Tang San, Your Mom Is So Juicy!

"You're asking for a beating."

Xiao Wu lowered her voice, fury already flickering in her eyes.

She was not the type to swallow her anger after being contradicted.

On the contrary, she was the kind to throw hands at the slightest disagreement.

Her long legs bent slightly as the power of the Soft Bone Rabbit erupted within her.

Xiao Wu suddenly sprang up and kicked at Jiang Ming's face.

Everyone's eyes focused on that kick.

Xiao Wu's kick was flawless in speed, angle, and power—absolutely top-tier among those her age.

Although Tang San felt Xiao Wu was being somewhat impulsive, he was not worried about the outcome. He was even thinking about how to smooth things over afterward.

However, something bizarre happened.

Xiao Wu's leg passed through Jiang Ming's body.

No, it had not passed through him.

Jiang Ming's body vanished the instant before her toes touched him.

Like a reflection on water shattered by a tossed stone.

Jiang Ming's figure silently twisted and collapsed where he stood.

It turned into faint silver-gray ripples and dissipated into the air.

Xiao Wu's kick hit nothing. Her body lurched forward from inertia, and she staggered two steps before steadying herself.

"Where did he go?"

Everyone froze.

Tang San's pupils abruptly contracted.

Although his Purple Demon Eye had reached an advanced level, he could still barely make it out.

Jiang Ming had not moved too fast for the naked eye to follow. He had truly, genuinely vanished.

"Xiao Wu, behind you!"

Tang San shouted.

Xiao Wu reacted quickly. Almost the instant Tang San spoke, she was about to defend herself.

But it was too late.

Jiang Ming appeared behind Xiao Wu without warning, as though he had been standing there all along.

Then he lifted his right foot.

And kicked Xiao Wu in the lower back!

Xiao Wu completely lost her balance and pitched forward.

Bang—!

Xiao Wu slammed heavily into the ground and slid two or three meters face-first.

Tang San moved quickly as well, instantly releasing his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

First soul skill: Mother's Entanglement!

Several vines coiled toward Jiang Ming like a swarm of emerald snakes.

But he was fast—Jiang Ming's movements were even faster.

More accurately, it was not speed, but an utterly unfathomable kind of strangeness.

Jiang Ming's body once again became silver-gray ripples and disappeared.

The Blue Silver Grass struck empty air.

"Xiao Wu, are you all right?"

Tang San quickly helped Xiao Wu up.

"He's so strange. My attack passed right through him!"

Xiao Wu raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.

The cafeteria fell completely silent.

The work-study students who had just been jeering stood frozen in place, as though invisible hands had seized them by the throats.

Then Jiang Ming appeared.

He was once again sitting in his previous seat, the beef before him still steaming.

"If you get out of line again, the lesson won't end here."

Jiang Ming picked up his chopsticks and leisurely took a piece of beef.

Xiao Wu's expression was extremely ugly.

She was not afraid of fighting, nor was she afraid of getting hurt.

But she hated this feeling that defied all common sense!

"Aren't you going too far?"

"Xiao Wu only said a few angry things. There was no need for you to hit her so hard."

Tang San's expression became incomparably grave, and his tone was colder than ever before.

Jiang Ming glanced at him, the corner of his mouth curving slightly.

That smile was neither friendly nor mocking, but a faint...

Disdain!

"Angry words?"

"When she was about to attack, you stood by and watched."

"When I kicked her away, you stepped in to help her."

"Now that you've realized you can't beat me, you're trying to guilt-trip me."

"Even taking ten thousand steps back, I'm not her father. Why should I indulge her?"

Jiang Ming's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Entanglement!"

Tang San released his soul skill again with almost no hesitation.

Several Blue Silver Grass vines attacked Jiang Ming from different angles!

Jiang Ming did not even raise an eyelid.

He merely extended a finger and lightly drew it through the air before him.

A silver-gray crack as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in front of him, as though space itself had been torn open.

The Blue Silver Grass vines struck the crack as if they had hit the sharpest blade.

There was no sound and no resistance. The vines were silently severed.

Tang San's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The Blue Silver Grass had not been blocked. It had been cut apart.

Not by a physical blade, but by something unknown.

Thinking of Jiang Ming's Martial Soul...

Space?

Was this the ability of his Martial Soul?

Could he attack and defend through the very nature of his Martial Soul without needing soul skills?

While Tang San was thinking, Jiang Ming's finger moved again.

Tang San's back suddenly turned cold.

Almost instinctively, he lunged forward and rolled awkwardly across the ground.

A silver-gray crack flashed and vanished where he had been standing moments earlier.

A strand of hair drifted down from Tang San's head!

Tang San lay prone on the ground, his back already soaked in cold sweat.

If his reaction had been half a beat slower, that crack would not have cut only his hair.

Xiao Wu watched from the side, chills running through her entire body.

She finally understood.

Jiang Ming had truly held back when he kicked her earlier.

"Your eyes changed color just now. Did you cultivate some secret technique? But it seems you haven't mastered it yet."

Jiang Ming's voice was not loud, but every word was crystal clear.

"What do you mean?"

Tang San's pupils trembled violently.

His Purple Demon Eye had been exposed?!

No!

It had not been exposed!

He had only said Tang San's eyes had changed color, perhaps because he cultivated a secret technique.

So...

Were the side effects of the Purple Demon Eye that obvious?

"You guess."

Jiang Ming glanced at Tang San, his tone slightly teasing.

That hypocrite Tang San could do nothing to him.

Once Tang Hao saw him, he would realize that Jiang Ming had consumed Ah Yin.

After all, he had consumed the Blue Silver Emperor. He would definitely carry the aura of the Blue Silver Emperor.

Others might not know, but Tang Hao would certainly be able to sense it.

Since they were already locked in an irreconcilable death feud, shouldn't he mess with Tang San's head?

Kill Tang San?

The moment anyone recounted what had happened, Jiang Ming would be exposed.

It would be better to spare Tang San for now.

Besides, Tang San was someone with strong pride. He would not run to his father to complain just because he had been beaten by someone his own age.

So...

Tang San would just have to take it!

Tang San fell silent, not saying a word.

His lowered eyelids and trembling hands exposed the turmoil in his heart.

Jiang Ming paid Tang San no more attention and strode out of the cafeteria.

The work-study students hurriedly moved aside. Not one of them dared block his path.

Watching Jiang Ming's back disappear through the cafeteria entrance, Tang San rose to his feet with a gloomy expression.

"Tang San, your eyes can change color? What causes that?"

Xiao Wu walked over and looked at Tang San curiously.

"It's nothing. A soul skill I created myself, similar to your throwing techniques."

After pondering for a moment, Tang San finally came up with an answer.

Xiao Wu did not press further.

She could tell something was off with Tang San's current state.

That feeling was neither anger nor humiliation, but something deeper and more hidden.

Fear.

Tang San was not afraid of Jiang Ming's strength, but of what Jiang Ming knew.

The other students in the cafeteria were also whispering among themselves, but not a single person dared speak loudly.