One Onion Straight to the Stomach, a Grandmaster Thirsting for Knowledge (Please Keep Reading)

"All right, enough of that."

"Now, down to business." Du Hao conjured another green onion and explained the principle behind it to Tang San.

The method was simple. He only had to control his Soul Power, continuously compressing it around the green onion in his hand. Then he gathered it all in one point and released it in a single burst.

It sounded easy, but most people wouldn't have thought of the technique involved.

Du Hao had also been lucky to come across the relevant principle in Soul Power Control: From 'Beginner' to 'Buried'.

"So that's how it works..." Tang San rubbed his chin as he listened to Du Hao's explanation.

In an instant, he connected it to the techniques he knew, and soon deduced the same principle.

"Compress, condense, release at the peak." Tang San lowered his head in thought, matching it against the incomplete techniques in his mind.

After a while, a flash of insight struck him!

His eyes blazed as he looked at Du Hao. "I get it! This is the part I could never figure out... So that's how it works!"

In his mind, the parts of the Mysterious Heaven Skill that had once baffled him became clear, as if someone had wiped clean a mirror!

"Brother Hao! I knew something felt off when I practiced before. So this is where I was supposed to release it!" Tang San excitedly grabbed Du Hao by the shoulders and shook him.

Like a scholar who would gladly die after hearing the Way in the morning, Tang San felt every tangled thought in his mind suddenly fall into place.

No wonder the Mysterious Heaven Skill had felt so strange when he practiced it. This was where the problem lay.

"What are you talking about? Make yourself clear." Xiao Wu came over and pursed her lips.

"Heh, I finally understand what was missing." Tang San stepped back, drew a deep breath, and assumed a starting stance.

Xiao Wu and Du Hao, standing not far from Tang San, felt the air begin to stir, ebbing and flowing with his movements.

"Movement is stillness, stillness is movement..." With his eyes closed, Tang San shaped his hands into a Tai Chi form, his feet slowly swaying to its rhythm.

His movements were incredibly slow, yet followed some peculiar pattern, as if nothing could ever shake him.

"Brother Hao, come..." Tang San slowly opened his eyes and beckoned Du Hao over.

His intent couldn't have been clearer.

"Oh? Getting cocky already?" Du Hao said, casually pulling out a green onion.

"Brother Hao, I think you should..." Before Tang San could finish his confident declaration, his vision was filled by an onion bulb rapidly growing larger.

"Blegh!!!"

He moved like a gust of wind! In the next instant, the green onion shot straight into Tang San's mouth, two-thirds of it swallowed whole!

Caught completely off guard,

Tang San, who had been so composed just moments earlier, dropped to his knees, trembling as he felt the onion in his mouth...

The invincible Tang San had fallen.

Looking down at Tang San retching on the ground, Du Hao clicked his tongue.

"You're not there yet, little San."

That was a hundred years of skill at work. Was it stylish or wasn't it?

Did he look like he couldn't lift a blade anymore? If Tang San thought he could show off in front of him, he was dreaming!

Du Hao would weld the windows shut, too!

Turning toward the rabbit, who still hadn't recovered, he said earnestly, "Don't go copying this guy, whatever you do..."

"When you can settle things with your fists, try not to run your mouth."

From that day onward, in "gratitude" for the favor of that stomach-piercing move,

Tang San began training like a madman!

He started by furiously studying Soul Power Control: From 'Beginner' to 'Buried'. Every time, he stayed in Du Hao's room until he was kicked out.

Then he began inventing all kinds of moves, like Blue Silver Grass Flying Needles and Blue Silver Grass Vest Restraint—one strange trick after another.

And every time he came up with a new move, he would immediately head to Du Hao's place, hoping to get his pride back.

Until today...

"Tang San! Are you ever going to stop?" Xiao Wu braced herself against the door and yelled, "You come by every few days! I'm sick of it, even if you aren't!"

Tang San's constant visits over the last few days had ruined her appetite for carrots.

"Xiao Wu, open the door!"

"I'll stop coming once I get my revenge this time... Open the door!" Outside, Tang San kept knocking, his resolve unshakable.

With that kind of determination, he'd succeed at anything.

Along with Tang San's knocking came another voice, mature and practiced.

"Open up, Xiao Wu! It's Grandmaster! I brought you your carrots..." From his familiar tone, it was clear this wasn't his first time doing this.

To understand why, one had to go back to that time they'd teamed up while squatting in the toilet.

Du Hao had happened to run into Yu Xiaogang there. With nothing better to do, they discussed the theory of Martial Soul evolution.

Du Hao had also tossed him a copy of Martial Soul Evolution Theory, Part One, which he'd only recently obtained. From then on, Grandmaster had seemed to discover an entirely new world! His eyes practically glowed green!

"You two have got to be kidding me!" Inside, Xiao Wu pulled out a book that had been propping up the leg of Du Hao's bed.

Martial Soul Evolution Theory, Part Two

Du Hao had told her that if Grandmaster came looking, she should just toss the book out to him.

She hurled it with all her strength through the window, toward the distance. "Grandmaster, if you lose this, you'll never find another copy!"

Yu Xiaogang, who had been knocking on the door, lit up at once!

Like a hungry wolf that had spotted its prey,

Grandmaster sprang into action. He leaped after the book that had been tossed out the window!

"Wisdom!"

With a whoosh, Grandmaster vanished along with the book.

Tang San, who had been knocking beside him, wasn't surprised in the least. He simply kept knocking on the door.

"Xiao Wu, tell me where he is, and I'll stop knocking." Tang San already knew Du Hao wasn't in the room. He'd only come to ask where he was.

He'd searched the entire academy today and hadn't found a trace of Du Hao.

He didn't even know where Zhu Zhuqing was.

"I told you, I don't know!" The door slowly opened a crack, revealing Xiao Wu's exasperated eyes.

"He left early this morning. Where did he go? I really don't know." As she spoke, Xiao Wu passed out the copy of Soul Power Control: From 'Beginner' to 'Buried'.

"If you've got nothing better to do, read this."

Tang San instinctively took a step back at the sight of the book being held out to him. "Don't try to ruin me. Who'd dare read this without Brother Hao around?"

He never wanted to experience that feeling of having his brain stuffed full of knowledge again.

"If you don't want this either, what exactly do you want?" Xiao Wu glared at Tang San through the crack in the door, her disdain practically spilling out of her eyes.

"Heh, well..."

To be honest, Tang San didn't believe Du Hao had left without telling Xiao Wu where he was going.

Perhaps sensing Tang San's persistence, Xiao Wu finally gave in.

"Enough time has passed. I suppose there's no harm in telling you..."