Then Tang Wu gave Tang San a warning in advance.
"From this, we can conclude that the best path for Blue Silver Grass is naturally the path of life."
"If someone goes against that and makes you absorb a poison-attributed Soul Ring, that person is either evil or stupid."
"If you run into someone like that in the future, you'd better stay far away from them, big bro."
Tang San nodded solemnly. "All right, Xiao Wu. I'll remember."
If anyone ever made me absorb a poison-attributed Soul Ring, they'd be cutting off my future. That would be a blood feud beyond reconciliation.
That person would have embarked on the Path of Certain Death.
At that moment, Tang San silently marked Little Trash Gang with that label.
After that, Tang Wu couldn't sleep the whole night.
There was no helping it.
The Martial Soul was a supernatural power, and to Tang Wu, who had been nothing but an ordinary person in his previous life, it was simply too tempting.
He was so excited that he tossed and turned, unable to settle down.
Especially since he'd somehow created a Self-Created Soul Skill. Tang Wu was even more worked up.
"Big bro, I can't sleep."
"And after resting all afternoon, my Soul Power's completely recovered. How about we have a spar?"
"Since that's what you're asking for, Xiao Wu, all right..."
Tang San agreed without the slightest hesitation, the moment Tang Wu asked.
What could he do when his adorable little bro made a request?
Of course he'd indulge him.
And so, the brothers walked out of the blacksmith shop one after the other and came to the open ground in front.
They began their first Soul Fighting match in life.
The two took their positions.
Ten meters apart, they watched each other without either making the first move.
Yellow-green leaves swayed gently, broke free from the branches, and drifted slowly down.
And the instant they touched the ground,
Tang Wu and Tang San moved as one!
Their figures became blurs as they stepped soundlessly through Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, as if they were phantom shadows from legend.
Tang Wu's hands turned jade-white, radiating a chill. He swung a fist at Tang San's face—
Mysterious Jade Hand.
But Tang San didn't try to block Tang Wu's straight punch. Instead, he formed a circular motion that redirected a force of a thousand catties with just four ounces.
He sent the force surging back at Tang Wu.
At the same time, he drove forward with a push of his feet, both palms darting out like nimble snakes.
Tang San's push sent Tang Wu backward, but Tang Wu rooted himself to the spot and held his ground through sheer physical strength.
Facing Tang San's assault, he swung both hands out as well, attacking in place of defending.
The two exchanged dozens of blows.
But Tang Wu's grasp of the Tang Sect techniques couldn't compare to Tang San's, who had practiced them for two lifetimes. He quickly fell onto the back foot.
"You've already gotten the techniques down to the beginner level. Looks like you haven't been slacking off, Xiao Wu."
Tang San was quite pleased.
He'd taught Tang Wu the Tang Sect techniques because he'd wanted his mischievous little brother to have some martial arts to rely on.
That way, the next time he tested the waters at the gates of the Underworld, he wouldn't end up unable to come back.
The fact that Tang Wu had nearly gotten himself killed at noon was more than enough to prove how right Tang San had been to do that.
"Of course! I worked so hard for the Martial Soul Awakening today."
"I've been waiting a long time for this day." Tang Wu's voice brimmed with excitement.
They clashed once more, then separated by a full three meters from the recoil.
But this time, Tang Wu didn't use another fighting technique. Instead, he used his Martial Soul's ability.
He wrapped Blue Silver Grass around his dominant hand—his left.
Layer upon layer of Blue Silver Grass fit snugly around his entire wrist, forming a massive Blue Silver Iron Fist.
Even fragile Blue Silver Grass could deliver a certain amount of force if there was enough of it.
Just like now.
Tang Wu couldn't possibly match Tang San in hand-to-hand combat, or in his mastery of the Tang Sect techniques.
But Tang Wu did have one strength that Tang San couldn't match.
His limitless imagination when it came to using his Martial Soul.
"Wrapping Blue Silver Grass around the entire arm increases the defense and impact resistance of that part of the body."
"Xiao Wu, I have to say, when it comes to developing Blue Silver Grass, I'm nowhere near as good as you."
Tang San looked at the Blue Silver Iron Fist on Tang Wu's hand, his tone full of admiration.
If it had been him, he would've used Blue Silver Grass purely to restrain his enemies.
"Hehe, pretty good, right? I'm calling this move Blue Silver Iron Fist."
Uh...
Blue Silver Entanglement was called Mother's Entanglement by the internet. Could his move, Blue Silver Iron Fist, be called Mother's Iron Fist too?!
Go on, savor this tender love from Mother!
Now that Tang Wu had a weapon in hand, he might not have been able to completely crush Tang San, but he could at least hold his own.
After all, one was barehanded, while the other had nothing to fear from getting hurt.
And since both of them had practiced the Tang Sect techniques, their differences had evened out. The only thing left was whether or not they had a weapon in hand.
Every collision between Mysterious Jade Hand and Blue Silver Grass ended with the Blue Silver Grass shattering.
But as soon as Tang Wu replenished it with Soul Power, the Blue Silver Iron Fist would be restored in an instant.
And with each shattering, little wisps of blue light would drift into the air.
They followed the currents of air and landed on Tang San. The blue wisps quickly dimmed,
then vanished.
"Now I'm not going to hold back." Tang Wu stared intently at Tang San.
"Take this! The Super Invincible, Above Heaven and Below Earth, Roaming Outer Space, Supreme Champion—go forth, Embarrassing Iron Fist!"
As he spoke, he sank his breath into his lower abdomen and suddenly tore the iron fist off his left hand.
Then he hurled it viciously at Tang San!
Thwack~~~
"So you shouted all that with such gusto, only to throw it at me?"
"And what does that whole string of titles have to do with anything?!"
The iron fist struck his torso. It didn't hurt, then slid down onto the grass at his feet.
Tang San was utterly baffled. Unable to hold back his exasperation, he complained at Tang Wu.
He raised his foot and stepped on the Blue Silver Iron Fist. As he pressed down, the Blue Silver Grass dissolved into specks of starlight.
Seeing this, Tang Wu's whole face twisted into a shout.
"Nooo, my Blue Silver Iron Fist~~~"
"You died so tragically, crushed to ash with one kick! Sob, sob, sob..."
But as he sobbed, the corners of his mouth, drooping in the shadows, slowly curled upward.
"Ha ha ha ha! You fell for it!"
"What?!"
Tang San knew that look of Tang Wu's all too well.
Whenever Tang Wu wore that expression, it meant someone was about to have a very bad time.
At the thought,
Tang San hurriedly backed away more than ten meters, quickly putting distance between them. He watched Tang Wu warily.
"Xiao Wu, don't do that. I'm scared."
"Don't be scared. Fear comes from the unknown. You won't be scared once you see what's next."
"Ke ke ke..."
Tang Wu laughed as wickedly as they came. You'd have to eat at least ten Soul Hall elders a day to end up with a laugh like that.