"Don't Be Like This, I'm Scared"

Tang Wu immediately gave Tang San a heads-up.

"From this, we can conclude that the best path for Blue Silver Grass is naturally the life path."

"If anyone suggests otherwise and tells you to absorb a poison-attribute spirit ring, that person is either malicious or stupid."

"If you ever run into someone like that in the future, Brother, you must stay far away from them."

Tang San nodded with extreme seriousness, "Alright, Wu, I'll remember that."

If anyone ever tried to make him absorb a poison-attribute spirit ring in the future, it would be an irreconcilable grudge, cutting off his path to the future.

That person would already be courting death.

At this moment, Tang San silently labeled Little Trash Gang in his heart.

Afterward, Tang Wu couldn't sleep the entire night.

He couldn't help it.

To Tang Wu, who had been an ordinary person in his past life, the supernatural power of martial spirits was simply too tempting.

He was so excited that he tossed and turned, unable to settle down at all.

Especially after accidentally creating a self-invented spirit skill, Tang Wu was even more exhilarated.

"Brother, I can't sleep."

"And after resting all afternoon, my spirit power has fully recovered. How about we have a spar?"

"Since it's your request, Wu, then alright..."

Tang San didn't hesitate in the slightest; the moment Tang Wu spoke, he agreed.

What else could he do when his cute little brother made a request?

Naturally, he had to spoil him.

Thus, the two brothers walked out of the smithy one after the other and arrived at the open space in front of the door.

They began the first spirit battle of their lives.

The two stood their ground.

Separated by ten meters, they looked at each other, neither making the first move.

Emerald leaves swayed gently, detached from the branches, and drifted slowly to the ground.

And at the very moment they touched the earth, Tang Wu and Tang San moved in unison!

Their figures turned into blurs, their feet tracing the mysterious and unpredictable Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, silent and soundless, just like legendary phantoms.

Tang Wu's hands turned jade-colored, radiating a chilling aura, as he threw a punch toward Tang San's face.

It was the Mysterious Jade Hand.

But facing Tang Wu's straight punch, Tang San didn't choose to meet it head-on; instead, he adopted a circular arc to deflect the force.

He pushed that momentum right back.

At the same time, he exerted force through his feet to close the distance, his palms striking out like agile snakes.

Tang Wu was pushed back by Tang San, but he planted his feet firmly, relying on his formidable physical constitution to hold his ground.

Facing Tang San's offensive, he swung his hands out as well, using attack as defense.

Just like that, the two exchanged dozens of blows.

However, Tang Wu's proficiency in Tang Sect techniques could not possibly match Tang San, who had practiced them for two lifetimes, and he quickly fell at a disadvantage.

"To have practiced the techniques to the entry level so quickly, it seems you haven't been slacking off lately, Wu."

Tang San was very gratified.

When he first taught the Tang Sect techniques to his brother, he had hoped that this mischievous younger brother would have some martial arts to rely on.

So that he wouldn't end up unable to return after testing the limits of the King of Hell's palace.

Judging by how Tang Wu had nearly killed himself that afternoon, it was clear just how right Tang San had been to do so.

"Of course, I worked so hard precisely for today's martial spirit awakening."

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Tang Wu's voice was filled with unusual excitement.

After another clash, the recoil sent them both three meters apart.

However, this time, Tang Wu didn't use combat skills again; instead, he unleashed his martial spirit ability.

He wrapped the Blue Silver Grass around his dominant hand—his left hand.

The Blue Silver Grass layered over itself, tightly and snugly enveloping his entire wrist to form a massive Blue Silver Iron Fist.

Even fragile Blue Silver Grass, provided there was enough of it, could provide a certain amount of attack power.

Just like right now.

When it came to hand-to-hand combat or proficiency in Tang Sect techniques, Tang Wu could never be a match for Tang San.

However, Tang Wu had one strength that Tang San could not compare to.

That was his unconstrained imagination regarding martial souls.

"Wrapping the entire arm in Blue Silver Grass to increase the defense and impact resistance of a specific area."

"Xiao Wu, I have to say, when it comes to developing Blue Silver Grass, I am far inferior to you."

Tang San looked at the Blue Silver Iron Fist on Tang Wu's hand, his tone filled with admiration.

If it were him, he would only use Blue Silver Grass as a means to bind enemies.

"Hehe, not bad, right? I call this move the Blue Silver Iron Fist."

Uh...

Blue Silver Entanglement was widely known by netizens as "Mother's Entanglement," so couldn't this move of his, the Blue Silver Iron Fist, also be called "Mother's Iron Fist"?!

Savor it well, this tender care coming from Mother!

With a weapon in hand this time, Tang Wu could not exactly say he was crushing Tang San, but it was close enough.

After all, one was bare-handed, while the other didn't have to worry about getting hurt.

Coupled with the fact that both practiced Tang Sect techniques, the gap between them was leveled out, leaving only the difference of having a weapon or not.

Every collision between the Mysterious Jade Hand and the Blue Silver Grass ended with the shattering of the grass.

Yet, with the replenishment of Tang Wu's soul power, the Blue Silver Iron Fist would be restored to its complete state in the blink of an eye.

And with each shattering, some blue halos would drift into the air.

Following the direction of the airflow, they landed on Tang San, where the blue halos quickly dimmed.

Then they vanished without a trace.

"Next, I'm not going to hold back." Tang Wu's eyes were fixed intently on Tang San:

"Take this, my Super Invincible Heaven and Earth Roaming Outer Space Grand Champion—Go, Shy Iron Fist!"

As he said this, he gathered his breath in his dantian and violently ripped the iron fist off his left hand.

He hurled it fiercely toward Tang San!

Whoosh~~~

"So, after shouting with such momentum, it turns out you were just going to throw it!"

"I mean, does that have anything to do with that long string of titles?!"

The iron fist struck his torso, causing no pain, and then slid down onto the grass at his feet.

Tang San was full of question marks, unable to hold back his speechlessness as he retorted to Tang Wu.

He lifted his foot and stepped on the Blue Silver Iron Fist; as he applied pressure, the Blue Silver Grass turned into specks of starlight and dissipated.

Seeing this, Tang Wu's face twisted into a mask of despair.

"No, my Blue Silver Iron Fist~~~"

"You died so miserably, turned to dust by a single kick, boo-hoo, boo-hoo-hoo."

But as he cried, the corners of his mouth, hidden in the shadows, slowly curled upward:

"Hahahaha, you fell for it!"

"Nani?!!"

Tang San was all too familiar with this expression on Tang Wu.

Whenever the other party showed this look, it meant someone was about to have a bad time.

Thinking of this, Tang San retreated more than ten meters, quickly putting distance between them, and looked at him with extreme vigilance:

"Xiao Wu, don't be like this, you're scaring me."

"Don't be afraid, fear comes from the unknown; you won't be afraid in a moment."

"Hehehehe..."

Tang Wu laughed as wickedly as one could possibly laugh; he would need to eat at least ten Spirit Hall elders to earn a laugh like today's.