Beating Tang San, Capturing the Blue Silver Emperor

Tang San swept a glance at the people surrounding him, his right hand moving discreetly behind his back as his fingers hooked onto the trigger of his Sleeve Arrow.

His eyes were as calm as stagnant water, while his mind was already calculating: with so many people, if a real fight broke out, he would have to take down a few first to intimidate the rest.

Just as the atmosphere reached its breaking point, the dormitory door was pushed open from the outside.

"What's going on?"

Wang Xian stood at the doorway, his gaze sweeping across the room.

The surrounding Work-Study Students immediately breathed a sigh of relief, scattering to make way as they each respectfully called out, "Boss."

Tang San looked up at the youth in the doorway.

He was about the same age as him, not particularly burly, yet he possessed a steady, composed aura just by standing there, his eyes calm and devoid of any discernible emotion.

Wang Sheng scrambled up from the floor, clutching his arm as he ran to Wang Xian's side, pointing at Tang San and saying, "Boss, this newcomer refuses to acknowledge you as boss and even started hitting people!"

Wang Xian glanced at him and said indifferently, "I believe you were the one who started it, weren't you?"

Wang Sheng's mouth opened, but he lowered his head and stayed silent.

Wang Xian didn't pursue the matter further, his gaze passing over Wang Sheng to land on Tang San.

"The rule of Dorm Seven is that if a newcomer doesn't want to acknowledge the boss, they have to fight the boss. So, are you still unwilling?"

Tang San shook his head, his expression calm, yet his eyes were resolute.

Wang Xian nodded, offering no further words.

"Then let's fight."

He waved his hand, and the surrounding Work-Study Students immediately stepped back, clearing the space in the middle of the room.

The two walked to the center of the open space and stood face-to-face.

Tang San didn't rush to make a move; he was observing.

The person opposite him gave him a different feeling; standing there unhurriedly, he was not like the reckless opponents such as Wang Sheng.

However, it was only "different."

Tang San moved his feet, executing the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his figure flickering unpredictably as he closed in on Wang Xian.

Wang Xian did not retreat; instead, he met him head-on.

The two exchanged blows, their fists and feet clashing with a flurry of sounds.

Tang San's techniques were flexible and varied, his movements filled with the intricate precision of Tang Sect martial arts.

Wang Xian's techniques, however, were more direct; having fought in the Soul Fighting Arena for months, his practical combat experience was no longer that of a child who only knew brute force.

Every punch and kick was imbued with the reinforcement of soul power, fast and heavy, creating whistling winds as they struck the air.

Tang San grew increasingly alarmed. His Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was the pinnacle of movement techniques within the Tang Sect.

Yet, the person before him could actually keep up with his rhythm, sealing every punch and kick so tightly that he didn't fall into a disadvantage at all.

Moreover, this person possessed a raw strength; every time their fists collided, his arm would go numb—this was the gap in soul power.

Tang San's eyes darkened, and he changed his tactics, his five fingers forming a claw to strike directly at Wang Xian's throat.

This was a grappling technique of the Tang Sect, with a devious angle that ordinary people could never defend against.

Wang Xian tilted his head to dodge, his right hand flipping in one fluid motion to counter-grab Tang San's wrist.

Tang San flicked his wrist, attempting to break free, but he suddenly felt a tightening around his feet.

He looked down and saw two pale-green vines that had coiled around his ankles at some point, the thorns on their surface digging into his pant legs, binding him tight.

Tang San exerted force, trying to break free, but the vines remained motionless, clamped onto his feet like iron.

Wang Xian did not give him a second chance.

With a thought, he pulled the two vines sharply to the sides, causing Tang San to lose his balance and crash face-first onto the floor with a loud "thud."

Nosebleed surged out instantly, dripping onto the floor along his chin.

Before Tang San could push himself up, more vines surged from all directions, wrapping him tightly from head to toe.

He struggled desperately on the ground, twisting his body in an attempt to break free.

But the vines tightened further, the thorns digging into his clothes, constricting him until he could barely breathe.

Wang Xian stood where he was, looking down at him with an unchanging expression.

Detected that the protagonist has defeated a Martial Soul holder. Do you wish to capture the Martial Soul?

In reality, he was listening to the notification sound emitted by the system.

"Confirm capture." Wang Xian agreed to the capture without any hesitation.

He had waited in Notting Academy for over two full months just for this Tang San.

"How is it now?" Wang Xian asked indifferently.

Tang San, struggling on the ground, stared fixedly at Wang Xian with his eyes.

Since arriving on the Douluo Continent, he had never been in such a pathetic state.

"This person has already invited his own death." Deep within Tang San's eyes, killing intent lay hidden.

Wang Xian did not wait for Tang San to answer, for he knew Tang San would never answer anyway.

As his Blue Silver Grass was retracted, Tang San immediately performed a kip-up to his feet, staring at Wang Xian before him with extreme vigilance.

The hidden weapon in his right hand was already prepared.

Wang Xian, however, gave him a faint glance: "Since you are unwilling to acknowledge me as your boss, then when you are bullied by others, there is no need to come looking for me."

Following that, he turned his head and said to the other Work-Study Students: "From now on, do not bully him. We Work-Study Students do not bully others proactively; we only strike back when others bully us."

"Understood, boss." Everyone answered immediately.

They then returned to their respective beds to sit and attend to their own business, leaving only Tang San standing where he was.

Seeing that no one was truly paying him any mind, Tang San finally relaxed, and the killing intent in his heart eased slightly.

However, the look he gave Wang Xian remained highly vigilant, laced with a hint of confusion.

What exactly is this person's Martial Soul? It looks a bit like Blue Silver Grass, but it is completely different from mine.

My Blue Silver Grass is nowhere near as strong as his. No, I must go find a teacher to ask about this later. Suppressing the doubts filling his heart, Tang San began to tidy up his bed.

Just at this moment, a sweet voice drifted over.

"Hello, is this Dorm Seven?"

A pretty little girl stood at the doorway, looking to be about the same age as them, with a height that was nearly identical as well.

Her lovely little face was white with a rosy flush, looking as tender and pink as a ripe peach, making one feel the urge to take a bite.

The clothes she wore were very clean and neat, and her eyes revealed a sense of cunning.

Her long black hair was styled into a scorpion braid that hung past her hips, and she held a set of brand-new school uniforms in her hands.

For a moment, all the Work-Study Students, including Tang San, were stunned into a daze.

After all, they had never seen such a pretty girl since they were young.

Wang Xian, who had originally closed his eyes, opened them at this moment and looked calmly at the girl at the door.

Xiao Wu, this Rogue Rabbit has finally arrived. I might as well seize her Martial Soul while I'm at it.

I wonder what level of quality a Martial Soul will reach after a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit takes human form? Wang Xian felt a bit curious in his heart.