Yu Xiaolong turned his back.
He clasped his hands behind him.
That posture—
Tang San saw it.
His fingers dug into his palms.
A poisonous glint surfaced in his eyes.
But he did not let it show too clearly.
"Good, Uncle-Master! You're actually so arrogant that you don't even take me seriously!"
"I heard from my teacher that this little uncle-master is only a level 28 Soul Grandmaster!"
"I've already reached level 32, a Soul Elder!"
"Then let me teach this uncle-master a lesson!"
As he spoke,
Tang San's gaze narrowed.
A chill flashed in his eyes.
"Dragon Whisker Needle!"
The next second,
while Yu Xiaogang was paying no attention,
three Dragon Whisker Needles shot out in an instant.
"Uncle-Master, forgive me! Heh heh."
The moment Tang San fired the Dragon Whisker Needles,
a smug look appeared on his face.
He silently mourned Yu Xiaolong.
His Dragon Whisker Needles were poisoned.
A Soul Master at level 28 who got even a drop of that stuff on him
would probably drop to the ground at once!
But he wasn't afraid of offending this uncle-master.
After all, his teacher had told him to make a move!
Clang!
However,
the next second,
the unexpected happened.
The Dragon Whisker Needles were fast,
but not faster than Yu Xiaolong, who had already reached level 43, a Battle Soul Ancestor!
He turned sideways.
The three Dragon Whisker Needles
shot past in front of his slightly tilted chin.
They plunged into the large tree ahead.
"Not bad speed."
"Though the force behind them was a little weak."
Yu Xiaolong turned around
and spoke to him calmly.
"What!?"
Yu Xiaogang and Tang San
blurted out in unison.
Especially Tang San.
No one understood his own Hidden Weapon techniques better than he did.
"He actually dodged my Dragon Whisker Needles!?"
This time,
Tang San barely held back what he was thinking.
He blurted it out at once.
Yu Xiaolong heard him.
The corners of his mouth lifted.
Then his sharp eyes fixed on Tang San.
His expression was cold.
With his hands behind his back, he said, "You're just too weak!"
Yu Xiaolong spoke slowly.
"Yu Xiaolong! What nonsense are you talking about!? Little San has reached level 32. You're acting smug just because you dodged a mere Hidden Weapon!?"
As soon as he opened his mouth,
Yu Xiaogang lost his composure.
He hadn't meant anything by those words,
but Tang San took them to heart!
A mere Hidden Weapon?
The Tang Sect Hidden Weapons were powerful.
This old man had dodged them,
and his teacher still called them a mere Hidden Weapon?
Those words hit Tang San hard.
"That's right! Uncle-Master, let's settle this with a contest of Soul Power!"
Tang San took a deep breath.
His gaze was profound.
He did not seem like a fifteen-year-old boy.
My Soul Power is level 32. Surely beating someone at level 28 will be easy, right?
Tang San thought.
He wanted to regain his confidence through a contest of Soul Power.
However,
Yu Xiaolong would not let him have his way.
"No." Yu Xiaolong slowly shook his head.
Tang San froze.
Behind him, Yu Xiaogang said, "Xiaolong, Little San is your junior. What's wrong with giving him some pointers!?"
This Yu Xiaolong—
he was clearly afraid.
That made sense. A level 28 opponent facing a Soul Elder
could hardly hope to win.
But I'm going to make you look bad!
Xiaolong, let me see that spirit you had when you refused to follow me back in the sect!
Yu Xiaogang was full of resentment.
"Uncle-Master, are you saying you don't want to fight?"
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaolong
and asked in an utterly calm voice.
He was the junior.
If an elder did not want to fight him,
he naturally would not lose face.
But if he could make his teacher look good,
he was willing to do whatever it took.
However,
Yu Xiaolong's next words
made Tang San's smug smile
freeze in an instant.
"I mean, you're too weak!"
Yu Xiaolong's expression remained blank.
At his words, the confident look on Tang San's face instantly faltered. "What!?"
"A contest of Soul Power?"
"You junior, you're far too arrogant."
"But the weak have no right to be arrogant."
"However..."
"Since you just attacked me with a Hidden Weapon, as your elder, it wouldn't be right not to teach you a lesson."
"Now, let me show you what my Hidden Weapons can do."
With that,
Yu Xiaolong raised his right arm.
Click, click, click.
A series of noises rang out,
like the sound of mechanical armor.
Tang San's eyes shifted.
"What is that!?"
Yu Xiaogang behind him was stunned.
He couldn't make sense of it.
What had Yu Xiaolong been tinkering with?
Was it a Martial Soul?
No!
Could it be some kind of Soul Tool?
Yu Xiaogang frowned.
The one closer to Yu Xiaolong
was Tang San!
From Tang San's viewpoint,
Yu Xiaolong raised his arm.
On both ends of his forearm, a pair of metallic wings shaped like crossbows unfolded.
The material was exceptionally rare.
Tang San was well versed in Hidden Weapons and equipment,
yet his expression froze at the sight.
A Hidden Weapon!?
No, in this Douluo Continent, I'm the only one who understands the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons!
"Looks like Uncle-Master intends to attack me with the Hidden Weapon in his hand?"
Tang San asked bluntly.
But he was sure of himself.
A Hidden Weapon?
My Tang Sect techniques
include the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!
I can dodge almost any attack
by using footwork!
And this old man only has level 28 Soul Power!
How could he pose a threat to me!?
At the thought,
Tang San couldn't help but puff out his chest.
He grew much more confident.
"Uncle-Master, go ahead and attack me. I'll take it with everything I've got!"
Tang San
was full of swagger.
Behind him, Yu Xiaogang basked in reflected glory.
He puffed out his chest too
and nodded in satisfaction.
Yu Xiaolong, I'll make you understand the difference between us.
A disciple taught by me, Yu Xiaogang,
has reached a level you can't even look up to!
That was what he thought to himself.
He felt exceptionally pleased.
Seeing this,
Yu Xiaolong also began gathering energy in the Red Feather Divine Bow in his hand.
The Red Feather Divine Bow had arrived on the Douluo Continent.
To activate it,
it also required a large amount of Soul Power.
Fortunately, as his first Soul Skill,
using his first Soul Skill
was more than within his means.
"Take this Death God Rocket!"
Yu Xiaolong raised his right hand.
He thought to himself,
his eyes narrowing to slits.
His expression was icy.
At the same time,
the Red Feather Divine Bow braced along his forearm began to condense a golden light.
And within the arrow the divine bow was forming,
a distinct red glow could be seen faintly.
That was the power carried by the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
However, since Yu Xiaolong hadn't let the Soul Ring manifest,
Tang San couldn't detect
this subtle change
at all.
Seeing Tang San so confident,
ready to dodge the arrow at any moment,
Yu Xiaolong's lips curled upward.
"A crossbow?"
"It seems the craftsmanship of mechanical devices in this world is still far too backward."
Tang San saw the device in Yu Xiaolong's hand, which looked like a crossbow.
Compared with the precision of his own Flying Divine Claw and other Tang Sect Hidden Weapons,
it was eight hundred streets behind.
Heh heh... This was in the bag!
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