Tang San Admitted Defeat

The Blue Silver Saint Emperor Spear naturally weighed less than steel of the same volume, but once extended, it was already two and a half meters long. Swinging it in a wide arc from far away and whipping it over, the force was more than enough to make anyone feel it.

Even with Tang San's iron will, he could feel his leg trembling nonstop. He didn't dare put his full weight on it as he walked, and could only grit his teeth and clench his fists, enduring the pain.

His gaze toward his opponent no longer held anger. It was hatred.

That hatred came from the pain and injuries, but even more from the fact that he'd gone in full of confidence, only to make a fool of himself twice in a row.

It came from Wang Sheng and the others gasping in shock, and from Xiao Wu jumping up and cheering.

Something even he himself hadn't realized yet was that deep down, his desire for fame and recognition was actually extremely strong.

But his killer instincts also demanded that he keep a low profile, which was why he always seemed so conflicted.

He didn't start trouble himself, but let the people around him run wild. Then, after they provoked someone, he'd have no choice but to step in and put on a show.

It was all the fault of the people around him. As for himself, he was Pure and Innocent San, loyal and righteous to a fault.

Afraid that Tang San might back down,

Huang Tian deliberately wore a smug, proud expression. He planted the spear upright with his right hand, raised his chin, and said:

"Do you still want to continue? During a Soul Fighting match, either side is allowed to concede."

After saying that, he sighed inwardly.

I used to be an honest kid, too. How'd I turn into such a scheming boy?

Forget it, forget it. I'm beating up Little Scumbag, after all. You have to treat your enemies like the bitter cold of midwinter—piercing to the bone. No need to talk about martial virtue.

Treat good people kindly to win their friendship, and deal with rotten scoundrels the way rotten scoundrels deserve.

Just as expected, that expression immediately sent Tang San into a blazing rage.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"No need. I can still fight."

Wang Sheng stepped forward, trying to stop him.

"Tang San, why don't we call it here? We work-study students should stick together."

Those words added fuel to the fire far more effectively than Huang Tian's contemptuous tone.

Because in Sanzi's eyes, the other work-study students had seen that he couldn't win and were ready to abandon him and make Huang Tian their new leader.

Would he have to call Huang Tian "boss" from now on and follow his every order? How could he allow that?

His voice turned cold and resolute.

"Stay out of my business."

Of course, he hadn't acted without thinking. He had calculated the difference between them.

Huang Tian's speed and reflexes were no match for Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. As long as Tang San was careful of that Soul Skill spear, he had a good chance of winning.

And with Mysterious Jade Hand, dealing with the spear wouldn't be difficult. He just had to find the right moment to catch it.

The match began again, and Huang Tian attacked first.

After being injured, Sanzi had pulled away again. Huang Tian charged over in long strides, and when he was about two meters away, he swung the spear shaft horizontally once more, this time aiming for Tang San's left leg.

He's trying the same trick again?

Does he really think I'm a child?

Tang San snorted coldly, certain he'd seen through Huang Tian. He bent low at the waist and crouched, bringing both hands below his knees. His palms were a deeper jade color than before, almost like real jade.

When the spear swept toward him, he used Purple Demon Eye together with Mysterious Jade Hand and reached with perfect precision for the far end of the shaft.

Just as expected, the spear shaft landed firmly in his palm with a thud, and his five fingers clamped tightly around it.

His palm hurt a little, and his arm trembled, but with the force dispersed and the blow blocked, it was far less painful than his right leg.

However, before a smile could appear on his face,

four azure vines, each as thick as a baby's arm, shot out from either side of his feet, binding both his legs snugly.

He had caught the spear—but in another sense, the spear had also pinned him down.

In other words, he'd fallen for the trap again.

And that wasn't all. Whether it was intentional or not, the vines tightened right across the spot where his right leg had been struck earlier. The wound was aggravated, and the pain was so intense his vision nearly went black. His face twisted completely out of shape.

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

Huang Tian canceled his Soul Skill and summoned it again. "Oh-ho!" he cried, swinging the spear down. The shaft whirled so fast it became a blur.

Tang San managed to block the first strike with Mysterious Jade Hand, but the vines kept lengthening, rapidly climbing up from his legs to bind his whole body. Before long, he could no longer move his arms freely.

After that, all he could do was take a beating: his back, arms, left leg, head, chest—none of them escaped.

Six strikes a second, and every one a critical hit.

As he struck, Huang Tian shouted:

"Are you giving up? Are you surrendering?"

Seeing this from nearby, Wang Sheng hurriedly called out in concern:

"Tang San, concede already!"

They couldn't understand his stubbornness. He'd clearly lost, and all he had to do was give in to avoid taking more hits. What was the point of being so obstinate?

At first, Huang Tian hadn't understood why Tang San kept fighting either. Once he realized he couldn't break free of the Blue Silver Grass, he should've known the match was over.

Then, six or seven seconds later, several Blue Silver Grass vines shot out from Tang San's hands, and Huang Tian couldn't help laughing.

So that's what he's planning.

Unfortunately for Tang San, Huang Tian had awakened directly into the Blue Silver Saint Emperor. His vines might not have been as hard as steel, but they could still withstand several thousand jin of force.

His Blue Silver Emperor bloodline had never been pure to begin with. He'd also suffered from severe malnutrition as a child, and the Clear Sky Hammer suppressed and restrained him. Before his Second Awakening, he'd been little different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

Huang Tian merely reversed the spearhead and sliced through the vines in two strokes, cutting them into seven or eight pieces.

Only then did Tang San finally run out of strength. He sank to the ground in despair, lowered his head so he wouldn't have to look at anyone, and said in a muffled voice:

"I concede."

Those three simple words felt as though he'd thrown away something incredibly important. His heart was filled with grievance and anger, and he felt utterly lost.

Huang Tian immediately canceled his Martial Soul and Soul Skill, then spoke with an expression of admiration.

"Tang San, of all the opponents I've fought in Soul Fighting, you're the only one who's made me feel threatened—and the only one who's made me want to fight. Though, I haven't actually fought anyone else."

Sanzi's expression eased a little at the first half of the sentence. But the second half made his face flush red again, whether from pain or anger, he couldn't tell.

"By the way, during the fight, your eyes suddenly turned purple. What was that? A Self-Created Soul Skill or a Second Martial Soul?

"And your steps—one moment you were here, the next there. Your speed suddenly got much faster. And your palms, I saw them turn blue-green when you blocked the spear shaft.

"Are you from some major clan?"

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

His lowered face was tight with anger. He bit down hard on his lip, murder gleaming in his eyes, fists clenched inside his sleeves.

He had already sentenced someone to death in his heart.

Beating him mercilessly meant they deserved to die.

Being a scheming bastard and laying traps during the match meant they deserved to die, with interest.

Discovering traces of Tang Sect Martial Skills and uncovering his Second Martial Soul was utterly unforgivable: they deserved to die, with interest, multiplied several times over—and then doubled again for good measure.