Tang San Admits Defeat

The Blue Silver Saint Emperor Spear was naturally not as heavy as steel of the same volume, but at two and a half meters long, being swung in a wide arc, the force behind it was certainly enough to make one suffer.

Even with Tang San's iron will, he felt that leg trembling incessantly; he dared not put his full weight on it while walking, forced to grit his teeth and clench his fists to endure the pain.

The look in his eyes toward his opponent was no longer just the anger from before, but now carried a sense of hatred.

This hatred stemmed from the pain and injury, but even more so from the humiliation of being made a fool of twice in a row after starting with such high confidence.

It stemmed from the exclamations of Wang Sheng and the others, and from Xiao Wu jumping up to cheer and celebrate.

Something he himself did not yet realize was that deep down, his desire for fame and fortune was actually extremely intense.

But his assassin's instincts demanded he maintain a low profile, which was why he acted so conflicted.

He wouldn't start trouble himself, yet he would indulge and tacitly approve of those around him acting recklessly, only stepping out to "act cool" when it became unavoidable.

It was always the fault of those around him; he, on the other hand, remained pure and noble, valuing loyalty and righteousness above all else.

Fearing that Tang San might retreat, Huang Tian deliberately wore a look of triumph and pride, planting the long spear vertically with his right hand and lifting his chin as he said:

"Do you still wish to continue? Conceding the match is permitted during a Soul Fight."

After saying this, he sighed inwardly, I used to be such an honest kid, how did I become such a schemer?

Whatever, whatever. After all, I'm beating up that little brat. When dealing with an enemy, one must be as cold and biting as the dead of winter; there's no need to talk about martial virtue.

Use the ways of a good man to befriend good people, and use the methods of a scoundrel to deal with scoundrels.

Sure enough, this expression of his immediately stoked Tang San's fury.

Gritting his teeth, he said:

"No need, I can still fight."

Wang Sheng stepped forward, attempting to dissuade him:

"Tang San, why don't you just give up? We work-study students should stick together."

This sentence had an even better effect than Huang Tian's contemptuous tone, acting like oil on a fire.

Because in Sanzi's eyes, the other work-study students were seeing that he was failing and were preparing to abandon him to crown Huang Tian as their new boss.

He would have to call Huang Tian "Boss" forever, listening to his commands and orders—how could he ever allow that?

His voice was cold and resolute:

"My affairs are none of your concern."

Of course, he wasn't acting entirely rashly; he had calculated the gap between them in his mind.

Huang Tian's speed and reaction time were inferior to his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. As long as he was careful of that soul-skill spear, his chances of winning were high.

And with his Mysterious Jade Hand, the spear wouldn't be hard to deal with; he just needed to find the right opportunity to grab it.

The Soul Fight began once more, and Huang Tian took the initiative.

After Sanzi had been injured earlier, he had kept his distance, but now Huang Tian strode forward like a shooting star. When he reached a distance of about two meters, he swung the spear shaft horizontally again, this time aiming for Tang San's left leg.

Trying the same trick again?

Do you really think I'm a child?

Tang San let out a cold snort, believing he had seen through Huang Tian. He bent his waist, crouching halfway so his hands could reach below his knees. The jade luster on his palms was even more intense than before, truly resembling polished stone.

As the spear swept over, he combined his Purple Demon Eye with his Mysterious Jade Hand, grabbing the end of the shaft with pinpoint accuracy.

Without any surprise, with a bang, the shaft landed firmly in his palm and was locked tight by his five fingers.

His palm stung and his arm trembled, but thanks to the force-deflection and his defense, it was much lighter than the hit to his right leg.

However, before a smile could even grace his face, Four azure vines, each the thickness of an infant's arm, emerged from the left and right sides of his feet, binding his legs perfectly in place.

He had grabbed the spear, but in another sense, he had been restrained by it.

In other words, he had fallen for the trap yet again.

Not only that, but whether intentional or not, the vines tightened exactly over the spot on his right leg that had been struck earlier. The stimulation of the wound made him feel as if he were going black, his expression twisting completely.

The next instant, the spear shaft held in his palm suddenly vanished.

Huang Tian canceled his soul skill and summoned it again. With a mocking shout, he raised the spear and swung, the shaft whistling through the air in a blur.

For the first strike, Tang San barely managed to block with his Mysterious Jade Hand, but the vines continued to extend, rapidly climbing from his legs to bind his entire body. Soon, his arms were no longer free to move.

After that, it was nothing but a one-sided beating. His back, arms, left leg, head, and chest—none were spared.

Six strikes per second, every single one a critical hit.

As he struck, Huang Tian kept shouting:

"Do you concede? Do you surrender?"

Not far away, Wang Sheng watched the scene, hurriedly trying to persuade him with concern, "Tang San, hurry up and concede."

They couldn't quite understand this behavior. It was clear he had already lost, and clear that he could avoid a beating just by saying the word—what was the point of being so stubborn?

At first, Huang Tian didn't understand Tang San's persistence either. Once he realized he couldn't break free from the Blue Silver Grass bindings, he should have known the game was over.

It wasn't until six or seven seconds later, when several Blue Silver Grass vines shot out from Sanzi's hands as well, that he couldn't help but laugh.

"So, that was the plan."

Unfortunately, Huang Tian had awakened as the Blue Silver Saint Emperor from the very beginning. His vines were not just as tough as steel; they possessed thousands of pounds of tensile strength.

Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor, however, had an impure bloodline, suffered from severe malnutrition in his youth, and was suppressed by the Clear Sky Hammer. Before his second awakening, it was no different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

Huang Tian simply reversed his spearhead, and with two quick strikes, he sliced the vines into seven or eight pieces.

At this, Tang San finally couldn't hold on any longer. He collapsed onto the ground in despair, bowing his head to avoid looking at anyone, his voice muffled as he said:

"I concede."

Those three simple words felt as if he had lost something incredibly important; his heart was filled with grievance, anger, and a sense of being utterly soul-lost.

Huang Tian did not hesitate. He decisively retracted his Martial Soul and Soul Skills, feigning a look of admiration as he said:

"Tang San, among all the opponents I've fought, you are the only one who has made me feel threatened, and the only one who has sparked a desire to fight in me. Although, I haven't actually fought anyone else."

At the first half of the sentence, Sanzi's expression improved slightly, but at the second half, he flushed red again—it was hard to tell if it was from pain or anger.

"By the way, during the fight just now, what was that about your eyes suddenly turning purple? Was it a Self-Created Soul Skill or a second Martial Soul?

And your footwork, flickering like that, suddenly increasing your speed. Also your palms—I saw them turn a greenish-blue when you blocked my spear shaft.

Are you a disciple from some great family?"

Tang San said nothing. Ignoring Huang Tian's familiarity, he dragged his battered body silently toward the dormitory.

With his head lowered, he bit his lip hard, his eyes overflowing with a fierce light, his fists clenched tightly inside his sleeves.

In his heart, he had already sentenced someone to death.

Wantonly beating him—a path to death.

Being insidious, setting traps repeatedly during the soul fight—a path to death plus.

Discovering traces of Tang Sect martial arts and discovering his second Martial Soul—this was absolutely intolerable, a path to death plus, super-doubled, capped, and doubled again.