Two-and-a-Half-Year Chicken Claw Left Leg Bone Soul Skill, Just Because You Are Too Beautiful!

"Second Soul Skill—Lone Bamboo Basketball!"

"???"

Tang San was stunned.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand twisted and warped, transforming into a basketball woven from bamboo?

It was round, bouncy, and resilient.

Tang San looked down at the bamboo basketball in his hands, his entire being going numb.

He slowly raised his head to look at Yu Xiaogang.

His eyes were hollow.

His voice was hoarse.

"How... is it wrong again?"

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth and took a step back.

"Th-this... Tang San, listen to my explanation..."

Tang San stood up, gripping the bamboo basketball, his hold tightening.

"Yu—Xiao—gang—! You have already invited your own death!"

Tang San swung the bamboo basketball and smashed it straight at Yu Xiaogang's head!

"Bang!"

The basketball slammed into Yu Xiaogang's face, bounced back, and landed right back in Tang San's hand.

Tang San smashed it again!

"Bang!"

It bounced back again.

Tang San smashed it again!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang—!"

The bamboo basketball acted as if it were fitted with a spring; it bounced back every time it hit, over and over again.

Tang San didn't even need to pick up the ball; he could stand in place and perform an infinite combo of smashes.

Yu Xiaogang was beaten until he scurried away, his face bruised and swollen, his eyes blackened, and his lips puffed up like two sausages.

"Wait, wait a moment! Wait!"

Tang San stopped, the basketball spinning once on his fingertip.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang coldly: "Do you have any last words?"

Yu Xiaogang clutched his head, his brain racing.

It's over, it's over, this kid is truly desperate.

Forget it, I'll just make something up; I have to save my life first!

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes lighting up.

"Tang San! Didn't you show me your left leg soul bone skill before?!"

Tang San paused: "So what?"

Yu Xiaogang spoke at lightning speed: "This basketball soul skill of yours might be able to combo with that one!"

Tang San frowned: "Combo?"

"That's right!" Yu Xiaogang grew more animated as he spoke, "Think about it, a basketball paired with that skill—who knows what kind of unexpected effect it might produce!"

Tang San fell silent.

That skill...

It was simply too shameful.

Ever since he had accidentally displayed it once, he had sworn never to use it a second time in his life.

Yu Xiaogang noticed his hesitation and hurriedly pointed at their surroundings: "There's no one else in this Soul Hunting Forest! It's fine, Tang San! Trying it out won't hurt!"

Tang San hesitated for a moment.

That seemed true, didn't it?

Besides, no one was watching.

He took a deep breath and slammed the bamboo basketball onto the ground.

"Two-and-a-Half-Year Chicken Claw Left Leg Bone soul skill—"

Tang San closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Just Because You Are Too Beautiful!"

As the words fell, his body began to move uncontrollably!

He turned around and began the movements of the Iron Mountain Lean!

One, two, three!

His shoulder thrust forward again and again, the movements so standard it was as if he had practiced for two and a half years!

Yu Xiaogang shouted excitedly from the side, "Yes! Add the basketball!"

Tang San's hands seemed to have a mind of their own, grabbing the Bamboo Basketball from the ground.

Then, he began to dribble between his legs!

One, two, three!

It matched the rhythm of the Iron Mountain Lean!

The basketball bounced on the ground, emitting a "thump, thump, thump" sound that perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the Iron Mountain Lean!

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth wide, watching the scene before him.

Tang San stood with his back to him, performing the Iron Mountain Lean while dribbling between his legs.

The movements were fluid, with an incredibly strong sense of rhythm.

Was it even... a little cool?

No, that wasn't right.

It was a little ridiculous.

Tang San dribbled as he hopped, a look of utter despair on his face.

But his body was completely out of his control, and he could only continue to hop.

One, two, three—

He finished with a perfect behind-the-back dribble!

The basketball spun wildly on his fingertip, rotating like a spinning top.

Tang San stood in place, gasping for air.

He wanted to stop.

But his body wouldn't listen!

Yu Xiaogang froze for three seconds, then began to clap frantically.

"Good! Good! How spectacular!"

Tang San: "I can't control it!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than his body automatically assumed a shooting stance!

He jumped!

He released!

The basketball flew from his hand like a meteor, heading straight for Yu Xiaogang's face!

"Bang—!"

The basketball slammed solidly into Yu Xiaogang's face!

He leaned backward, plunging headfirst into the dirt!

His two legs swayed in the air before dropping limply.

The basketball rolled to the ground, stained with a few bloody incisors.

Yu Xiaogang pulled his head out of the dirt, a perfect basketball pattern imprinted on his face.

With two front teeth missing, he whistled when he spoke.

"Hiss—it hurts, it hurts..."

Tang San walked over and looked down at him.

Yu Xiaogang looked up, his face swollen, yet he still tried his best to squeeze out a smile.

"San... you, you listen to me..."

He pointed at the basketball on the ground, speaking rapidly through the gap in his teeth.

"This soul skill of yours... is too strong!"

"Just Because You Are Too Beautiful... it continuously charges the basketball! Making the soul power on the ball grow higher and higher... until finally unleashing this powerful strike!"

"This... this isn't an ordinary soul skill! This is a charge-type ultimate technique!"

Tang San fell silent.

He looked down at his left leg, then back at the basketball on the ground.

It seemed...

There might be some truth to that?

He had always felt his chicken-claw left leg bone was useless.

Now, if I pair this with that basketball...

Wouldn't I be able to charge up and output power from a distance?

Tang San's eyes slowly lit up.

Seeing that he believed it, Yu Xiaogang let out a long sigh of relief.

He lay on the ground, staring at the sky, muttering to himself:

"Survived another day..."

Time flew by.

Two years passed.

In the back garden of Dugu Manor.

Dugu Bo lay on a rattan chair, leisurely basking in the sun.

After several years, he was in high spirits; his once graying hair had miraculously turned back to black, making him look twenty years younger.

"Yanyan," he said, squinting his eyes, "Lin Jiang has been living here for six years now. Have you still not captured his heart?"

Opposite him, a young woman was pruning flower branches.

Upon hearing this, her hand paused.

The girl wore her hair in a high ponytail, with a few strands of green hair falling loose, accentuating her exquisite face.

Her emerald green phoenix eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, a mix of cold beauty and cunning.

Her brows were sharp, and even without makeup, she possessed a natural air of heroism.

She wore a purple halter dress, her figure slender and graceful, with delicate collarbones and a slim waist; her cold, fair skin glowed faintly under the sunlight.

A snake-shaped bracelet was coiled around her wrist.

Dugu Yan.

At nineteen, Dugu Yan had blossomed into a sexy and charming woman; wherever she stood, she was a sight to behold.

Her face flushed red, and she lowered her head.

"Grandpa... I..."

Dugu Bo sat up and slapped his thigh in frustration.

"This won't do! If you don't win him over soon, we won't be able to keep Lin Jiang here!"

He knew full well that Lin Jiang was no ordinary man.

That kid had heaven-defying talent, a steady temperament, and so many secrets; sooner or later, he would transform into a dragon and fly away.

Dugu Yan bit her lip and muttered softly, "I... I've tried so many times already..."

Tried.

She really had tried.

But every time, it was interrupted by some unexpected event.

Either a soul beast would cause trouble, someone would suddenly appear, or that blockhead Lin Jiang simply wouldn't take the hint!

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin.

"There's no other way."

He stood up, his gaze deep.

"We'll have to resort to some measures!"

Dugu Yan was stunned: "Huh?"