Opening with a Sneak Attack?

Hearing the absurd remarks from this master and disciple standing on the moral high ground, Lin Nuo was so angry he nearly laughed.

"Master Yu, Tang San.

Could you stop flattering yourselves?"

"In a place like Soul Hunting Forest, saving you would have been a favor; not saving you would have been perfectly reasonable."

"Besides—"

Lin Nuo deliberately drew out his tone, glancing mockingly at Yu Xiaogang's ashen face.

"As the theoretically invincible Master Yu, could it be that you can't even defeat a mere Soul Beast that's only a few hundred years old and need to beg a child who just awakened his Martial Soul for help?"

The moment those words came out, the crowd of onlookers erupted.

Especially the noble students who had long disliked Yu Xiaogang. Hearing Lin Nuo's words, they immediately nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, Brother Lin is absolutely right!

Who doesn't know that Yu Xiaogang is just a freeloader scamming food and drinks at our academy?"

"Pfft, hahaha! A master? His Soul Power is only the laughable twenty-ninth rank!"

Another older noble student pointed at Yu Xiaogang, laughing so hard he nearly doubled over. "The funniest part is that this trash usually loves putting on the act of some reclusive master.

Look, he's still instinctively trying to clasp his hands behind his back, but unfortunately, his left sleeve is leaking air now!

And he still has his nose tilted forty-five degrees into the sky? That's hilarious!"

Listening to the unbearable mockery around him and seeing everyone's disdainful gazes, Yu Xiaogang felt his temples throbbing and his blood pressure soaring. He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"Xiao San! Stop wasting words on him!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot. Panting heavily, he roared hysterically.

"Go!

Make sure you teach this arrogant fool who doesn't know his place a proper lesson for your teacher!"

Seeing his benefactor insulted, Tang San's heart also burned with rage.

"Lin Nuo, once I knock you to the ground, I'll make you bow your head and apologize to my teacher!"

Tang San raised his chin, his tone filled with arrogance.

In his eyes, he was a transmigrator who possessed Tang Sect Secret Skills and a noble hundred-year First Soul Ring.

And Lin Nuo?

The Soul Beast he had hunted with the help of those lowly ants from Spirit Hall could at best have given him a worthless ten-year white ring, just like the mud-legged commoners around them.

This round, he had the advantage!

"Tang San, Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, eleventh-rank control-type Battle Soul Master!"

With a low shout, dark purple light surged from Tang San's palm, and he summoned a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul whose color was somewhat blackened.

Immediately afterward, a pale yellow hundred-year Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath his feet, pulsing up and down.

The instant that light appeared, many watching students cried out in surprise.

"His Martial Soul is actually the trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass?"

"He's only a first-year, right? He already obtained a Soul Ring and became a Soul Master?"

"A yellow Soul Ring? That's a hundred-year Soul Ring!

Terrifying! Could that Flat-top really have some skill?"

Listening to the gasps around him, the curve of Tang San's lips widened further.

Yet Lin Nuo, looking at the strangely shaped Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, had a peculiar look flash through his eyes.

Come to think of it, if the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline failed to awaken in the future, then with Yu Xiaogang's bizarre, reckless cultivation plan, which Soul Ring would it take before this Martial Soul was completely ruined?

Should he find some time to dig up that hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone buried behind the waterfall in Holy Soul Village?

Although a plant-type soul bone did not suit his attributes all that well, it was still a hundred-thousand-year treasure!

Rather than leaving it for Tang San, wouldn't it be an incredible waste not to take it?

Originally, Lin Nuo could not be bothered to respond to that little bastard's provocation.

After all, once they started fighting, whether he won or lost, there would be endless trouble.

But clearly, Tang San, who had been a Tang Sect outer disciple in his previous life, had no intention of following Douluo Continent's sparring rules.

He had only announced half his name. Before Lin Nuo could even reveal his Martial Soul, Tang San shamelessly launched a sneak attack!

The instant his Martial Soul appeared, a cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes as he immediately activated his First Soul Skill.

"Blue Silver Entangle!"

Several Blue Silver Grass vines in a sickly purple-black color burst from the ground, wildly twisting and strangling toward Lin Nuo like venomous snakes.

Never mind how powerful those limp vines actually were.

The pungent stench emanating from them, like an exploded sewage pit, alone made the faces of the onlookers change drastically. They covered their noses and frantically retreated in a tactical withdrawal.

A cold glint flashed through Lin Nuo's eyes.

A sneak attack right from the start without even a warning during a spar?

That little bastard truly was evil to the core!

"First Soul Skill, Death Demon Scythe!"

Lin Nuo could not even be bothered to dodge. He simply clenched his right hand in the air.

With a hum, violent purple-black Soul Power instantly condensed into a heavy Magic Scythe radiating an ominous aura, which he held steadily in his hand.

He did not even activate the slash attached to the Soul Skill. He merely casually held the scythe across his front.

The intimidating Blue Silver Grass vines withered and dissolved at a visible speed the moment they touched the purple-black venom dripping from the scythe's surface.

The remaining few that had escaped the venom were crushed into fragments with a slight flick of Lin Nuo's wrist.

"Th... how is this possible?!"

The same shock exploded within the hearts of the absurd master and disciple.

Tang San's eyes widened. He simply could not accept that his Blue Silver Entangle, supposedly invincible among those at the same rank, had proven as fragile as paper!

Yu Xiaogang, standing at a distance, sucked in a sharp breath.

He had studied Bibi Dong's Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul up close, yet even Bibi Dong's First Soul Skill had never possessed such tyrannical and bizarre destructive power!

Not to mention that weapon-type Soul Skills were already the finest among the finest.

Other than terrifying, Master Yu truly could not think of any other word to describe it.

For a moment, Gangzi's gaze toward Lin Nuo completely changed.

Xiao San, you absolutely have to win!

As long as you beat him into submission today, this kid will be mine, Yu Xiaogang's!

In Master Yu's bizarre train of thought, aside from lacking Bibi Dong's Twin Martial Souls, Lin Nuo was practically an all-around enhanced version of an unrivaled raw gem.

Even when those worthless fools from a Spirit Hall branch casually took him to hunt a Soul Beast, he could acquire such an absurdly exceptional Soul Skill. If he fell into the hands of the "continent's foremost theory master" and underwent his careful polishing, wouldn't he soar to the heavens on the spot?

"Tang San, this is the invincible Soul Skill your teacher painstakingly selected for you?"

Holding the scythe in one hand, Lin Nuo smoothly spun a dark-purple flourish. The mockery at the corner of his lips was undisguised.

"This? How pathetic."

Before his words had even faded, Lin Nuo lowered his body slightly and shot straight toward Tang San's face like an arrow released from a bow, wielding the Death Demon Scythe!