.