Sparring with Tang San

"This, this, this... she was swindled away just like that? Without even the slightest hint of suspicion or hesitation?"

"A set of bedding worth five Silver Soul Coins, tuition of two Gold Soul Coins per semester—she sold herself out for a mere two hundred and fifty Copper Coins?"

"This rabbit truly has no schemes in her heart. Aren't you a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form? What have you been doing for the past hundred thousand years? Did you only grow your soul power and not your brain?"

Watching Xiao Wu look as if she had met a great benefactor, feeling like she had scored a huge bargain, humming a tune and skipping along in high spirits, Gu Yue heaved a long, weary sigh in her heart.

Although she was happy to see this happen—after all, once that cultivation technique was born, these girls would all be wings for Xiao Tian, truly capable of empowering him—

Seeing Xiao Wu as pure as a blank sheet of paper, completely hoodwinked by a single "Of course, we're friends, aren't we?" until she couldn't even find north, She still found it hard to watch; she felt her brain being polluted and wanted to cover her face.

You couldn't even trick a fool this easily; couldn't you have hesitated at least a little?

She could imagine that once the concept of "friend" took root in her heart, when Huang Tian used the name of friendship to make certain excessive demands in the future, this silly rabbit would surely have no power to resist.

After finishing the registration, Gu Yue left with peace of mind; in this academy, the number of people who could threaten Huang Tian, teachers included, could be counted on one hand.

The dormitory was very clean, looking as if someone had carefully tidied it up before the start of the term. After getting settled, Huang Tian said to Xiao Wu:

"I'm going out to gather some intelligence, to see if there are any interesting people or things in the academy. Do you want to come along?"

Xiao Wu had been swindled into the Noble Dormitory, but Tang San was still in the Work-Study Student dormitory; he needed to find an excuse to go over and have a "spar."

Yes, just a spar.

The rabbit didn't hesitate at all, her eyes lighting up, "Okay, okay!"

The Noble Dormitory was on the fourth floor, located with the teacher dorms; in reality, they were just vacant teacher rooms that could be occupied for an extra fee.

Most students were divided into six large dormitories according to their grade level, from first to sixth, with only the Work-Study Students separated into Dormitory Seven.

Before long, at the entrance of Dormitory Seven, Huang Tian knocked gently on the door, "Excuse me, is this the Work-Study Student dormitory?"

Xiao Wu didn't make a sound, peering around curiously from behind.

The scene from the original story had already played out in Dormitory Seven just moments ago; the former dormitory head, Wang Sheng, had tried to give the newcomer a show of force, Only to be taught a lesson by Martial Skills, and Tang San had now become the new boss.

Seeing two more people reporting, Wang Sheng subconsciously assumed Huang Tian was also a Work-Study Student coming to move in.

A thought flashed through his mind that these two didn't quite look like Work-Study Students, but he didn't dwell on it.

He poked Tang San with his finger and said:

"Boss, go ahead, give them a show of force."

Before Tang San could speak, a look of joy immediately appeared on Huang Tian's face, and he said excitedly:

"Ah, are you going to Soul Fight with me? That's great, I accept your challenge.

It's not convenient to display my skills here; let's go outside and fight in front of the door."

Having said that, without waiting for the other party to react, he turned around and walked a few dozen steps away, then turned back, staring intently, standing right there with glowing eyes, waiting for Tang San to come over.

Xiao Wu's expression was also one of excitement, and she hurried to follow with a light jog; she belonged to the type of person who was carefree and loved excitement and watching the show.

Arriving in a brand-new environment without knowing the background of the people around him, Tang San's assassin instincts made him want to avoid trouble.

Keep a low profile, don't attract attention, observe from the shadows, look for flaws, kill with one strike, then quietly slip away without leaving a trace of his body or name—that was what an assassin should do.

But thinking of Wang Sheng's strength earlier, and the fact that their so-called Martial Souls seemed far inferior to the Martial Skills he practiced, they were not worth worrying about.

He didn't refuse, walked into the courtyard, and stood still. The other Work-Study Students swarmed out, their eyes shining with curiosity.

They had just witnessed Tang San's prowess and didn't know what this newcomer had to be so confident about.

Huang Tian looked even more excited, his voice unable to suppress his joy.

He wanted to pose as a Soul Fighting fanatic to naturally beat up the little brat, And in his heart, he was indeed very excited; a real fight between people, and besides, the one about to get beaten up was the brat himself.

"Have you ever Soul Fought with anyone before?"

"No."

"Then I'll explain the rules. We'll mark out a range; whoever is forced to leave this range or loses the ability to resist is judged the loser.

During the Soul Fight, you cannot use any external objects other than your fists, feet, and Martial Soul. You cannot cause the other party serious injury or disability, and you are not allowed to continue attacking after it ends.

Do you have any other questions?"

"None."

As he spoke, a purple light quietly lit up in Tang San's eyes; he had already activated his Purple Demon Eye.

The other party seemed very familiar with the Soul Fighting process; he might be a formidable enemy, which made him subconsciously cautious and serious.

Huang Tian cupped his hands in a salute.

"My name is Huang Tian, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, a healing-type one-ring Soul Master."

Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?

A one-ring Soul Master?

The appearance of these two terms in a single sentence caused the expressions of everyone present, including Tang San, to shift instantly.

However, Wang Sheng and the others were surprised that someone had already obtained a Soul Ring so soon after the start of the school year.

Meanwhile, Tang San recalled the words Grandmaster had spoken while trying to persuade him at the school gate:

"I have investigated six hundred and forty-seven people with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and only sixteen possessed Soul Power, a probability of less than three percent.

Even among those sixteen, not a single one had Soul Power exceeding level one.

According to one of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul that I have researched, the magnitude of Innate Soul Power is directly proportional to the quality of the Martial Soul.

It is impossible for a trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass to awaken with Innate Full Soul Power, so you must possess another, extremely powerful Martial Soul."

A stormy sea surged in his heart.

This point also applies perfectly to Huang Tian.

Could it be that he is also...

Only Xiao Wu looked on with confused eyes, having no idea what the others were so astonished about.

After thinking for two seconds and failing to figure it out, she simply cast the thought to the back of her mind, turning her attention instead to the upcoming soul duel.

After a moment of shock, Tang San mimicked Huang Tian's gesture and cupped his hands in a salute.

"Tang San, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Soul Power level ten, no Soul Ring."

"Innate Full Soul Power? Haha, you are indeed a worthy opponent to challenge.

There are no strict rules for private duels. Let the arena be a circle with a twenty-meter radius centered between us. Xiao Wu, count one, two, three; start as soon as you say three."

"Alright."

Upon hearing that she had a role to play, Xiao Wu felt fully involved and jumped up in excitement.

She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted the count in her youthful voice.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

The moment the word "three" left her lips, Tang San, who had been charging up, activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and shifted rapidly to the right.

Huang Tian, however, seemed a beat slower; only after Xiao Wu had finished speaking did he extend his right hand to summon his Blue Silver Grass.