The Mandala Snake Changes Masters, Tang San's First Spirit Ring Collapses

The moment the poisonous mist descended, Su Hang did not retreat.

He stood at the very edge of the rocky slope, Dark Purple Lightning spreading beneath his feet, tearing a gap directly through the mist ahead.

Xiao Wu was shielded behind him, still clutching the antidote pill, standing steady as she pressed against his back.

"Don't move."

Su Hang raised a hand to press down on her shoulder, his fingers firm.

"If you let your spirit beast aura leak out, this snake will go even crazier."

Xiao Wu immediately stopped moving and stood obediently.

"I'll listen to you then."

Below, the Mandala Snake coiled in the mud, its head swaying left and right, its venomous tongue flickering rapidly.

It had been suppressed by Tang San several times just moments ago, and its retreat had been blocked by Su Hang's Dragon Might; the entire snake had entered a berserk state.

It no longer focused solely on Tang San.

Now, it locked its gaze on Su Hang.

Su Hang did not rush to unleash his second spirit skill, merely tracking the trajectory of the snake as it slithered through the woods.

Tree shadows, tall grass, slopes, and stone roots.

The points from which it exerted force changed every time.

The most troublesome aspect of snake-type spirit beasts was not their venom or their strength, but their rhythm.

When they prepared to strike, they first utilized the terrain, hid their positioning, and then identified the shortest path for a kill.

Su Hang tapped his toes against the rocky slope, his body leaning slightly to the left.

The next moment, the Mandala Snake lunged from the shadows of a tree on the right.

Its maw was wide open, and the poisonous mist sprayed out along with its charge, aiming directly for Su Hang's throat.

Xiao Wu stood behind him, her fingers tensed.

Yet, Su Hang did not retreat.

His First Spirit Ring lit up beneath his feet, deep purple spirit light suddenly expanding, and thunder surged along the ground in one breath.

"Boom!"

The entire patch of mud shook.

Dark purple electric currents drilled into the grass roots, stone crevices, and tree roots, surging directly up the belly of the Mandala Snake.

The snake's body stiffened, and the momentum of its charge was abruptly cut short.

Seizing this half-breath of an opening, Su Hang stomped again. His Dark Demon Evil God Wings half-unfurled, and he used the recoil to soar toward the upper side.

The poisonous mist grazed his feet and fell into a stone crevice, emitting a pungent, acrid stench.

"Above!"

Yu Xiaogang, watching from below, gripped his hands so tightly that his wooden staff nearly slipped away.

Tang San also looked up.

He had been searching for an opportunity to land a finishing blow, hoping to regain the rhythm while the Mandala Snake was being restrained by Su Hang.

But this strike made things very clear to him.

Su Hang's First Spirit Ring was definitely not an ordinary Thousand Year ring.

The range of the thunderous explosion and the density of the Spirit Power Suppression had completely exceeded the level that should appear in a place like Notting Academy.

Tang San paused his steps, the stones between his fingers resting in his palm.

Such a Spirit Ring Age had long since surpassed the normal limit.

Where on earth did this guy get his Opportunity?

Before he could suppress this thought, Su Hang had already landed beside the Mandala Snake.

Just as the snake tried to twist its body, Su Hang smashed a fist down.

The punch had no fancy variations; it was crisp and direct.

All the lightning was compressed into his right arm, carrying a raw, destructive force as it fell.

"Bang!"

The punch landed squarely near the snake's seven-inch mark.

Scales shattered instantly, dark green blood flowed across the ground, and the blades of grass were flattened.

The Mandala Snake was struck so hard that half its body flipped up, its head slamming violently into a nearby tree trunk.

The bark split, and wood chips rained down.

Below, Yu Xiaogang's hands went still.

He had spent his life studying Spirit Master Theory, placing the greatest importance on Spirit Ring Matching and Spirit Beast Habits, but what he was witnessing now no longer fell into the category of "reasonable."

At six years old, he was hard-smashing a Mandala Snake of over four hundred years for his first Spirit Ring.

If this were put into Spirit Hall's database, they'd probably have to check if they had the wrong person.

Tang San's expression also darkened.

He had initially thought Su Hang's Spirit Rings were outrageous, but he hadn't expected his combat prowess to be so fierce.

With that punch, the Mandala Snake's movements had become chaotic.

He knew very well what this meant.

It meant Su Hang's physical foundation, Spirit quality, and Spirit Ring Age were all superior to his.

Even if he managed to get the first Spirit Ring this time, it would be difficult to consistently suppress this person later on.

And—

Tang San glanced at Xiao Wu.

That girl had completely sided with Su Hang.

Su Hang gave the Mandala Snake no chance to breathe.

He flipped his arm, and the lightning continued to press down, causing arcs of electricity to erupt from the ground again.

The Mandala Snake twisted desperately, trying to escape towards Tang San.

But as soon as it lunged in that direction, the gray-gold light points remaining from the Luck Deprivation Card within Su Hang's body suddenly retracted.

A thin thread of light was directly torn away from the direction of the snake's head.

The faint thread of Opportunity that had been gathering towards Tang San was abruptly severed at this moment.

A system prompt sounded in Su Hang's mind.

[Ding! Tang San's first Spirit Ring core Opportunity has been stripped.]

[Current conversion options:]

[Option 1: Convert to Mall points.]

[Option 2: Condense into poison-attribute Spirit Ring Shard.]

Su Hang didn't hesitate.

"Shard."

As soon as these words formed in his mind, a dark green light point was drawn out from within the Mandala Snake, rapidly condensing into a crystal the size of a knuckle, which fell into his palm.

The crystal contained fine poison patterns, with a hint of lightning marks along its edges.

This would be perfect for improving his poison resistance and control resistance later.

Su Hang put the shard into his system space, but a portion of his Spirit Power was drawn away.

His footsteps faltered, and his face turned a little pale.

Xiao Wu immediately grabbed his sleeve.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Su Hang raised his hand, pushing her further behind him.

"Step back, don't touch that snake blood."

The Mandala Snake, though heavily injured, was still alive.

It rolled halfway in the mud, dragging its broken body and continuing to crawl, its target still Tang San.

But just as it moved a couple of steps, the remaining thread of Opportunity between Tang San and the Mandala Snake, which hadn't completely broken yet, completely disintegrated.

The snake's Spirit Power fluctuations also began to become erratic.

The core matching point that should have become Tang San's first Spirit Ring had been forcibly dismantled by Su Hang.

The age was still there, the poison was still there.

But the most crucial sense of compatibility was gone.

Tang San saw it most clearly.

The snake should have been moving towards him, but now, even the guidance for the Spirit Ring's formation had largely dispersed.

He stood in place, the pebble in his hand paused for a long time before he slowly retracted it into his sleeve.

Yu Xiaogang even took two steps forward, the words "It's this one" on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.

No.

The state of this snake was wrong.

Tang San's first Spirit Ring should have formed the smoothest control route with his Blue Silver Grass.

But now, the snake's poison had been disrupted by Su Hang's punch and lightning, its Spirit Power attribute had been skewed by external forces, and even its aura had become mixed.

Absorbing it in this state would double the risk while halving the reward.

It was as good as half-ruined.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale, the wooden stick in his hand trembling.

He had planned all the way, explained all the way, and led Tang San around for a long time, only for the most suitable First Spirit Ring for Tang San to be snatched away by Su Hang, and even ruined in the process.

This wasn't just cutting off the deal.

This was taking the whole pot.

On the high ground, Su Hang took another step, lightning spreading outwards from his feet.

The Mandala Snake raised its head one last time. Just as its mouth opened, Su Hang had already rushed to its front, pinning the snake's neck with his left arm and smashing its head three times with his right fist.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After three punches, the snake's body completely collapsed.

A Spirit Ring, dark red with black patterns, slowly rose from the corpse.

But as soon as the Spirit Ring formed, it became unstable.

It swayed up and down, and the black patterns on its edges began to scatter.

Su Hang looked up, not absorbing it immediately.

He could feel that the Spirit Ring's core compatibility had been disrupted by him.

If he really gave it to Tang San, it would definitely be inferior to the one in the original story.

If Tang San forcibly absorbed it, it would be even more strenuous than expected.

But if he didn't absorb it, Tang San would completely lose this crucial opportunity.

This path had already been bent by him.

Su Hang stood beside the snake's corpse, the lightning in his palm slowly retracting.

He no longer looked at Tang San, only glancing down at the Spirit Ring.

"Too late."

Two low words fell into the woods.

Tang San stood below, motionless for a long time.

He rarely showed his emotions outwardly, but this time, even his breathing became heavier.

It wasn't because the Mandala Snake was dead.

It was because this path had been altered.

He could feel that the connection between himself and this Spirit Ring had been mostly severed.

It would be difficult to continue down the original path.

Yu Xiaogang finally came back to his senses, looking up at Su Hang, his throat bobbing twice before he managed to squeeze out the words.

"What... what exactly did you do?"

Su Hang didn't reply, only pulling Xiao Wu half a step closer to his side.

"Stole a Spirit Ring."

"And casually, changed a fate."

Yu Xiaogang's chest tightened, and his hands drooped.

He had brought Tang San here to hunt for a Spirit Ring, intending to make a name for himself with this First Ring.

Instead of making a name, he had first skewed Tang San's most suitable Ring.

What was more troublesome was that Su Hang's move was too ruthless, making it impossible to even rationalize with theory.

At the edge of the low-lying area, a dark figure stood leaning against a tree trunk for a long time.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan raised his hand and pushed aside the leaves blocking his view, half his face hidden in the shadows.

"This kid, he really dared to do it."

From the black mist beside him, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei remained still.

"The Spirit Ring Age has been altered, and its attributes have been suppressed by half."

Yue Guan tapped the air with his hand.

"This must be noted."

"Tang Hao's side will probably stir up some trouble too."

Gui Mei did not reply.

The next moment, from a great distance, in a dilapidated blacksmith shop outside Notting City, a drunkard lying on a table suddenly raised his head.

The wine jar on the table was overturned, and wood shavings and iron filings were scattered all over the floor.

Tang Hao's messy hair hung down over his forehead, and the wine bowl in his hand stopped in mid-air.

That decadent appearance only lasted for half a breath.

Following that, he slowly sat up a little straighter, a hint of clarity appearing in his murky eyes.

"Little San's fortune... has been tampered with?"

He spoke in a low voice, the wine bowl in his hand dropping back onto the table.

Tang Hao looked up toward the direction of the Soul Hunting Forest, his gaze becoming clear for the first time.

"Notting Academy, what on earth has arrived there?"