Tang San: What? Seven Injuries Fist? Could You Be a Distinguished Disciple of the Kongtong Sect?!

"Shrek Academy Team member Oscar has interfered with the competition from outside the arena. He receives one yellow-card warning. If he does it again, Shrek Academy Team will be disqualified."

The emcee and referee's voice rang across the entire arena through the Amplifying Soul Tool.

For a moment, the ordinary spectators and the competing teams from the other academies all froze... Interfering with the competition from outside the arena?

They had almost forgotten that the Soul Master Tournament even had such a rule!

All they could say was, this Shrek Academy really was a strange bunch!

On the Soul Fighting Platform, Tang San secretly let out a sigh of relief... As long as Xiao Wu was all right!

But!

"Whoosh!"

His blood-red eyes glared straight at Ye Lingling.

"I won't let anyone who dares hurt Xiao Wu get away with it!"

Mysterious Heaven Skill, unleash!

His thoughts stirred, and killing intent boiled over. In an instant, the Mysterious Heaven Skill inside him began running beyond its limits. His Soul Power activated the Eight Spider Soul Bone's devouring ability, and a vast suction force erupted.

Not good!

A flicker of bewilderment crossed Dugu Yan's eyes... What was happening? The poison she had forcibly drawn over with the Thousand Spider Poison Hand's Refining Poison into the Body method had gone out of control. It was turning against her, flowing back?

Even...

It had already begun to draw out the poison originally inside her body!

Thousand Spider Poison, Refining Poison into the Body!

She instinctively activated the Refining Poison into the Body method of the Thousand Spider Poison Hand, pushing it to the limit. Soul Power and poison surged through her meridians like mighty rivers, ceaseless and torrential. And yet... the poison devoured and taken by Tang San did not return.

The two of them were locked in a tug-of-war between their inner strength and Soul Power, pulling back and forth as the deadly poison was dragged between them!

Although Dugu Yan had only just begun learning martial arts, she could vaguely sense that they were locked in a contest of inner strength. With that special Soul Bone bolstering Tang San, allowing him to devour and absorb, to seize the poison, she had already fallen behind in this clash.

I can't let him keep leading me around by the nose. I have to seize the initiative again!

Dugu Yan clenched her silver teeth. She had to act decisively. Her Soul Power surged, and despite the backlash against her inner strength and the tearing of her shoulder, she forcibly broke off their contest.

"Pfft!"

In a contest of inner strength, the one who withdrew first was bound to be injured!

Dugu Yan spat out a mouthful of blood. Her face turned as pale as gold paper, yet she endured the pain without making a sound.

She drifted backward like willow fluff scattered by the wind. But the instant she touched the ground, bang! Her snake tail slammed down, and with the powerful counterforce, she flashed forward. Iron-gray poison coated her palm as she charged straight at Jiang Zhu, who stood at the edge of the Soul Fighting Platform.

Jiang Zhu was only a healing-type Soul Master. How could she handle Dugu Yan's frontal assault? Her face blanched with fright as she stumbled backward. She clutched her Healing Scepter, unsure whether she should first cast a healing aura on herself or hold the scepter before her to block the attack.

"Don't you dare!"

Seeing this, Tang San set off with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. The eight Spider Spears on his back whipped up a fierce, tearing wind as he rushed to help—but it was already too late.

Dugu Yan's retreat had only been a feint. In truth, she had made every step count and seized the initiative at every turn.

"Bang!"

Poison swept in. One palm pierced Jiang Zhu's abdomen, and she was sent flying without the slightest suspense, straight off the Soul Fighting Platform.

Now, only Tang San remained on Shrek's side!

Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team still had all its members, with zero casualties!

"Heaven Dou Imperial Soul! We sweep across the mainland! Royal Academy! We'll reign supreme above the clouds!"

The spectators' cries rolled like thunder and surged like a tide!

The match was so thrilling that they hadn't even realized what was happening before only one member of Shrek Academy remained on the Soul Fighting Platform... As expected of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, representing the highest level of young Soul Masters in the Heaven Dou Empire!

In the blink of an eye, Lion, Bear, Tiger, Leopard, Wolf, and Ye Lingling had surrounded Tang San. With Jiang Zhu eliminated, he was now completely isolated and without help.

Dugu Yan approached with a cold laugh. The gentle, petal-like Soul Power of the Nine Heart Begonia fell upon her, and the wound on her shoulder visibly healed, restoring it to its original state.

Her face, which had paled from blood loss during the contest of inner strength, quickly regained its rosy color.

That was the overwhelming, unreasonable healing power of the world's number one healing Martial Soul!

"Tang San, now it's your turn to admit defeat."

Mockery curled at the corner of her mouth. Everything was under her control.

"Surrender? Hmph..."

Tang San looked coldly at them all and snorted. The situation was indeed against him, but how could he possibly surrender?

"Anyone who hurts Xiao Wu, whoever they are, will pay the price!"

Purple Demon Eye—

An eerie light flashed in his eyes, and the entire battle entered his view...

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track—

He flashed forward like a ghost, not retreating but charging straight at Wolf of the second team...

"Stop him..."

Dugu Yan's pupils contracted. She barked an order and immediately pursued Tang San...

But Tang San's speed had now surged. His form blurred, hazy and indistinct, truly like a ghost...

Wolf felt a chill at the back of his head and whipped around, only to find Tang San had somehow appeared behind him...

"Wh—"

His pupils shrank. Before he could react...

"Squish..."

A sharp Spider Spear, as keen as a blade, pierced straight through his chest. Then a tremendous force struck from behind, and his whole body flew helplessly through the air...

"First one..."

Tang San said coldly. His voice sounded like a deathly summons.

Then that ghostly footwork appeared again, weaving back and forth across the arena...

Everyone in the stands stared, dumbfounded.

At that moment, the entire arena fell deathly silent!

Tang San seemed to have truly become a ghost. Each time he flashed into view, someone was pierced or kicked flying.

After only a few breaths, amid a chorus of groans...

Only Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and Tang San remained in the entire arena...

Silence!

Dead silence!

Not a sound came from the stands. You could hear a pin drop. Everyone was so shocked by the scene that they couldn't speak.

Even Dugu Yan's face had turned ashen!

Useless was useless. Even after piling Soul Power onto them with Greater Restoration Pills, they were still good for nothing!

In the end, she and Lingling would have to deal with Tang San themselves!

"Now..."

Tang San paused briefly. "It's your turn!"

His fourth Soul Ring lit up, black as ink, its light dim and eerie!

"Fourth Soul Skill: Blue Silver Prison!"

Even now, with little Soul Power left, his instincts as a control-type Soul Master remained clear: divide the battlefield... separate the targets... defeat them one by one!

With a series of hissing sounds, arm-thick Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground, weaving into a net and interlacing into a cage. In an instant, seven layers of cages overlapped around Ye Lingling. He would save the person who had hurt Xiao Wu for last!

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track—

He used this Tang Sect Secret Art once more, the technique that could turn the tide in a desperate situation. His figure blurred into the distance, his trail vanishing like a ghost as he rushed toward Dugu Yan. But then, from behind...

"Seven Injuries Fist... Second force, stacked... Unleash!"

"Boom!"

The seven layers of Blue Silver Prison shattered with a thunderous crash. Ye Lingling's charge didn't slow. With unstoppable momentum, she sprinted toward Tang San.

Tang San felt a chill crawl up his back, his hair standing on end. In his desperation, he instinctively dodged to the side, never expecting... Clang!

He ran straight into a wall!

"Fourth Soul Skill: Snake Python Heavenly Steel Shield!"

Only then did Dugu Yan's cold voice ring out.

She had used her fourth Soul Skill to block Tang San's path.

Tang San's expression darkened...

Dugu Yan blocked his escape ahead, while Ye Lingling charged straight at him from behind, carried by her fierce fists...

"Two against one?"

"Good. Very good!"

Tang San glanced from side to side, entirely unflustered. He kicked off the Snake Python Heavenly Steel Shield to propel himself away, narrowly slipping past Ye Lingling's fist...

The wind from her punch sent his clothes snapping.

And while he was still in midair, his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul appeared. He reached out and plucked off two leaves...

"The Soul Master Tournament prohibits using outside objects, but..."

Tang San looked coldly at the two women, the Blue Silver Grass leaves pinched between his fingers...

Once the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons were mastered to a certain level, even flying flowers and plucked leaves could wound an enemy!

"Whoosh, whoosh..." He flicked his hand, and the two leaves instantly cut through the air, shooting straight toward the women's brows.

And yet...

"Who do you think you're insulting?"

"Who do you think you're looking down on?"

Two sharp, feminine voices rang out.

Dugu Yan fixed her gaze on the leaf flying toward her, raised her slender hand, and with an exceptionally precise technique, snatched it between her fingers.

"Hiss!" The moment the leaf touched her hand, it began to smoke and hiss before corroding completely into a pool of liquid.

As for Ye Lingling, she twisted her body. The terrifying wind from her fist swept up the air as she forcibly slammed it toward the other leaf.

A leaf was light. Even infused with Tang San's deft force and Soul Power, it should have drifted away on the wind.

But Ye Lingling's boxing style was strange. Her fist struck the leaf and blasted it to dust.

Tang San's surprise attack had been neutralized by the two women with such ease?!

"How is that possible?"

Tang San was stunned. It wasn't that he looked down on the natives of this world. The fact was that its Soul Masters focused only on their Martial Souls and never on technique.

Even the occasional Self-Created Soul Skill was just a modification of an existing Soul Skill.

Yet the Hidden Weapon technique he had been so confident in was so utterly ineffective against these two women?

Well, it was almost as if...

As if he had returned to the martial world of his previous life, where the great sects had pushed technique and martial arts to their very limits...

Well, speaking of his previous life, something suddenly felt wrong.

Then, as though a thought had just struck him, he abruptly looked at Ye Lingling and asked hesitantly, "You just said, what was your boxing style called?"

"What's it to you?" Ye Lingling was still calming the blood and qi churning inside her while using her Martial Soul to heal her backlash injuries.

Seven Injuries Fist: to hurt the enemy, first hurt yourself!

It was supposed to be used as a killing move, but ever since the fight began, she had lost count of how many times she'd used it.

Her internal organs were churning. If her Martial Soul hadn't been restoring her, she would have been a corpse by now.

Now that Tang San had asked, she was even more annoyed...

But the eerie light in Tang San's Purple Demon Eye flickered as he studied Ye Lingling. Her current state only made his guess seem more likely, and the more certain he became, the more unsettled he felt!

"Seven Injuries Fist?"

"Did you just say your boxing style was called Seven Injuries Fist?"

His heart pounded wildly, and a storm surged within him.

Seven Injuries Fist!

How could he not know Seven Injuries Fist?

Although he had never traveled the martial world, he knew the secret arts of the great sects like the back of his hand.

And the Kongtong Sect, famous for Seven Injuries Fist, was in Longxi, not far from Bashu.

Before, he hadn't been thinking about it, and the language of this otherworld was different from that of his previous life. He hadn't connected the dots at first...

Not until now...

Ye Lingling snorted. "So what if it's Seven Injuries Fist?"

"It really is..."

Tang San's eyelid twitched. As he drew a deep breath, he clasped his hands in a strange salute and spoke in a tone Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan had never heard before. "May I ask, esteemed lady, are you a distinguished disciple of the Kongtong Sect?!"

"What gibberish are you spouting?"

Ye Lingling furrowed her delicate brows. Her gaze suddenly turned fierce, and she let out a sharp shout. "Take another punch from me!"