Critical Hit on Sanzi Again

Wang Sheng grabbed a chicken leg and was about to bring it to his mouth, his expression intoxicated by the aroma of the food, when he suddenly froze.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but truly not knowing what to say, he could only take a deep breath and close it again.

The space on the second floor was not large; aside from their table, there were only three or four teachers and six or seven students, and everyone could hear each other clearly.

In an instant, everyone fell silent; the silence at this moment was deafening.

Yu Xiaogang, who was in the middle of ordering, also fell silent.

He had already learned from Tang San that Huang Tian possessed Innate Full Soul Power and was suspected of having Twin Martial Souls.

If such talent was considered trash and the worst batch of students, then what were the others? Scum of the earth?

After a long while, seeing that Tang San did not respond, Huang Tian quickly added more weight to his words.

"The teacher also said that for a Soul Master, combat experience is sometimes even more important than their skills.

Higher-level Soul Master Academies arrange for students of equal strength to spar with each other every day.

There aren't many opponents here who can put pressure on me, and those people don't even dare to manifest their Martial Souls in front of me; I believe you are the same.

It can only be you and me sparring with each other."

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang came over to deliver the finishing blow.

"San, Huang Tian makes sense. Soul fighting is a compulsory course for Soul Masters, especially for the most outstanding ones.

However, be sure to prioritize safety. I will instruct Teacher Zhao to come and watch over you two."

Teacher Zhao was of the Support System; he was the one who had treated Tang San and Xiao Chenyu's group earlier, and he was the only healer in the entire Nuoding Academy.

At this point, Tang San could no longer push back and could only go along with it.

"Alright then."

In his heart, he was actually a little excited.

If they didn't use Martial Souls or Soul Skills, Huang Tian could never be a match for him, having practiced Tang Sect Martial Skills since childhood.

He could take fierce revenge for the near-humiliating beating he had received earlier, and he could also regain his face and establish his prestige.

The meal lasted for over half an hour. Wang Sheng and the others had round, bulging bellies, and after Huang Tian and Xiao Wu were full, they had wiped every plate clean.

Returning to the first floor, Xiao Chenyu and his group were still waiting there.

Huang Tian smiled and said:

"How about it? Have you reached a decision? Do you want to take revenge on me?

I can give you time to manifest your Martial Souls, and I allow you to strike first or all come at me together."

Swish. Xiao Chenyu's waist bent ninety degrees once again.

The dozen or so lackeys behind him followed suit, bowing and bending at the waist.

"Student Huang Tian, I am now formally apologizing to you. I am sorry. I will never dare to do it again. Please, spare us."

"I'm sorry." X10

Seeing this, the smile on Huang Tian's face grew even wider. A villain with a brain—how rare.

"Aren't you the City Lord's son? You could cry to your father, find the principal to uphold justice, summon the City Guard, or spend money to hire a few experts; none of that should be difficult."

Xiao Chenyu seemed to have some unspeakable secret; stung by these words, his expression changed drastically, and he could only beg again.

"Student Huang Tian, we truly know we were wrong. We will never bully others by relying on our status again. Please, just spare us."

Huang Tian had no interest in digging into other people's family grievances or melodramatic stories, so he waved his hand dismissively.

"Get lost. Remember well what you just said. If you go around bullying people again, my temper is not very good."

"Yes, yes."

Xiao Chenyu and the others acted as if they had been granted amnesty; they didn't even finish their meal, swarming out of the cafeteria as if they were afraid of being too slow.

Not long after the meal, a circle with a diameter of ten meters was marked out on the playground with lime powder.

Huang Tian and Tang San stood on opposite sides, while a large number of other teachers and students gathered outside the ring, waiting to watch the spectacle.

Yu Xiaogang was there too, standing next to a middle-aged man whose presence was as deep as an abyss; no one else dared to approach within two meters of him. If nothing went wrong, he was likely the academy principal.

Tang San crouched slightly into a horse stance, his body motionless, showing a solid foundation in stance training, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry and curiosity.

Opposite him, however, Huang Tian kept moving around, twisting his neck one moment, rotating his wrists and ankles the next, and even stretching his waist.

It lasted for more than ten minutes before he stopped, signaling to Teacher Zhao, who was acting as both referee and healer.

"I'm ready."

The referee didn't waste a single word.

"Begin."

In an instant, the look in Tang San's eyes changed. Whether it was because of the purple glow lighting up or not, they looked exceptionally cold, his expression suppressing some kind of excitement, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was hard to conceal.

He was indeed very excited, and he truly could not control the overflowing murderous intent.

"So you like soul fighting, do you?"

"Getting injured in a soul fight is normal, right?"

"I'll let you be normal too."

Huang Tian indeed had some reason to be arrogant. His strength was immense, and while his speed couldn't match Tang San's, it certainly wasn't slow. A frontal assault was disadvantageous.

If he took a Heavy Cannon Fist, there would be nowhere to cry.

So Sanzi decided to sneak attack. He first dashed forward, his hands glowing with a jade light, and raised his palms in a feigned attack.

Anyone familiar with boxing knows the term "distance." The position he chose seemed within striking range, but in reality, he'd have to fully extend his arm to make contact, unable to unleash his full power, rendering it non-threatening.

Standing on the safety line, the moment his opponent began to react, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track flickered, circling to his rear from the left.

Just as he planted his feet and clenched his right fist to attack, for some reason, Huang Tian suddenly took a step back, simultaneously pulling his left arm back forcefully as if charging up.

Like a spaceship docking with a space station, his forehead collided directly with the elbow.

"Bang!"

The sound wasn't as crisp as Ladle's, but the piercing pain was no less.

Creating distance again, Tang San's heart churned with surprise and uncertainty.

"A coincidence? Or..."

"It shouldn't be."

"Logically, my speed and reaction time should be faster than his."

As he doubted, he saw Huang Tian on the opposite side also looking like he'd narrowly escaped death, and his doubts vanished.

"Right, it must be a coincidence. How could Tang Sect Martial Skills be seen through?"

"If they were truly seen through, he would have attacked vital points like the chest or abdomen, aiming for a one-hit kill."

Sanzi thus repeated his tactic: a frontal charge to lure the enemy, drawing attention, then circling to the rear for a sneak attack on a weak point.

The result: another "bang," intense pain, far greater than before.

Tears streamed from his eyes, his back prickled, and after forcefully creating distance, he gasped for air.

If the first time was a coincidence, then this time was definitely a premeditated attack. Without charging up, such force couldn't have been unleashed in a hurry.

In a short while, two horns grew on the young punk's forehead, one on the left and one on the right, surprisingly symmetrical.

His head buzzed, intense pain frantically eroding his thoughts, trying to bring his master down.

For the third time, Tang San employed the same method: first charging forward to lure the enemy, then using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to circle behind and approach.

But he didn't stop, didn't attempt to strike. The moment he landed, he flickered away rapidly.

As expected, he saw Huang Tian step back and fiercely elbow the air.

Successfully verifying his guess, Sanzi's heart was nevertheless tossed by a storm of shock.

"So that's how it is. He didn't see my movements clearly at all, but instead understood my attack patterns."

"This person is so smart. He knew I would definitely leverage my speed and reaction advantage."