Battle Against Tang San, Geniuses Only See My Threshold!

Qin Qi and the little girl stepped onto the arena, following the rules of Spirit Masters by displaying their Spirit Rings and Martial Souls to one another.

"Hmph!"

"Don't you think you can beat me just because you have a century-old Spirit Ring!"

"A Spirit Master isn't just about Spirit Power and Spirit Rings; you also have to look at practical combat ability!"

"I started building my foundation at three years old, and when I was six, my father found three masters to teach me martial arts."

"Now that I'm eight, no one my age is a match for me!"

The little girl glared at Qin Qi with a haughty huff, her eyes filled with hostility and dissatisfaction.

She was not a Work-Study Student; she was a Formal Student, and the leader of the Formal Students at her own academy, no less.

Accustomed to being fawned over, she felt deeply resentful at being suddenly overshadowed by someone else.

"..."

Qin Qi remained silent, simply pulling out the Qi Poison Datura Snake. In an instant, the Qi Poison Datura Snake shot forward like a bolt!

The next second, the little girl was touched by the Qi Poison Datura Snake, and in a split second, she collapsed to the ground, her entire body convulsing.

As Qin Qi's cultivation level increased, the power of his Qi Poison had become even more concentrated.

"What are you chirping on about? I never even asked you anything."

"And while practical combat ability is indeed important, you can't beat me in that either."

Qin Qi shook his head and walked straight off the arena; he had another match to attend to.

He needed to finish quickly, collect his scholarship, and go buy the medicinal herbs required for his cultivation.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap!"

"A brilliant battle!"

The Principal of Notting stood up abruptly, clapping his hands with an expression of intense excitement on his face.

It was as if he had just witnessed an incredibly spectacular clash.

"..."

Meanwhile, the face of the academy principal to which the little girl belonged turned the color of liver.

He silently stood up, walked behind the Principal of Notting, and without a word, raised his foot and kicked him.

"Brilliant my foot! My student was taken out in a single second!"

"And you're over here calling it brilliant? Don't hold me back! No matter what, I'm going to break the leg of this shameless brat today!"

"Don't hold me back!"

That principal kicked his legs wildly; he had lost his temper, truly lost it. Losing wasn't shameful, but he couldn't stand this mockery.

"Calm down, calm down!"

"The children are still here, watch your image!"

"Restrain yourself, restrain yourself! If you want to fight, wait until there's no one around."

The other two academy principals held the enraged principal back with all their might, trying to persuade him.

After delivering his round of mockery, the Principal of Notting quietly slipped away; he truly couldn't beat this enraged principal in a fight.

In the blink of an eye, the first round of sparring concluded, leaving six people remaining, including Qin Qi, Xiao Wu, and Tang San.

They began drawing lots for the next round, and as luck would have it, Qin Qi drew Tang San.

"Good!"

Seeing this, the enraged principal couldn't help but stand up in excitement and cheer loudly.

"Sigh, it's alright. At least he didn't run into Xiao Wu."

The Principal of Notting sighed at the sight, though he wasn't overly worried; this wasn't the worst-case scenario.

After all, it was just a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

"Tang San, huh? This kid won't be easy to deal with."

Qin Qi thought for a moment before walking onto the arena. Even if he was difficult to deal with, he still had to fight; that glittering, golden scholarship was truly tempting.

"So, my opponent this time is Qin Qi."

Tang San watched Qin Qi walk onto the arena, the flames of fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.

He had watched Qin Qi hog the spotlight for some time now, and he felt more than a little jealous!

This was a perfect opportunity for him; he would defeat Qin Qi and prove that Blue Silver Grass was not a trash Martial Soul!

He would prove that he was not a failure!

"San, do your best!"

"I believe you can definitely do it. There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Spirit Masters!"

Yu Xiaogang, sitting in his wheelchair, had also come to watch the match, his gaze fixed on Qin Qi upon the arena.

The scene of being humiliated in the cafeteria that day still echoed in his mind, his eyes burning with rage!

He wanted to make this disrespectful brat realize his mistake, to let that boy know he was nothing more than a loach in shallow water!

He also wanted the academy's teachers to know that he, Yu Xiaogang, was no trash, no clown!

His student was the most formidable, and he, who could cultivate such a student, was the Grandmaster in every sense of the word!

"Hmm."

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, a flash of disgust in his eyes, though he quickly suppressed it.

"San, use your other Martial Soul if necessary."

Grandmaster whispered to Tang San.

Tang San did not answer Grandmaster; his Clear Sky Hammer might be a powerful Martial Soul.

But without a single Spirit Ring, the power it could exert was limited.

He felt that Yu Xiaogang had been blinded by the desire to win, to actually utter such foolish words.

Tang San stepped onto the arena, and the students of Notting Academy began to discuss among themselves.

"Who is stronger, Tang San or Qin Qi?"

"Why are you all looking at me? I don't know! When I fought Qin Qi, I was knocked down in a single blow."

Wang Sheng said hurriedly as he felt everyone's gaze fixed upon him.

On the other side, Xiao Wu also looked toward the arena, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Back when they were competing for the position of dormitory head, Qin Qi had taken the money and left, only returning at night.

Xiao Wu and Qin Qi had missed each other, and there was no time for a spar afterward; Qin Qi was either studying or working.

He would return to the dormitory and fall straight asleep, leaving Xiao Wu with no chance to test his skills, so she was very curious about Qin Qi's strength now.

Qin Qi and Tang San stood on the arena, looking at each other, Tang San's expression grave.

Hoo, even though his Spirit Power is higher than mine and his Martial Soul is better, I won't lose!

I still have the Tang Sect techniques: my Mysterious Jade Hand, Ghost Shadow, Purple Demon Eye, and Crane Controlling Dragon Capturing!

Our combat experience is simply not on the same level!

Thinking this, Tang San began to execute Ghost Shadow, his figure instantly becoming as elusive as a phantom!

"This, this is a Spirit Skill!"

"No, I don't sense any fluctuation of Spirit Power!"

"This unique footwork—even though this boy has a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, he is not to be underestimated!"

"So this kid was hiding this trick!"

Several principals wore expressions of shock; Tang San had not displayed Ghost Shadow before.

This profound footwork truly opened the eyes of the local principals.

But in Qin Qi's eyes:

"What is he doing? Dancing?"

Qin Qi looked at Tang San, who was jumping around like a clown, and wore a puzzled expression.

The core of Tang Sect techniques was to catch the opponent off guard, and the most important thing was to deliver a fatal blow with minimal movement.

What kind of assassin starts jumping around like a maniac before a strike? The best way to confuse someone is to hide one's intentions.

If you start jumping around, how are you supposed to hide your intentions?

Qin Qi said nothing, his aura completely retracted, making him seem like a piece of rotting wood.

He simply walked toward Tang San, his muscles completely relaxed.