Tang Sect's Ultimate Skills? Sorry, in My Eyes, They're All Flaws!

"Heavens! Did you guys see that? That kid named Tang San, how did he do that?"

"I didn't see it clearly! His footwork was too fast, just like a ghost!"

"And that move of his, pulling the boss's body over from that far away! What kind of soul skill is that? It's too overbearing!"

On the training grounds of Notting Academy, a large circle had already formed.

In the center of the circle, a black-haired boy with a thin frame but an exceptionally determined gaze stood quietly.

He was Tang San.

At his feet lay several older students much larger than him, all groaning and unable to get up.

The leader of the work-study students, Wang Sheng, was looking at Tang San with a face full of worship; his expression was so intense he might as well have knelt down on the spot.

"San, no, Brother San! You're too amazing! What is that move called? Can you teach me?"

The surrounding work-study students echoed his sentiments, their gazes toward Tang San filled with awe and envy.

Not far away, a middle-aged man dressed in refined but somewhat shabby clothing was watching this scene.

"That's right, exactly like that... the coordination of the body, the application of force, the grasp of timing... this child is a true genius! If only his martial soul wasn't the waste martial soul Blue Silver Grass, his future would be limitless!"

Yu Xiaogang's heart was already surging with massive waves.

He had studied martial soul theory for decades and prided himself on being a "Grandmaster." He had seen countless geniuses, but none could compare to the Tang San before him, who, at only six years old and without having added any soul rings, displayed such astonishing combat talent.

Tang San enjoyed the flattery of the crowd and the approving gaze of the Grandmaster, his small chest puffing out involuntarily.

He was proud to be a disciple of the Tang Sect.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, Mysterious Jade Hand...

These were all supreme secret skills of the Tang Sect!

In this strange world, they could still allow him to radiate a dazzling light.

However, just as he scanned his surroundings, enjoying the glory of the victor, his gaze was suddenly drawn to someone at the edge of the crowd.

That was also a work-study student, similar in build to him, with a plain appearance that made him the type you wouldn't notice if thrown into a crowd.

But his eyes were too strange.

When everyone else was exclaiming and cheering for his Tang Sect skills, this person simply crossed his arms and watched quietly, his face devoid of any expression.

No, that wasn't right.

Tang San keenly sensed that it wasn't a lack of expression.

It was a look... similar to watching circus monkeys perform?

Calm, indifferent, and even carrying a hint of disdain and... analysis?

This discovery made Tang San instinctively feel a wave of irritation.

It was the wariness a genius feels when encountering another "outlier," and even more, the annoyance of having the superiority derived from the glory of the Tang Sect offended.

Who is he?

This thought flashed through Tang San's mind.

He had been at Notting Academy for a while now and knew most of the work-study students, but he had no impression of this person.

It seemed his name was... Qin Feng?

He was always a loner, reticent, and had no presence.

A plain, unremarkable guy, what right does he have to look at me like that?

Tang San snorted in his heart and suppressed this trace of displeasure.

There was no need for him to bicker with a nobody.

Once he obtained his first soul ring and became a true soul master, the gap between him and these ordinary work-study students would become an insurmountable chasm.

By then, they would only be able to look up to him.

Meanwhile, that "nobody," Qin Feng, was feeling overjoyed.

"System, did you hear that? These sounds of shock! This tone of worship! It's practically a field of leeks waiting to be harvested!"

[Ding! High-density "shock" emotional field detected, but the source is not the host. Please intervene as soon as possible, shift the source of the shock to yourself, and complete the mission!]

The system's prompt sounded right on cue.

"Don't rush, don't rush. You have to eat a meal one bite at a time, and you have to show off one step at a time."

Qin Feng pacified the system, but his gaze remained locked on Tang San.

"Did you see that, Brother Wolf?" He nudged the impatient Grey Wolf beside him with his elbow. "That's our target. Twin Martial Souls, the chosen one, the future Sea God and Asura."

Grey Wolf followed his gaze, curled his lip, and said, "Just that little brat? He looks even smaller than Xiao Huihui. One punch, and he'd probably cry for a long time."

"Don't underestimate him," Qin Feng laughed. "Those moves he just used, in our world, would count as top-tier ancient martial arts. However..."

"However what?" Grey Wolf became interested.

"However, in my eyes, they are full of flaws!"

Qin Feng's voice was filled with absolute confidence.

"The so-called Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon is nothing more than utilizing airflow to create a low-pressure zone, forming suction. But his technique is far too crude; the energy conversion rate is pitifully low, with ninety percent of his soul power wasted for nothing."

"And that Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, using changes in footwork and rapid shifts in the body's center of gravity to create visual afterimages to confuse opponents. It sounds profound, but in essence, isn't it just exploiting the physiological flaw of visual persistence? As long as you calculate his movement patterns and maximum turning angles, a few smoke bombs would leave him completely blind on the spot!"

Grey Wolf listened, stunned.

Although he didn't understand terms like "low-pressure zone" or "visual persistence," the composure with which Qin Feng stripped away and pulverized every mysterious phenomenon, explaining them with the most fundamental logic, made him feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity and kinship.

This was the charm of science!

"Then... what do we do now?"

Grey Wolf grew somewhat excited; he felt as if he had returned to the days of tinkering with inventions in Wolf Castle.

"What do we do?"

Qin Feng's gaze shifted away from Tang San and landed on a row of training equipment at the edge of the training ground.

These were stone locks and stone barbells polished from rock; the lightest weighed seventy or eighty jin, while the heaviest, a massive stone lock weighing a full one hundred and fifty jin, was prepared for the power-type soul master students in the academy.

At this moment, a few senior students were struggling with that one-hundred-and-fifty-jin stone lock.

"Hah!"

A burly student whose martial soul was a Savage Bull turned beet red, veins bulging, as he barely managed to lift the stone lock half an inch off the ground before it dropped with a loud clang.

"No way, it's too heavy! You'd need to be at least level fifteen, a power-type battle soul master with an added soul ring to lift this!"

"Yeah, for us soul scholars, there's no chance at all."

The surrounding crowd shook their heads one after another.

Seeing this scene, Qin Feng smiled.

Just as he was getting sleepy, someone brought him a pillow.

Could there be a better stage than this?

He gave Grey Wolf a wink: "Brother Wolf, bring over our 'tools of the trade'."

Although Grey Wolf didn't understand why, he obediently ran back to the dormitory and brought out that hard wooden stick and the irregular stone.

"Hey! Qin Feng! What are you moving that junk for?"

Wang Sheng had sharp eyes; he saw Qin Feng's actions and shouted loudly.

At his shout, everyone's gaze, including Tang San's and Yu Xiaogang's, gathered squarely on Qin Feng.

Qin Feng walked unhurriedly to the massive one-hundred-and-fifty-jin stone lock and placed the irregular stone about a foot away from it.

Then, he inserted one end of the long, hard wooden stick into the handle of the stone lock and propped the middle section of the stick onto the stone.

After finishing all this, he clapped his hands and stood at the other end of the wooden stick.

Everyone was bewildered.

"This guy... what is he doing?"

"Is he performing a circus act?"

"Won't that wooden stick snap?"

Tang San also frowned; he couldn't understand Qin Feng's operation at all.

What was this? Some kind of strange ritual?

Yu Xiaogang felt as though he had seen a similar description in some ancient miscellaneous notes, but he couldn't recall it for the moment.

Amidst everyone's confused, mocking, and puzzled gazes, Qin Feng lightly placed one hand on the end of the wooden stick.

He didn't even use much force; he simply lowered his body slightly and used his own weight to slowly press the end of the wooden stick down.

The next second.

A scene occurred that made everyone's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets!

As the end of the wooden stick sank, the massive stone lock at the front, weighing one hundred and fifty jin—which even the student with the Savage Bull martial soul couldn't lift—actually...

It was actually pried up with ease!

It rose slowly, steadily, and without a shred of suspense, leaving the ground!

One inch, two inches, half a foot...

The entire field fell into a dead silence.

Everyone had their mouths agape, staring blankly at the small, thin figure who was pressing down on the wooden stick with one hand, looking relaxed and carefree.

This... how could this be possible?!