Tang San Wanted to Cultivate His Second Spirit

Facing the attacks of the four, Ye Zhiqiu remained utterly confident. Black light blazed across his body, and his first two spirit rings lit up in succession. With his back turned toward them, he radiated waves of cold air.

Ning Chuan's Sword Qi arrived first. Ignoring the cold air, it struck the turtle shell on Ye Zhiqiu's back, leaving a shallow mark as sparks flew everywhere.

Immediately afterward, Ma Hongjun's flames collided with the cold air. Though they could not penetrate it, they clung to the turtle shell and refused to go out.

Feeling the stabbing pain and scorching heat on his back, Ye Zhiqiu was greatly alarmed. The fat man's flames were one thing, but how could Han Li's Sword Qi be so powerful? From seven or eight meters away, it could leave marks on his turtle shell. If that sword truly hit him, and he took a few more strikes, wouldn't that be disastrous?

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing had already appeared behind Ye Zhiqiu. Activating Hell Stab, she aimed directly at his neck.

Startled once more, Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly pulled his head into his turtle shell.

Taking advantage of his obstructed vision, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had already wrapped around his right foot and gave it a fierce tug.

Ye Zhiqiu instantly lost his balance.

By the time he extended his head from the turtle shell, Ning Rongrong had already finished buffing Ning Chuan. Knowing that Zhao Wuji was the only Spirit Sage here, Ning Chuan no longer concealed his spirit rings.

Three spirit rings—yellow, purple, purple—flashed into view. His First Spirit Ring lit up, and Ning Chuan swung his Light Sword, now seven or eight meters long. With an Upward Slash, he sent Ye Zhiqiu flying high into the air.

Ning Chuan immediately closed in, suddenly unleashing dozens, perhaps hundreds, of sword strikes. Every strike landed on Ye Zhiqiu's chest, at the spots where Sword Qi had previously cut him.

"This is..." Zhu Zhuqing's pupils narrowed slightly. She recognized it as the Second Soul Skill used by that Narrow Blade Soul Elder in the Soul Arena.

Ning Chuan had merely unleashed it in another form, and at an even faster speed.

Bang!

The turtle shell exploded with a thunderous blast.

Ye Zhiqiu did not even have the chance to use his remaining two soul skills before being taken down in a single wave.

"Teacher!"

Supported by several Canghui Academy students, Ye Zhiqiu rose to his feet. Lowering his head, he looked at the bloody marks across his chest. Those had been cut by Ning Chuan's First Spirit Skill.

Though his back was where his defense was strongest, it was hard to imagine that the other party had split it open with just his First Spirit Skill.

What terrified him even more was that the other party had broken through his turtle shell from behind without relying on any soul skill.

If all those attacks had landed on the bloody marks on his chest, wouldn't he have been chopped to pieces?

The more Ye Zhiqiu thought about it, the more terrified he became. "Y-you... who exactly are you people?"

They all looked twelve or thirteen years old and possessed Soul Power above level twenty-five, which was already extraordinary enough.

Yet this leader, Han Li, was actually a Soul Elder with two Thousand Year Spirit Rings... Since when had Douluo Continent produced such terrifying geniuses?

Of course, he had been taking a beating the whole time and had not noticed Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

After using the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to buff Ning Chuan and grant him a temporary boost, she had put it away. Ning Chuan had instructed her to do so.

Otherwise, Ye Zhiqiu might have connected her to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and been even more shocked.

Twang—

A sword hum rang out. Ning Chuan spun his sword in a graceful flourish, gripped it in reverse, and held it behind his back. "Didn't I already tell you? The top student of Southern Sky Academy, Han Li. He's Chang Gong Miao, he's Wu Yifan, she's Liu Tianxian, she's Liu Xiaoshi, she's Yang Mi. He's Jia Nailiang. You're welcome to come to Macedonia Kingdom Ras City and seek revenge anytime."

Ning Chuan gave Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Oscar false names one by one.

As for the Macedonia Kingdom, it was still over a thousand li beyond Suotuo City.

"Fine. Han Li, Chang Gong Miao, Wu Yifan, Liu Tianxian, Liu Xiaoshi, Yang Mi, Jia Nailiang. Canghui Academy will remember what happened today. Let's go."

After leaving behind that threat, Ye Zhiqiu led the Canghui Academy students away in disgrace.

Before leaving, the girl Ma Hongjun had flirted with deliberately glanced at Ning Chuan. Xiao Wu fiercely glared her back.

Even Zhu Zhuqing beside them frowned, though her expression eased only after seeing that Ning Chuan showed no reaction.

Ning Rongrong teased, "Ning Chuan, it looks like that little girl has probably taken a liking to you. Well, it makes sense. A twelve-year-old Soul Elder with two Thousand Year Spirit Rings—forget her, even I'm a little tempted."

"I'm truly honored. Let's go, Young Miss Ning. We should head back."

Both Ning Chuan and the others could tell Ning Rongrong was joking. Even Xiao Wu did not take it seriously. Oscar alone was the exception.

That guy already has Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu. Why is he still competing with me for Rongrong...?

Of course, he only dared think it. In reality, with no one to back him up, he was still terribly timid.

"Oscar, what are you still standing around for? Oldest Ning and the others have already gone ahead."

Ma Hongjun's voice came from behind him.

"Oh, coming." Oscar forced out a smile and quickly followed after them.

Xiao Wu voiced the question troubling everyone. "Little Six, we're obviously from Shrek. Why make up a Southern Sky Academy that doesn't even exist, and use fake names?"

Ning Chuan cast a sidelong glance at Zhao Wuji, who was secretly watching from the shadows, and replied calmly, "Because Canghui Academy has a Spirit Sage named Shi Nian. He likes to hunt geniuses from other academies, using it to indirectly strengthen his own students. If you want him setting his sights on you, then go ahead and give your real names."

At those words, everyone felt lingering fear. Even Ning Rongrong frowned. Being targeted by a Spirit Sage was no small matter.

Ma Hongjun said thankfully, "Oldest Ning, good thing we have you. Otherwise, Little Oscar and I would've been in serious trouble."

Ma Hongjun had previously called Dai Mubai Boss Dai not because Dai Mubai was older, but because he was stronger.

Now that Shrek had gained Ning Chuan, who surpassed Dai Mubai in every regard, Ma Hongjun had unconsciously begun calling Ning Chuan Oldest Ning.

Ning Chuan said, "That's why you shouldn't go looking for trouble at every turn. If you kick an iron plate one day, it'll be too late for regrets. Of course, I'm not telling you to be afraid of trouble. If someone provokes you, hit back directly, just like before. If you can't beat them, run..."

"Got it, Oldest Ning..." Ma Hongjun kept calling him boss.

Oscar could not stand it anymore. "Hey, Fatty, Ning Chuan is several months younger than you. Doesn't calling him boss feel awkward?"

"What's awkward about it? The Dean said Shrek doesn't go by seniority. If you can become as formidable as Oldest Ning, I'll call you boss too from now on."

Ma Hongjun looked utterly shameless, as if it were only natural.

Oscar had no response and could only turn to Tang San, who shared his misery. Like Oscar and Dai Mubai, the girl Tang San liked had also turned toward Ning Chuan.

Tang San was not as distant toward Oscar as usual and gave a slight nod.

At the same time, he felt an increasing sense of urgency.

Ning Chuan was growing stronger and stronger. At this rate, he feared Ning Chuan would soon leave him far behind.

Thinking of this, Tang San could not help recalling that hammer.

Should I add a spirit ring to that hammer?

For the first time, Tang San entertained the thought of cultivating his Second Spirit ahead of time.