Blue Silver Pole Vault?
What kind of thunderous name was that?
It couldn't possibly be worse than Mother's Entanglement, could it?
At the thought, Qin Yun couldn't help but grow nervous.
He'd been mocking Gangzi all this time, saying how worthless his theories were. But if Tang San ended up with a Soul Skill even more awkward than Mother's Entanglement under Qin Yun's guidance, that would be a pretty humiliating slap in the face.
Forcing himself to calm down, Qin Yun spoke.
"Oh? What does the Soul Skill actually do?"
"Brother Yun, I'm not sure how to explain it. I'll just show you!"
Rubbing his head, Tang San raised a hand and flicked it. A stalk of Blue Silver Grass, tougher and sharper than before, sprouted from the earth and coiled around his fingertips. With a light shake, it straightened into a rigid, bamboo-like pole.
"This Soul Skill can turn Blue Silver Grass into a sturdy pole that lets me vault through the air and surge forward.
"Based on my current Soul Power Level, a single pole vault can carry me a hundred meters, greatly improving my mobility.
"And while vaulting, I can break through illusions, bewitchment, and all kinds of negative control effects.
"On top of that, just as you said before, Brother Yun, absorbing a plant-type Soul Ring strengthens Blue Silver Grass at its source.
"It can make Blue Silver Grass as sharp and hard as Solitary Bamboo. Its leaves are now almost as sturdy and sharp as steel blades, so they can be used as Hidden Weapons.
"An endless supply of Hidden Weapons, combined with all the techniques of my Tang Sect—the fighting power is simply unimaginable!"
During Douluo I, with the Soul Tool legacy having been lost, there was no problem using whatever weapons you wanted in private.
But in public competitions, such as the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, using anything other than your own Martial Soul was forbidden.
That was why Tang San in the original story never used powerful Hidden Weapons, at most breaking apart his Eight Spider Lances and using the pieces.
But now, he wouldn't have to go to all that trouble.
As long as his opponents dared show their faces, a hail of Blue Silver Grass leaves could bear down on them like a machine gun.
Unlike Tang San, who was thrilled, Xiao Wu felt a lingering sense of dread after hearing his explanation.
Earlier, when Qin Yun told her not to pursue the path of bewitchment, she'd agreed—but deep down, she hadn't been entirely convinced.
After all, if the Soft Bone Charm Rabbit didn't follow the bewitchment path, what path was it supposed to take?
But now that she knew Tang San's very first Soul Skill could make him immune to all kinds of negative effects, Xiao Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Good thing I didn't develop a bewitchment Soul Skill. Otherwise, forget getting revenge on that woman—I might not even be able to beat Tang San!
Xiao Wu and Tang San had both shown off their new Soul Skills. That left only Qin Yun and Wang Sheng.
After a brief rest, the four of them nibbled on some rations and recovered a little Soul Power before continuing deeper into the Soul Hunting Forest.
The farther they went toward the heart of the dense forest, the thicker the aura of Soul Beasts became.
Towering ancient trees blotted out the sky, and a thick layer of rotten leaves covered the ground. Animal growls sounded now and then, and the dangers lurking here were far greater than those on the outskirts.
Drawing on his experience, Qin Yun led the way. If he remembered correctly, there should be a suitable Soul Beast in this direction.
He hoped it hadn't been killed by another Soul Master—or another Soul Beast.
They were in luck. Before long, a low tiger's roar pierced the forest, its savage pressure bearing down on them.
"Brother Yun?"
"Let's take a look. It should be the one!"
Carefully pushing through the bushes, the four of them spotted a tiger-type Soul Beast in a clearing ahead: the Flame-Patterned Mountain-Splitting Tiger.
Its body was tawny, its back covered in dark, flame-shaped markings. Its muscles bulged like boulders, and its claws and fangs gleamed coldly. It was a typical tiger-type Soul Beast specializing in direct attacks.
It fought in a crude, straightforward way, relying on brute force to pounce, sharp claws to tear, and roars to shake the soul. It could also unleash a weak burst of fiery energy to scorch its enemies.
By that measure, it was a perfect match for Wang Sheng's War Tiger Martial Soul.
As for its age...
"The Flame-Patterned Mountain-Splitting Tiger's age can be judged by its tail. That tuft of fur at the tip is yellow, and its body is about three meters long. That means it's a Soul Beast a little over three hundred years old.
"If the fur at the tip turns purple, then it's three thousand years old!
"It hasn't reached four hundred years, but it's still a good one among Hundred-Year Soul Beasts. It should suit a First Soul Ring.
"Wang Sheng, what do you think?"
"I'll follow your lead, Sect Master!"
Giving him a choice was a courtesy. But if he got greedy and didn't know when to stop, that would mean Wang Sheng didn't know his place.
Leaning against a tree trunk, Qin Yun showed no intention of getting involved this time. He glanced at Tang San and Xiao Wu.
"You two, go. Get some practice in and get used to the Soul Skills you just acquired."
"Okay!"
Tang San and Xiao Wu understood at once, and they moved at the same time.
Soul Power flickered beneath Xiao Wu's feet as Teleportation activated. Her figure vanished from the spot.
The next second, before the tiger across from them could react, Xiao Wu appeared above its head.
Her slender leg stretched straight, and she kicked hard into the tiger's muzzle!
With a sharp crack, the tiger's two longest canine teeth snapped off. It let out a shrill cry of pain.
Before it could counterattack, Blue Silver Grass surged from Tang San's fingertips, instantly forming a hard, straight bamboo pole. He unleashed Blue Silver Pole Vault at full strength.
He vaulted into the air, gripping the long Blue Silver pole as he came crashing down. The pole slammed into the crown of the tiger's head!
A dull thud rang out. The three-hundred-year-old Soul Beast's head spun, its legs gave way, and it collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.
It was no weakling, but after one ambush followed by another, it never had a chance to fight back before it was defeated.
"Wang Sheng!"
As a Soul Beast herself, Xiao Wu couldn't bear to watch the tiger lying unconscious on the ground. She slowly turned her head away.
Seeing this, Tang San thought she was scared, so he called Wang Sheng over and told him to finish it off.
Wang Sheng had already gripped the standard-issue saber at his waist. At the call, he rushed forward and plunged it into the tiger's vulnerable neck, putting an end to the Soul Beast.
A bright Yellow Soul Ring slowly rose. After nodding to Qin Yun, Wang Sheng sat cross-legged and began absorbing it with all his concentration.
As before, Qin Yun stayed nearby with Tang San and Xiao Wu to stand guard.
To be honest, unlike the Soul Rings Tang San and Xiao Wu had obtained, Wang Sheng's Soul Ring mattered a lot to Qin Yun.
After all, in the system's eyes, he was Huo Yuhao!
Every time his cultivation advanced by one major realm—that is, when he obtained a Soul Ring—he would get a chance to draw a prize.
As the chosen one of Douluo Continent, Huo Gua had far too many good things on him.
I wonder what I'll draw?
A moment later, yellow light flared around Wang Sheng. He abruptly opened his eyes, his blood surging as a fierce, domineering wave of Soul Power spread out.
"Hahaha, Sect Master, I did it!
"My First Soul Skill, War Tiger Diamond Transformation!
"It boosts my strength and defense across the board, makes my body as hard as diamond, and lasts for a full half hour!"
Not bad. He was practically a Little Dai Mubai!
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