Tang San's Complete Collapse

Huang Tian's words left everyone present stunned; Yu Xiaogang wore a look of confusion, and the Principal was at a loss.

Tang San, however, was suddenly struck by an extremely ominous premonition.

His voice trembling slightly, he questioned urgently:

"Aren't you also using a ten-year Soul Ring?"

"Ah? You mean this?

Oh, my Soul Ring is a bit special; it can change colors at will, just like this.

I have Innate Full Soul Power, so how could my teacher possibly allow me to attach a ten-year Soul Ring? Wouldn't that be a complete waste of natural resources?

The reason it appeared white before was because I was worried you'd be scared if you knew how strong I was, and then no one would want to play with me."

Huang Tian hurriedly released his Martial Soul. A white ring of light appeared beneath his feet, quickly shifting to yellow, then purple, black, red, and gold in sequence, cycling through over a dozen colors like a neon sign.

He even cycled through unconventional colors like cyan, blue, brown, green, and gray, lingering on each for two to three seconds.

Finally, it stabilized on yellow—and not the pale yellow of a barely-hundred-year ring, but a very pure, vibrant shade.

The scene fell into absolute silence; one could hear a pin drop.

However, while the others were merely surprised, only Bie San and Yu Xiaogang felt their blood boil instantly. Their faces turned crimson, and their entire bodies began to tremble violently.

Gangzi clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but unable to get the words out, and finally closed his eyes in agony.

Tang San lunged at Huang Tian in a single bound.

He lowered his head, leaning in close to the Soul Ring, his eyes even activating the Purple Demon Eye to inspect it again and again.

After a long while, he acted like a madman, his teeth chattering as he roared in despair:

"Impossible, this is simply impossible. How can a Soul Ring change color? You must be lying to me, right?"

His despair was laced with a sliver of desperate pleading.

What could be more painful than suffering a stroke of terrible luck while one's enemy sailed through life with ease?

"Lying to you? Why would I lie to you? What good would it do me?

It really isn't a ten-year Soul Ring, and you've already seen the skill it produces. Could a ten-year Soul Ring possibly give birth to such a technique?"

"Ah~~~"

When he learned he had to attach a ten-year Soul Ring, Sanzi hadn't broken down, but now, seeing that Huang Tian's ring wasn't ten years, he completely shattered.

His roar was earth-shattering.

"Why? Why did you show white to trick me? You liar, it's all your fault."

"My fault? What does this have to do with me? Your teacher claims to be a master of theory; surely he knows that the first ring should be a hundred-year one?"

"Die! I want you to die!"

Even with the Purple Demon Eye active, Tang San's eyes turned blood-red. He gritted his teeth, his expression twisted into a mask of extreme ferocity.

Refusing to listen to any explanation, he raised his fist and struck.

Huang Tian didn't indulge him. Striking after but arriving first, he slammed a heavy fist into Tang San's chest, sending him flying backward. As he created distance, his Soul Ring charged up and glowed.

A two-meter-long Blue Gold Great Spear appeared out of thin air in his palm, its blade shimmering with a chilling light.

This move startled Yu Xiaogang, who hurriedly opened his eyes and shouted:

"San, calm down!"

But Tang San turned a deaf ear. Even though the pain in his chest made it nearly impossible to breathe, he charged forward without hesitation, utilizing the full power of the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to flicker with a full three afterimages.

As a result, he was kicked even further away, his body rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

This impact finally allowed him to calm down slightly.

He was still furious, but his eyes were now filled with uncertainty.

Tang San could clearly feel that the strength Huang Tian displayed this time was completely different from before.

If it were at the level of their previous bout, even with the enhancement of his own Soul Ring and his full-speed assault, the opponent should have struggled to react.

In other words, during their previous duel, Huang Tian hadn't just hidden his Soul Ring; he had hidden a portion of his strength and had been playing with him the entire time.

It made sense—the enhancement from a ten-year Soul Ring was already considerable, so a hundred-year ring would only be stronger.

Seeing that his disciple was no longer consumed by rage, Yu Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped between the two, spreading his arms to block them:

"San is in a bad mood; I don't think there's any need to continue this duel. Let's call it a draw.

San, there is plenty of time ahead. With my guidance, you will eventually stand at the pinnacle of the continent; there is no need to fight over a moment's gain or loss. Let's go back.

Starting tonight, you must begin a systematic study of Soul Master knowledge; we have no time to waste."

Gangzi's persuasion did not calm the situation; instead, it added fuel to the fire.

Tang San already harbored resentment toward Gangzi, and at this moment, it reached its peak.

He didn't believe there were other factors as to why he couldn't beat Huang Tian. He believed that with his mastery of Martial Skills, he should have been able to kill him instantly. The only reason was the gap in their Soul Rings.

His first Soul Ring was at the limit of 423 years, nearly five times that of a ninety-year ring. If one factored in the fundamental difference between a ten-year and a hundred-year ring, the gap might even be ten-fold.

That was a full ten times the amount.

Pure and Innocent San cursed foully in his heart, If it weren't for you, you piece of trash, would I have been brutally beaten by Huang Tian?

The Principal just said he was willing to step in. If I couldn't beat a Century Soul Beast on my own, couldn't I have at least asked for help?

A teacher for a day is a father for life; is this how you treat me, your disciple? Is my future really worth less than your pride?

Bastard, scum, trash...

Tang San felt so stifled he was about to explode, so aggrieved he could weep, and he wanted to go on a killing spree, yet he dared not show even a hint of it on his face.

With the hierarchy of Heaven, Earth, Sovereign, Kin, and Teacher, he still had to rely on Yu Xiaogang to impart further knowledge.

During their last soul hunt, the level of scholarship Yu Xiaogang had displayed was truly profound.

With nowhere to vent, he could only glare furiously at Huang Tian.

Tang San took two deep breaths, feeling the searing pain in his chest and abdomen, and gently stroked his left arm with his right hand.

Huang Tian, you didn't expect this, did you? Aside from Martial Skills, I also have hidden weapons. You can't possibly defend against hidden weapons, can you?

Don't blame me; you forced my hand.

Go to hell, haha.

He circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill with all his might, pretending to be deep in thought. After ten seconds passed and the pain began to subside, he suddenly flickered using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Leaving an afterimage behind, he appeared beside Yu Xiaogang as if by Teleport, launching his first soul skill as three Blue Silver Grass vines shot out in a triangular formation.

Under the cover of the soul skill, he struck his left wrist with his right hand, and from the space just beneath the triangular vines, three Refined Iron Crossbow Bolts ejected at even greater speed.

As the Sleeve Arrow was released, a sinister grin curled the corners of Pure and Innocent San's mouth.

Is a dead genius still a genius?

Huang Tian had long known of the existence of hidden weapons; his second martial soul's spiritual power had been spread across the entire field, monitoring even the slightest movement.

He muttered to himself that it was just as expected and was about to twirl his Spear to parry.

Just then, the surrounding space suddenly seemed to solidify completely; even the movement of a finger or the shifting of his eyes met with infinite resistance, making it impossible to move a single inch.

A stunning woman dressed in elegant white robes appeared overhead, a faint glimmer of light flickering on one of her fingers.