Tang San's Trump Card Exposed, Martial Soul Hall Targets Hidden Weapons

In the low-lying ground, those cold, sinister snake eyes snapped open, and the grass was flattened into a long trail as the creature emerged.

A dark green snake shadow darted out from behind the tree roots.

The snake's body was a good three or four meters long, its scales edged with dark yellow patterns. A fleshy crest bulged atop its head, and the foul, fishy stench exhaled from its maw turned the nearby grass blades black.

Yu Xiaogang's wooden staff was only halfway raised when the Mandala Snake reached Tang San.

The distance was too close.

The speed was also far beyond what he had just estimated.

"Tang San, retreat!"

Yu Xiaogang pulled his body back, his other hand hurriedly pointing forward.

"Luo Sanpao!"

Yellow light hit the ground, but no sooner had Luo Sanpao appeared than its face was plastered with the poisonous mist spewed from the snake's mouth.

"Luo-luo!"

Luo Sanpao kicked its four short legs wildly, its belly swelling, but the distance was too short for it to strike a proper pose.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and shifted to the side.

"Farts like thunder, earth-shattering Luo Sanpao!"

Bang!

A yellow wave of air surged out, barely managing to disperse a portion of the poisonous mist.

However, the Mandala Snake twisted its body, sliding half its length along the muddy ground to bypass the air wave, its jaws snapping directly toward Tang San's shoulder and neck.

Tang San did not panic.

His footwork shifted, and his body slid half a step away, hugging the tree roots.

The Mandala Snake's fangs grazed his collar, biting into the tree bark beside him.

The bark turned black instantly, emitting a pungent, charred odor.

Tang San stepped on a protruding stone with his right foot, used the leverage to retreat diagonally, and flicked his wrist.

Swish, swish, swish!

Several short Sleeve Arrows shot out from his cuffs.

At the same time, pebbles between his fingers were launched as well.

The Sleeve Arrows flew in a straight line, while the pebbles followed an arc.

A pincer attack, targeting both sides of the snake's head.

The Mandala Snake was forced to tilt its head; the Sleeve Arrows grazed its scales, sparking tiny flickers of fire.

The two pebbles struck the soft flesh beneath the snake's head dead-on.

In pain, the snake thrashed its body against the mud, snapping a swathe of grass blades.

Tang San seized the chance to widen the distance. His left hand reached for the cloth bag at his waist, while his right foot never stopped, constantly changing positions by utilizing the tree roots and mud pits.

On the high ground, Xiao Wu had originally been hiding behind Brother Su Hang.

Seeing those few steps Tang San took, she stopped clutching the straps of her bundle.

"Brother Su Hang..."

"He doesn't look like an ordinary child."

Xiao Wu was usually lively, but she was much quieter now.

She hated that thread of fate involving Tang San, and she didn't want to get involved with this person.

But those few moves just now—if it had been any of those students from Notting Academy, they would have been caught by the snake's fangs long ago.

Tang San didn't just know how to endure; he knew how to kill.

If such a person truly grew according to that path in the diary, he would definitely be trouble later on.

Su Hang stood on the rocky slope, his feet motionless.

Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Sleeve Arrows, and pebble techniques were coordinated perfectly.

No spirit ring.

No spirit avatar.

Yet he was able to hold his own against a Mandala Snake.

That said a lot.

The slight contempt in Su Hang's heart was suppressed.

The protagonist's luck had been whittled down a bit, but Tang San himself was no wooden stake.

If he truly treated him like an ordinary six-year-old child, he would be blindsided sooner or later.

In the low-lying area, Yu Xiaogang finally reacted as well.

He watched the methods Tang San had just employed and wanted to ask, but the Mandala Snake did not give him the chance.

"Tang San, don't get bogged down in the fight!"

"This Mandala Snake's age is higher than I estimated, and its toxicity is even stronger!"

Tang San did not stop his pace, using a low tree to block the snake's charge.

"Teacher, how many years is it?"

Yu Xiaogang quickly scanned the patterns on the snake's body and looked at the fleshy crest.

"Over four hundred years!"

"It might be close to six hundred!"

Upon hearing this, Tang San became even steadier.

Over four hundred years.

The risk was greater, but the rewards were also greater.

If he could absorb it, his first Blue Silver Grass spirit ring would start off stronger than most spirit masters of the same age.

He could not retreat.

Su Hang already had a thousand-year first ring.

If he couldn't even seize this kind of opportunity, he would only be left further and further behind in the future.

The Mandala Snake lunged again.

Tang San lowered his body, flicked three stones with his right hand, and fired two Sleeve Arrows from his left sleeve.

This time, the stones struck the snake's mouth first, and the Sleeve Arrows pierced the snake's eyes immediately after.

The Mandala Snake raised its head to avoid the Sleeve Arrows, but its tail swept in from the side.

Bang!

Tang San was struck on the shoulder and slammed into the muddy ground.

Before hitting the ground, he braced his right hand against the earth and flipped his body, managing to dissipate most of the force.

His sleeve was torn by the snake's tail, and a red mark quickly appeared on his shoulder.

Yu Xiaogang rushed forward two steps in anxiety.

"Luo Sanpao, stop it!"

Luo Sanpao shivered and hopped forward, but the Mandala Snake completely ignored it.

Tang San's continuous attacks on its head had completely enraged the snake.

Its body coiled up, and its fleshy crest trembled slightly.

The posture of locking onto its prey was already fixed on Tang San.

High up among the branches and leaves.

Yue Guan had originally been watching with the intent of observing a show.

But when he saw the trajectory of the Sleeve Arrows clearly, the movement of his fingertips plucking the flower stopped.

"Gui Mei, did you see that clearly?"

The black mist moved half a foot along the tree trunk.

"Hidden weapons within the sleeves."

"Small in size, fast in speed, and the spirit power fluctuation before the strike is very weak."

Yue Guan stared at Tang San below.

"If this kind of thing were to flow into the spirit master world on a large scale, it would be very troublesome for low-level spirit masters."

"Especially for those patrol spirit masters in the Spirit Hall branches; many of them simply cannot defend against it."

Gui Mei did not respond immediately.

Tang San once again used stones to change the direction of the Mandala Snake's lunge.

The angles were tricky, and the rhythm was tight.

An ordinary child could not train to achieve such methods.

Even if Tang Hao taught him Clear Sky Sect skills, it shouldn't be this style.

"Should we report this now?"

Yue Guan put away his usual flippancy.

"Report it."

"Su Hang is someone the Pope specifically named to be watched."

"List Tang San separately as well."

Gui Mei gave a low acknowledgment.

"Tang Hao's son, twin martial souls, suspected of possessing a special lethal weapon."

Yue Guan added another sentence.

"And close-quarters footwork."

"This kid is hiding quite a lot."

Under the trees, Tang San had already put a dozen steps of distance between himself and the Mandala Snake.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to have Luo Sanpao unleash another soul skill, but Luo Sanpao had just been choked by the poisonous mist, and its condition was clearly much worse.

If he forced it to attack again, it would very likely backfire on Yu Xiaogang himself.

Tang San also noticed this.

"Teacher, don't let Luo Sanpao get close."

"I'll handle the distraction."

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed.

"Don't be reckless!"

"You don't even have a soul ring yet, how can you distract it?"

Tang San did not explain.

He pulled a few thin needles from his cloth bag, hid them between his fingers, and unfolded his footwork once again.

Xiao Wu watched Tang San's steady demeanor, and her heart felt increasingly stifled.

"Brother Su Hang, he can actually fight."

"If no one stops him, won't he really be able to drag the snake to its death?"

Su Hang did not answer immediately.

The system interface had already popped up before his eyes.

[Warning: Tang San is resisting the Luck Deprivation using his own combat ability.]

[Tang San's first soul ring luck is flowing back.]

[If the host continues to watch, the Mandala Snake's opportunity may return to Tang San.]

[Current deviation progress: dropped from thirty percent to twenty percent.]

Su Hang looked at the situation below.

Tang San was being suppressed, yet he remained composed.

The angrier the Mandala Snake became, the more it fixated on Tang San.

The opportunity that had originally been pried away by his Luck Deprivation Card was gathering back onto Tang San.

This was the protagonist's treatment.

As long as he wasn't crushed to death, even if his path went astray, he could drag it back himself.

Although Yu Xiaogang had failed, Tang San could compensate for it himself.

This was the most troublesome part.

Su Hang moved his feet, and dark purple lightning flickered along the rocky slope.

Xiao Wu hurriedly retreated two steps behind him, her movements practiced and smooth.

"Are you going to make a move?"

Su Hang raised his right arm, and the aura of the Chaos Thunder Shadow Dragon began to press outward.

Below, the Mandala Snake lunged at Tang San once again.

The thin needles in Tang San's hands were already raised, as he prepared to strike the soft flesh of the snake's mouth.

At this very moment, Su Hang's eyes darkened:

"As expected, if I want to steal the protagonist's opportunity, standing by and watching the show isn't enough."