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At the same time, he shifted his focus and activated the spirit bone skill he had just acquired.

"Spirit Bone Skill, White Snake Origin!"

All attributes increased by five percent!

Although the percentage of the boost seemed low, when combined with the Golden Light Incantation and the Cloud Ladder Step, the speed and power of this punch had reached a terrifying level.

"Oh no!"

Tang San's expression changed drastically; in his haste, he could only cross his arms to protect his chest, pushing his spirit power to its limit for defense.

"Bang--!!!"

A dull, thunderous sound rang out.

Li Yuan's fist slammed fiercely into Tang San's arms.

For the current Tang San, this punch felt like an empty freight train slamming into him at full speed.

Tang San was completely unable to resist; he felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his arms as if they were about to snap, and his entire body was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Next, a scene that left everyone dumbfounded unfolded.

The direction in which Tang San was sent flying... as luck would have it, was directly toward a bamboo broom standing in the corner!

With a muffled "squelch," a sound was heard.

Tang San's backside landed with pinpoint accuracy right onto the head of the broom!

"Ah--!!!"

A scream so shrill it went out of tune instantly echoed across the entire training ground.

Tang San's eyes rolled back in pain on the spot, and he nearly fainted from the agony.

"Hiss..."

Every spectator present, regardless of gender, subconsciously felt a chill in their own backsides and collectively gasped in shock.

Hidden in the shadows of the crowd, Tang Hao watched this scene and painfully closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

He never expected that his son would lose so miserably, and in such a... humiliating manner.

He took one last look at Tang San, sighed, and with a flicker of his figure, vanished silently from the spot.

"Whoa--!"

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at the scene in disbelief.

One move?

Just a single move?

Tang San, who possessed Innate Full Soul Power and was the prized student of the Grandmaster, had actually been sent flying by a single punch from Li Yuan?

"San! My San!"

Seeing his beloved student in such a tragic state, Yu Xiaogang panicked, scrambling onto the stage and rushing toward Tang San, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran:

"Physician! Physician! Where is the physician? Someone come quickly! My student... my student's backside is stuck to a broom!"

Tang San had already fainted from the pain.

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

Soon, several academy physicians carrying medical kits rushed over in a hurry.

But when they saw this "tragic" yet "bizarre" scene before them, they were all stunned.

A large stick... impaling a Soul Grand Master?

The lead physician's mouth twitched as he scanned back and forth between Yu Xiaogang and the unconscious Tang San with an extremely strange look, his tone strained as he asked, "Grandmaster, are you certain this was a spirit fighting accident? Not some kind of special... hobby?"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed bright red, and he hopped in agitation: "An accident, this is absolutely an accident! Hurry up and save him!"

The lead physician, however, did not believe him.

They looked at Tang San and Yu Xiaogang with strange eyes; even if you master and disciple had such a hobby, you wouldn't play like this, would you?

And in front of so many people?

Subsequently.

The physicians exchanged glances, suppressing their laughter as they began to "rescue" this "genius spirit master" with a broom stuck in his backside.

The scene that followed stunned the crowd even further.

As the physician carefully pulled the handle of the broom out, a massive amount of yellow, foul-smelling matter gushed out in a torrent, instantly plastering Yu Xiaogang's face.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were covered, and at first, he didn't understand what had happened.

It wasn't until he subconsciously licked the yellow foam from the corner of his mouth that a bitter, astringent, and foul stench flooded his mouth: "Ugh--!"

The unconscious Tang San: "Pfft... pfft... pfft!!!"

And today, this scene was destined to be recorded in the annals of Notting Academy.

For many years to come, this event would remain a favorite topic of conversation among later students.

History would call it the Anshi Rebellion of Excrement!

Elsewhere.

Li Yuan had already run to a corner to retch: "Blegh!"

It was just too damn eye-searing!

He had originally only intended to teach Tang San a profound lesson and incidentally deflate his inexplicable sense of superiority.

But who could have guessed that the angle of Tang San's flight would be so tricky, and his landing point so "precise," that he would actually sit squarely onto the head of a broom?!

The imagery, the angle, the sheer impact...

It was nothing short of mental pollution!

Visual torture!

"Damn it, I was careless, I didn't dodge..."

Leaning against the wall, Li Yuan patted his chest, still shaken, feeling that both his eyes and his soul had suffered indelible trauma.

[Loves Eating Carrots: A complete record of Tang San's miserable defeat in the soul fight. (Video)]

[Loves Eating Carrots: Hehe, Group Leader brother, I recorded all the wonderful moments just now, everyone hurry and watch!]

Li Yuan clicked on the video, forced himself to endure the discomfort, fast-forwarded to the "wonderful" part, and his face turned even greener.

"Blegh—!"

He almost threw up again.

[Richest Little Heiress of Heaven Dou: Truly disgusting, I'm about to throw up my dinner from last night!]

[Viper-Hearted Big Sister: Carrot, I feel like you have some issues. It would have been fine if you just posted the soul fight, but the rest... why did you have to post that?]

[Ice-Snow Smart: Exactly, I was in the middle of eating, I almost vomited.]

[Loves Eating Carrots: I didn't want to keep recording either, but I thought, I shouldn't be the only one suffering!]

[Single Academy-Running Housewife: I thank you so much! (Fists clenching)]

[Child Without Parents: Carrot, can you give me an address? I want to send you something nice! (Smiling emoji)]

Xiao Wu inexplicably felt a chill down her back and hurriedly refused.

[Loves Eating Carrots: Hehe, that won't be necessary, I don't need credit for doing good deeds.]

Watching the "wails of misery" across the group, Li Yuan's mouth twitched a few times, then couldn't help but curl upward.

You little hooligan rabbit, you really are something!

This spirit of sharing joys and sorrows is just... too criminal!

[Little Fox Who Loves Teacher Most: This is the person who destroys our Martial Soul Hall? Just this kind of trash? How come I feel like Group Leader brother is joking?]

Saintess Palace.

Hu Liena tilted her head in suspicion as she watched the video of Tang San's disheveled, or rather "comical," state of misery.

Just this?

Based on this?

Could this guy, who was sent flying by one of Li Yuan's punches and defeated in such a "unique" fashion, really destroy our Martial Soul Hall in the future?

No matter how she looked at it, it felt... unreliable.

"Could it be that Group Leader brother is intentionally exaggerating to scare us?"

Hu Liena muttered to herself.

Although the strength Li Yuan displayed in the video truly shocked her, Tang San's performance... really couldn't make her feel the slightest sense of crisis.

She suspected she had been lied to, but she had no evidence.

[Child Without Parents: Can we stop talking about him? Every time you mention him, I want to throw up, blegh...]

[Yandere Mad Beauty of Martial Soul Hall: Just this? I thought this Tang San was supposed to be ruthless, looks like he's nothing to fear!]

Chapter 36 Bibi Dong: A God Must Have a Conscience [Part 3]

Pope Palace.

A sneer of disdain appeared on Bibi Dong's face, and the wariness she had originally felt toward Tang San instantly dissipated for the most part.

"Heh, with this kind of trash, he dares to threaten my Martial Soul Hall? It seems that not everything this Li Yuan says can be trusted."

She leaned lazily against her soft couch, a trace of mockery flashing in her purple eyes: "A perfectly good soul master, not researching his martial soul, but playing with these crooked paths, just wasting his time."

However, Yu Xiaogang's anxious and uncomposed expression in the video caused her gaze to dim slightly, a complex emotion surging in her heart.

"Xiaogang... do you really care about this Tang San that much?"