The Academy Grand Competition, Tang San Is Too Brutal, the Students Avoid Him Like the Plague!

"Me? I'm number 84." After saying that, Lin Hui even showed Xiao Wu the white ball he'd drawn.

The smile on Xiao Wu's face grew even brighter.

"All three of us have innate full soul power. We can finally see who's stronger this time. I'm going to knock you both flat later, so don't go easy on me!"

Tang San couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Why had someone else suddenly appeared in the world that had once held only him and Xiao Wu?!

No. He had to win Xiao Wu back!

Tang San gave an awkward smile. "Xiao Wu, if we really face each other, I'll go easy on you. Don't worry..."

But to Xiao Wu, that sounded as if he were deliberately holding back for her sake!

It really annoyed her!

"Third Brother, just fight with all your strength..." Xiao Wu smiled awkwardly too. For some reason, she felt more and more uncomfortable whenever she was around Tang San.

When Tang San saw that Xiao Wu wasn't as grateful as he'd expected, he grew both irritated and anxious.

Lin Hui smiled too.

"Of course. If you end up facing me, I'd advise you to go all out from the start. Otherwise, I'll knock you flat in no time!"

"Hmph! We'll see who knocks whom flat!" Xiao Wu made a face at Lin Hui.

Seeing Xiao Wu and Lin Hui grow closer and closer, Tang San's expression darkened further.

By then, he had made up his mind: once he stepped into the ring, he would prove himself to Lin Hui in no uncertain terms!

After Teacher Li Chun had sorted out all the students' numbers, she divided them into two brackets according to their numbers, with each bracket split into four sections.

Xiao Wu was in one bracket, while Lin Hui and Tang San were in the other.

Looking at the match schedule posted on the wooden frame in front of the ring, Xiao Wu was fired up.

"Looks like you two will have to settle things between yourselves first. The winner can face me afterward!" Xiao Wu pumped her fist.

But to Tang San, those words sounded as if the one who won between them would earn even more of Xiao Wu's favor.

"For Xiao Wu's sake, if I face Lin Hui in the competition, I'll beat him soundly!" The desire to win burned even stronger in Tang San's eyes.

Lin Hui, however, didn't have that kind of burden weighing on him. After all, Xiao San's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, while his own was the Blue Silver Emperor. He didn't know what would happen if the two actually clashed, but he should have the better odds.

Soon, the matches began.

The entire Academy Grand Competition was expected to last only one day, so the schedule was tight.

"Match four: Wang Sheng versus Liu Jian!"

Wang Sheng's Martial Soul was the War Tiger, while Liu Jian's was the Fire Wolf. But as the former leader of Dorm Seven, Wang Sheng had some skill. Three or four minutes later, Liu Jian was on the ground, surrendering.

"I'm done! I'm done! I give up!" As Wang Sheng's other fist came swinging toward him, Liu Jian lay on the ground, waving his hands and begging for mercy.

"Haha, you let me win." After winning the match, Wang Sheng still returned the courtesy politely.

Once Wang Sheng got off the stage, Xiao Wu suddenly slapped him on the back.

"Not bad, Wang Sheng! You didn't let Sister Xiao Wu down!"

"Of course! Who doesn't know who my Sister Xiao Wu is?" Wang Sheng replied with a grin. By then, he'd already decided that if he faced Xiao Wu later, he'd put up a token fight before surrendering.

After all, he'd seen Xiao Wu's brutality more than once.

Tang San had seen this exchange too.

"Just as I thought. Xiao Wu likes strong people. I'll show everyone how strong I am in the ring later!"

The matches continued.

"Next match: Tang San versus Xiao Chenyu!"

Since it was Tang San's first appearance, the teachers and students across the academy were full of anticipation.

Even Yu Xiaogang was sitting up straighter than before.

"That four-hundred-year-old Datura Snake last time was completely defeated by Xiao San. He may have had a bit of luck on his side, but that still proves how strong he is." Yu Xiaogang offered a brief analysis.

After Tang San stepped into the ring, Yu Xiaogang deliberately called out from the sidelines.

"Xiao San, with the First Soul Ring I carefully chose for you, just stay calm and fight as usual!"

Now everyone in the academy would know that he had chosen that Soul Ring for Tang San. Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

Tang San glanced at Yu Xiaogang and nodded.

In the ring, Xiao Chenyu mocked him. "Hmph, Tang San. I heard you have innate full soul power, but you're still just a commoner. I'm the city lord's son. I'll show you the difference between commoners and nobles!"

At those words, Tang San's face darkened. He clenched his fists in anger.

"Good. The match begins now!" Teacher Li Chun shouted.

As soon as Li Chun finished speaking, Tang San charged forward.

"First Soul Skill: Wolf Soul Possession!" Xiao Chenyu shouted. This Soul Skill could instantly boost his strength, speed, and attack power by fifteen percent. For a first Soul Skill, it was already quite impressive.

Xiao Chenyu charged too.

"Just give up already!"

But Xiao Chenyu soon noticed that Tang San had no intention of using a Soul Skill.

"You still haven't used your First Soul Skill? Are you waiting for me to knock you flat?"

Realizing that Tang San was looking down on him, Xiao Chenyu grew angry.

"You're not worth me going all out," Tang San said.

Soon, the two clashed.

The moment Xiao Chenyu's fist touched Tang San's arm, he saw Tang San's palm move like a snake, nimbly winding around his back shoulder.

It was the Tang Sect Secret Art, Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon!

"I... Am I seeing things? What incredible footwork!" Xiao Chenyu was stunned. He hadn't expected that even after using his Soul Skill, he'd still be slower than Tang San without one!

One palm strike nearly beat Xiao Chenyu half to death, but he somehow managed to stay on his feet.

But Tang San spun around and charged at him again.

After a brief exchange of two moves, Xiao Chenyu wasn't so lucky this time.

Tang San landed a punch straight to his abdomen, knocking him out of the ring.

Xiao Chenyu flew more than ten meters before finally spitting up a mouthful of blood!

Then he passed out.

"T-That was too brutal!" A student watching nearby quickly cried out in shock.

"They're classmates. Did he really have to hit him that hard?" another student said.

The students had only just enrolled and hadn't been through many proper fights. Naturally, they found such a bloody scene hard to stomach.

"My next match is against Tang San. Is he going to hit me that hard too?" a boy cried, as if he'd suddenly realized something.

At that moment, every student in the crowd turned their gaze toward Tang San, and, in their minds, they all imagined themselves as the victim.

Then, without even realizing it, they edged a few steps away from Tang San, avoiding him as if he were the God of Plague.