"Hello, everyone. I'm Tang San, twelve years old, Level 25, a Control-Type Battle Spirit Master. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I specialize in control." Tang San seized the chance to win everyone over.
Just now, Qian Yu had overpowered him while resisting Zhao Wuji's pressure. And yesterday, Qian Yu had stopped Xiao Wu from coming to see him. Add to that the old and new grudges from Qian Yu monopolizing Xiao Wu for the past three years, and Tang San wanted to outshine him in the team battle.
Everyone had been looking forward to hearing from Tang San, who had just withstood Zhao Wuji's imposing presence and ranked second in the test. But when they heard that he was only Level 25 at twelve, they couldn't help frowning. Still, since they might all be classmates, no one showed their displeasure; they simply didn't respond.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Xiao Wu, twelve years old, Level 25. My Martial Soul is the Soft Bone Charm Rabbit, and I'm an Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master."
Seeing Tang San's awkwardness, Xiao Wu hurriedly picked up the conversation.
"Another Level 25 nobody," Ning Rongrong muttered.
"What did you say?" Tang San had cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, so his hearing was exceptionally keen. Seeing how little Ning Rongrong thought of him, he immediately wanted to teach her a lesson.
"What's the matter? Did I say anything wrong? You're a nobody who's only Level 25 at twelve, and your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass."
Tang San's rebuke had been loud. As the cherished jewel of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong had never had to put up with such treatment.
She immediately fired back.
"Listen up. I'm Ning Rongrong, eleven years old, Level 26. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and I'm a Support System Soul Grandmaster."
Ning Rongrong introduced herself with a proud expression.
"What? Level 26 at eleven?" Tang San and Xiao Wu both paled.
He was older than the others, yet his Soul Power was lower. It was utterly humiliating.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?" Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai both looked shocked.
Only Qian Yu remained unruffled, as if a mountain were collapsing before him. This caught Ning Rongrong's attention.
"Look at him. He's so young, yet not only is he strong, he's also so composed. Nothing like you, always rushing around." Ning Rongrong praised Qian Yu while putting Tang San down.
"You!" If they hadn't been at the academy, Tang San would have sworn that Ning Rongrong had a death wish.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Zhu Zhuqing, eleven years old, Level 27. My Martial Soul is the Hell Spirit Cat, and I'm an Agility Attack System Soul Grandmaster."
Seeing her teammates squabbling, Zhu Zhuqing took the opportunity to interrupt them.
"What? Another eleven-year-old monster?"
Tang San and Xiao Wu looked as sour as pig liver.
"How is this possible? I clearly had Innate Full Soul Power. How can my cultivation be so far behind theirs?" Tang San thought bitterly.
"You're up," Ning Rongrong said, shifting everyone's attention to Qian Yu.
At her words, everyone turned their eyes to him.
Qian Yu's stand against a Level 50 Soul King's pressure had left a deep impression on them.
They were all eager to learn his true strength.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Qian Yu, fifteen years old, Level 39. My Martial Soul is the Desert Eagle, and I'm a Battle Soul Elder in the Attack System."
Qian Yu introduced himself to everyone in a friendly manner, without putting on airs.
Of course, that didn't include Tang San.
"What? Level 39 at fifteen? What kind of monster is this?"
Hearing it from someone else was one thing; hearing it from Qian Yu himself was another. When Ning Rongrong learned he was already Level 39 at fifteen, her eyes lit up.
She had to remember that she'd come out on this trip as the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with a mission of her own.
Qian Yu seemed to fit the sect's requirements perfectly. Heh heh.
Ning Rongrong couldn't help laughing to herself.
"How is that possible?" Zhu Zhuqing's usually cool expression shifted with surprise as Qian Yu introduced himself.
"Can a person really do that?" Zhu Zhuqing wondered.
If I could reach Level 39 at fifteen, could I change the fate that makes me sick to my stomach? Zhu Zhuqing thought miserably.
"Hmph. What are you so smug about?"
"When I'm fifteen, I'll definitely surpass Level 39." Tang San clenched his fist and growled under his breath.
"Pfft..." Ning Rongrong burst out laughing at Tang San.
"You?" Zhu Zhuqing was usually reserved, but even she wore a mocking smile.
"You two!"
"Xiao Wu, back me up later. The two of us will fight Teacher Zhao." To show off, Tang San actually brazenly demanded that the two of them take on Zhao Wuji.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing watched Tang San like a clown, waiting for the show to begin.
Qian Yu shook his head to himself as well.
Xiao Wu was also startled by Tang San's arrogance. But to spare his feelings, she still tried to persuade him. "Brother San, we should join everyone else. Teacher Zhao is a Soul Saint, after all."
"Xiao Wu..." Tang San stared at the Xiao Wu who had once been so obedient to him, his eyes full of disbelief.
Tang San finally made a bold declaration: "Just watch. I can take on Teacher Zhao all by myself."
Everyone looked at Tang San as if he were an idiot.
Half a quarter of an hour passed.
Zhao Wuji appeared before them.
He said with an air of overwhelming dominance, "You can all attack me together now."
Just as Zhao Wuji released his aura and prepared to teach them all a lesson, something unexpected happened.
Tang San stepped forward. "Teacher Zhao, I'm enough to take you on by myself. The others can just watch."
Tang San spoke with complete confidence.
"You?" Zhao Wuji leaned forward and looked toward Qian Yu and the others. They all turned their heads away.
How could Zhao Wuji not understand?
"Good, good, good." Zhao Wuji was so angry that he laughed.
He had thought Tang San, who had ranked second in the pressure test, was a promising talent. He hadn't expected the boy to be so arrogant and conceited.
"Then let me teach you a good lesson, so you'll learn that humility leads to progress."
Zhao Wuji roared.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black—five optimal Spirit Rings lit up, and his Martial Soul, the Great Vajra Bear, appeared. The terrifying aura of a Soul King spread through the area.
Zhao Wuji had started in his strongest form. It looked like he was truly furious.
Third Spirit Skill—Gravity Enhancement!
A terrifying force of gravity pressed down on Tang San.
Tang San felt as if a mountain had landed on him.
Second Spirit Skill—Great Strength Vajra Palm! A huge bear paw grabbed the stunned Tang San and slammed him around without mercy.
"Mm..." Outside the arena, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and the other girls didn't dare open their eyes.
It was simply too brutal.
Dai Mubai's mouth twitched too.
But Tang San had brought this on himself with all that arrogance.
After crushing him one-sidedly, Zhao Wuji found it utterly dull.
He struck out with a palm, sending Tang San flying.
"Brother San!" Xiao Wu panicked and caught him with a Waist Bow.
Tang San's face was bruised and swollen. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
Once he regained his footing, he glared at Zhao Wuji with hatred. "You forced me to do this."
Tang San's eyes turned sinister. As he circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill and used the Mysterious Jade Hand, a Hidden Weapon appeared in his hand at a thought: the Sand Shooting Shadow.
He had obtained the materials and made it yesterday, after running into an old man while wandering around Suotuo City.
He had originally made it for self-defense. But today, Qian Yu had made him lose face, Ning Rongrong had looked down on him, and Zhao Wuji had beaten him to a pulp. He was furious.
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