An Opening Sneak Attack?

Hearing the absurd remarks from this master and disciple, standing on their moral high ground, Lin Nuo was nearly angered into laughter.

"Master Yu, Tang San.

Could you stop putting yourselves on a pedestal?"

"In a place like Soul Hunting Forest, saving you would have been a favor. Not saving you would have been perfectly natural."

"Besides—"

Lin Nuo deliberately drew out the last word, glancing mockingly at Yu Xiaogang's ashen face.

"As the theoretically invincible Master Yu, don't tell me you can't even defeat a mere few-hundred-year-old Soul Beast and had to ask a child who had only just awakened his Martial Soul for help?"

The moment those words came out, the surrounding spectators erupted.

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

"Exactly, Brother Lin's absolutely right!

Who doesn't know Yu Xiaogang's just a freeloader mooching off our academy?"

"Pfft, hahahaha! A master? His Soul Power's only the laughable twenty-ninth rank!"

Another older noble student pointed at Yu Xiaogang and laughed so hard he doubled over. "The funniest part is that this trash always likes putting on that lofty, detached expression.

Look at him now. He's still trying to clasp his hands behind his back out of habit, but his left sleeve's flapping in the breeze!

And he still has his nose tilted forty-five degrees into the sky? I'm dying!"

Listening to the unbearable mockery around him and seeing everyone's contemptuous looks, Yu Xiaogang felt his temples throbbing. His blood pressure soared, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Xiao San! Stop wasting words on him!"

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

"Get him!

You must teach this arrogant fool who doesn't know his place a proper lesson for your teacher!"

Seeing his teacher humiliated, Tang San was also filled with burning rage.

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

Tang San lifted his chin, his tone utterly arrogant.

In his eyes, he was a transmigrator who possessed the 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 most, be like those mud-legged commoners around them—a pure ten-year white ring, only there to make up the numbers.

This round, he had the advantage!

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. 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, bobbing up and down.

The sight instantly drew cries of surprise from many of the surrounding students.

"His Martial Soul is actually the useless Blue Silver Grass?"

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

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

That's terrifying. Could that Flat-top actually be something special?"

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

But Lin Nuo, standing opposite him, looked at the strangely shaped Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand with a peculiar glint in 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 the 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 Spirit Bone did not quite suit his attributes, it was still a hundred-thousand-year treasure!

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

Originally, Lin Nuo could not be bothered to respond to Xiao San'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 an outer disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, did not care about the sparring rules of Douluo Continent.

He had only announced half his name. Before Lin Nuo could even declare his Martial Soul, Tang San directly chose to launch a dishonorable sneak attack!

The instant his Martial Soul was summoned, a cold gleam flashed through Tang San's eyes as he immediately activated his first soul skill.

"Blue Silver Entangle!"

Several sickly purplish-black Blue Silver Grass vines instantly burst from the ground, twisting and strangling toward Lin Nuo like venomous snakes.

Setting aside how powerful those limp vines actually were.

The pungent stench they emitted, as though a septic tank had exploded, instantly changed the expressions of the nearby onlookers. They covered their noses and frantically retreated in a tactical withdrawal.

A cold gleam flashed through Lin Nuo's eyes.

Launching a sneak attack without even a warning in a spar?

That little bastard was indeed evil to the core!

"First soul skill, Death Demon Scythe!"

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

With a hum, violent purplish-black Soul Power instantly condensed into the heavy Magic Scythe that radiated an ominous aura, landing firmly in his grasp.

He did not even activate the slashing attack attached to the Soul Skill. He merely swung the scythe casually across his front.

The seemingly intimidating Blue Silver Grass vines withered and dissolved at a visible rate the instant they touched the purplish-black venom dripping from the scythe's surface.

The few stragglers that had not touched the venom were also shredded into fragments with a slight flick of Lin Nuo's wrist.

"Th... that's impossible?!"

The exact same shock exploded in the hearts of this absurd master-disciple pair.

Tang San's eyes widened in disbelief. He simply could not accept that his Blue Silver Entangle, which was supposedly invincible among those of the same rank, was as fragile as paper!

Yu Xiaogang, standing in the distance, sucked in a sharp breath as well.

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 domineering and bizarre destructive power!

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

Other than terrifying, Master Yu could not think of any other words to describe Lin Nuo.

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

*Xiao San, you absolutely have to win!

As long as you beat him into submission today, this boy will be mine, Yu Xiaogang's, to command!*

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 a peerless uncut jade.

Even the worthless rabble at a Spirit Hall branch had casually taken him hunting and somehow gotten him such a heaven-defying top-tier Soul Skill. If he fell into the hands of this "continent's number one theoretical master" and was carefully polished by him, wouldn't he soar to greatness on the spot?

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

Holding the scythe in one hand, Lin Nuo elegantly 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 loosed from a bow, Death Demon Scythe in hand!