Tang San and Xiao Wu Were No Match at All

Zhou Tong wore an amused expression. His opponent actually dared to challenge him. He was practically asking to die.

The next moment, he raised his right hand. The Thunderous Hell Vine in his palm sent out finger-thick, pale golden arcs of electricity that curled around his fingertips as he pointed at Tang San.

"I'd like to see what gives you the nerve to pit yourself against my thunder."

A flicker of fear crossed Tang San's eyes. It was a fear that came from deep within.

"Zhou Tong, you're just relying on the formidable external force of Heaven Lightning to throw your weight around."

"Without Heaven Lightning, what's your vine Martial Soul worth?"

Xiao Wu chimed in from the side. "Xiaosan is right. You're cheating. How are we supposed to fight like this?"

"Cheating?"

"External force?"

Zhou Tong let out a derisive laugh. Those two were cut from the same cloth. No wonder they shared a bed.

"We agreed to fight using our Martial Souls. Tang San, you can't take a loss, so now you're trying to cheat and pin the blame on me. Shameless."

"If you can't take a loss, don't play. Stop acting like a thug and picking fights everywhere."

"If you can't win, then admit defeat and hand over the Soul Tool."

Zhou Tong slowly raised his right hand toward Tang San and beckoned with a finger, his eyes full of contempt.

Little Scumbag had tried to provoke him again, but after discovering Zhou Tong's strength, he immediately wanted to cheat. Utterly shameless.

At this, Xiao Wu stamped her foot in anger, wishing she could step in herself.

Tang San saw this and had no choice but to steel himself. He summoned his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and quickly lit up his First Soul Ring.

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!"

In the next instant, more than a dozen thick strands of Blue Silver Grass sprouted beneath Zhou Tong's feet. Like venomous snakes, they coiled toward him, twisting and winding as they went.

Zhou Tong merely smiled. The aura of the Thunderous Hell Vine suddenly burst forth, and the pressure of a superior spread from within him.

The Thunderous Hell Vine was the king among Plant-type Soul Beasts. Though Tang San's Blue Silver Grass carried the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline, it had yet to fully awaken. Faced with the Thunderous Hell Vine, it naturally recoiled in fear.

The Blue Silver Grass Tang San had released suddenly went limp, bowing down beside Zhou Tong.

"How is this possible?"

Tang San cried out, shock and disbelief filling his eyes. "My Blue Silver Grass is actually afraid!"

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He roared, "Zhou Tong, what did you do to my Blue Silver Grass? You're cheating!"

At the same time, he decided that Zhou Tong had to die.

This kid was defying the heavens. He had to be eliminated before he became a grave threat.

Then Tang San abruptly raised his right hand and aimed it at Zhou Tong's eyes.

With a sharp click, three black streaks shot out from his sleeve, flying silently toward Zhou Tong.

However, Zhou Tong had long been on guard against Tang Biesan.

The man had always been untrustworthy, shameless, and unscrupulous. He had agreed to use no aid beyond his Martial Soul, then tossed that promise aside in the blink of an eye.

That was the way of a demon: stop at nothing. Cheating, swindling, lying, stealing, robbing, and killing—anything went.

Whoosh!

Just then, Zhou Tong spun aside, dodging the Hidden Weapons. At the same time, his Martial Soul moved in an instant, and a pale golden bolt of lightning shot out, striking Tang San.

Caught off guard, Tang San convulsed. The next volley of Hidden Weapons veered off course, flying straight toward Xiao Wu.

"Ah!"

One of the Sleeve Arrows meant for Zhou Tong plunged right into Xiao Wu's thigh, drawing a cry of pain from her.

"Xiaosan, why did you hit me?"

"They're Hidden Weapons!"

Xiao Wu was furious. She hadn't expected Tang San to resort to such a low trick.

The people around them stared in shock.

He'd actually used Hidden Weapons? Tang San was so underhanded.

And hadn't they just agreed that they could only use their Martial Souls?

Tang San had pulled out Hidden Weapons. That was against the rules.

"No, Xiao Wu, listen to me!"

Tang San shouted and tried to rush over to help Xiao Wu, but Zhou Tong had already moved.

Two purple-green vines shot out and tightly bound Tang San's hands.

Thump!

Zhou Tong's vines yanked Tang San off his feet. He crashed to the ground, landing hard five meters away and kicking up a spray of dirt.

Pfft!

The tremendous impact made Tang San spit out a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale, while Xiao Wu had passed out nearby.

Zhou Tong stood calmly where he was, his face full of disdain.

By rights, he should have killed Tang San, that demon, right there.

But he was worried Tang Hao might be hiding nearby, so he didn't press the attack.

With Tang Biesan's personality, he would have died countless times over if not for his powerful background.

Tang Biesan looked up at Zhou Tong, who was gazing down at him. Gasping like an ox, his eyes bloodshot, he snarled, "Zhou Tong, what trick did you use to make my Blue Silver Grass stop responding?"

"Hahaha, that's hilarious."

"You've already become his disciple. Didn't Yu Xiaogang tell you that Martial Souls can counter one another?"

"Your Blue Silver Grass comes up against my Thunderous Hell Vine, and it's like a grandson meeting his grandpa. It doesn't dare fight back."

Zhou Tong's taunt left Tang San stunned.

Yu Xiaogang had never told him that.

Could the Grandmaster really not know something?

The perfect teacher Yu Xiaogang had built himself up to be began to crack in Tang San's heart.

Seeing this, Zhou Tong swept out his hand, and the Thunderous Hell Vine wound around the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and pulled it over.

"No!"

"That was a gift from the Grandmaster! You can't take it!"

Tang San roared.

"Hmph. Tang San, if you can't take a loss, don't go picking fights."

"You should be more worried about Xiao Wu, whom you just badly injured with those sinister Hidden Weapons."

With that, Zhou Tong calmly headed to the administration building. He could graduate now and leave whenever he wanted.

Tang San's eyes turned venomous as he glared at Zhou Tong's back and roared, "Zhou Tong, one day I'll kill you with my own hands and take back everything that belongs to me!"

Zhou Tong didn't look back. With his back to Tang San, he replied calmly, "A defeated opponent like you isn't worthy of being my rival in the future."

"I'll give you time to catch up."

"The future High-level Soul Master Tournament will be your chance to catch up with me."

"I hope your Martial Soul can do its best."

Zhou Tong spoke with confidence.

Tang Xiaosan was the sort of person who was just begging for a beating, but Zhou Tong didn't want to take risks right now and provoke Tang Hao.

Once Zhou Tong grew stronger, he would make sure to deal with Tang San and his whole pack of beasts.

Tang San watched Zhou Tong walk away, his fists clenched, his eyes almost devouring him.

At that moment, Tang Hao, hiding in the forest of Notting Academy, watched the scene with cold eyes.

His gaunt, pale face was full of malice, and his sinister gaze fixed on the direction Zhou Tong had gone.

"Kid, I'll let you live a few more years and serve as a whetstone for Xiaosan."

"Having Xiaosan kill you with his own hands—that's your greatest value."

"Xiaosan's Martial Soul may be weak now, but once he awakens the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline, he'll be the emperor among Plant-type Soul Beasts, and he'll be far stronger than that kid."