This Is a Clash of Blue Silver Grass!

Tang San sized up Tang Wulin standing beside him. This guy gave him a familiar feeling. Could they have met somewhere before?

But he had hardly ever been to Suotuo City since childhood. How could he possibly have seen him?

Tang San shook his head, throwing this inexplicable feeling out of his mind.

No matter what, this person was from that academy—the academy that had eliminated him.

Tang San's gaze turned cold.

The two followed the staff through the corridor. The middle-aged man in the tuxedo on the arena began his introduction again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next one-on-one match is about to begin!"

"First, let us introduce this contestant: Tang San! A control-type Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster!"

The moment he finished speaking, whispers rose from the audience.

"Blue Silver Grass? Isn't that a Trash Martial Soul?"

"A Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster at that age isn't too bad..."

"It's just that his Martial Soul is too trashy..."

Tang San stood at one side of the arena, his expression unchanged.

He had heard such words far too many times. Back in Notting City, everyone who learned of his Martial Soul reacted this way. He was already used to it. Afterward, he would ruthlessly slap them in the face.

"Next, contestant Tang Wulin! He is also a control-type Battle Soul Master, his Martial Soul is also Blue Silver Grass, and he is also a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster!"

The audience's whispers turned into cries of surprise.

"Blue Silver Grass again?"

"What's going on today? Two Soul Masters with Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls ran into each other?"

"Interesting, interesting. Trash Martial Soul against Trash Martial Soul. Let's see who wins."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

This person's surname was Tang, his Martial Soul was also Blue Silver Grass, and his Soul Power Level was also at two rings.

Tang San scrutinized Tang Wulin again. The youth's build, features, even the way he stood, all gave him a powerful sense of déjà vu.

He did not keep thinking about it, because the match was about to begin.

A glint of cold light flashed through Tang San's eyes.

That academy had eliminated him, believing he was unworthy of becoming their student.

Now, he would use his strength to prove that the person they had eliminated was stronger than their students.

The middle-aged man in the tuxedo retreated to the edge of the arena and sharply brought down his raised arm.

"Match begin!"

Tang San did not hesitate. He released his Martial Soul immediately.

Blue Silver Grass surged from his palm. Deep-blue vines twisted and stretched like serpents.

Two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet, slowly pulsing with a faint glow.

Having a yellow First Soul Ring was already quite good.

Tang San's gaze fell on Tang Wulin as he waited for him to release his Martial Soul.

He was already prepared to defeat Tang Wulin with his First Soul Skill, Blue Silver Entanglement. His Blue Silver Grass was poisonous. Tang Wulin probably never imagined that, did he?

Tang Wulin raised his hand.

Blue Silver Grass surged from his palm. Thick vines burst forth, their surfaces patterned with golden markings.

At the same time, two purple Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.

Two thousand-year Soul Rings.

The entire venue fell silent.

The audience gaped, unable to make a sound. How was that possible? A Trash Martial Soul actually had two thousand-year Soul Rings?

Even Flender in the stands was stunned. How could this be possible?

Tang San froze where he stood.

His pupils shrank violently as he stared at the two purple Soul Rings beneath Tang Wulin's feet, his mind going blank.

A thousand-year First Soul Ring. A thousand-year Second Soul Ring.

What did that even mean? Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang had once told him that the limit of the human body was a Soul Ring from a Soul Beast of just over four hundred years for the First Soul Ring. Beyond that, the body would collapse from being unable to bear the Soul Ring's energy.

Yet the person before him had two thousand-year Soul Rings.

And his Blue Silver Grass... Tang San looked down at the slender deep-blue vines in his hand, then at the thick vines in Tang Wulin's hand.

Impossible. Grandmaster's theory could not be wrong.

But the facts were right in front of him.

Tang San gritted his teeth and suppressed the shock in his heart.

No matter what color the other party's Soul Rings were, no matter how thick his Blue Silver Grass was, he could not lose.

He could not let the people from that academy laugh at him.

Tang San made the first move.

"First Soul Skill, Blue Silver Entanglement!"

The Blue Silver Grass vines in his hand shot out, rushing toward Tang Wulin. They rapidly extended through the air and reached Tang Wulin in the blink of an eye.

A slight curve formed at Tang San's lips. His Blue Silver Grass was poisonous. As long as it entangled Tang Wulin, even if it merely grazed his skin, the poison would invade his body.

Tang Wulin watched the incoming vines without retreating or even panicking.

He raised his hand as well.

"First Soul Skill, Entangle."

Vines shot from his hand, faster than Tang San's and more powerful than Tang San's. The two masses of vines collided in midair.

Crack—!

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was like paper. Tang Wulin's vines directly crushed it, and shattered fragments of broken vines scattered everywhere, littering the arena floor.

Tang San was stunned.

His Blue Silver Grass had broken?

It had been snapped so easily by the other party's vines? It had not even held out for a breath?

Tang San looked at the vines broken into several sections on the ground, an indescribable emotion rising in his heart.

Grandmaster had said that Blue Silver Grass was a Trash Martial Soul, but through acquired cultivation and the right Soul Ring combination, it could still become powerful.

Tang San had always believed that, because his Blue Silver Grass truly was much stronger than ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

But Tang Wulin before him also possessed a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, yet he was more than a level stronger than Tang San.

"Two thousand-year Soul Rings..."

"His First Soul Ring is a thousand-year one. His foundation is far stronger than mine. This defeat isn't my fault. His Soul Ring configuration simply exceeds common sense."

But immediately afterward, another thought surfaced from the depths of his heart.

Why could Tang Wulin do it? Why could his First Soul Ring be a thousand-year one?

If Grandmaster's theory was correct, Tang Wulin could not possibly have done it.

If Tang Wulin had done it, then Grandmaster's theory was wrong.

Tang San was unwilling to accept that conclusion.

But what he was even less willing to accept was that he had lost. In that academy's Virtual Space, Yue Zhengyu had announced his elimination.

Now, on the stage of this Great Soul Arena, before he had even done anything, he had already been suppressed by his opponent.

Tang San took a deep breath and calmed down again.

His Blue Silver Grass was not as thick as his opponent's, and his Soul Rings were not as high-grade, but he still had other trump cards.

Purple Demon Eye, activate.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, activate.

A faint purple light appeared in Tang San's eyes, and Tang Wulin's movements became much clearer to him.

His steps became elusive, his figure swaying from side to side across the arena, making it difficult for his opponent to lock onto his position.

At the same time, his right hand quietly slipped into his sleeve.

Sleeve Arrow.

This was one of the most concealed hidden weapons of the Tang Sect. Hidden within the sleeve, it could be fired by triggering its mechanism.

The arrowhead was coated in a paralyzing toxin. As long as it struck the target, they would lose their ability to move.

Tang San's finger rested on the Sleeve Arrow's mechanism as he prepared to search for the right opportunity.

Tang Wulin noticed the change in Tang San's gaze. He did not rush to attack, instead standing where he was while golden-blue vines slowly swayed around his body.

Tang San's figure suddenly lowered, and his right hand violently flicked out from his sleeve.

Whoosh—!

A tiny Sleeve Arrow shot from Tang San's cuff, moving so fast it was nearly impossible to see with the naked eye.

The arrowhead glimmered with an eerie blue light beneath the lamps as it flew straight toward Tang Wulin's face.

Tang Wulin reacted far faster than Tang San had expected.

He did not even dodge. He merely lifted his hand slightly, and a thick vine automatically sprang up, blocking before him like a shield.

Clang!

The Sleeve Arrow struck the vine. Its tip pierced the vine's outer layer, but it stopped after entering only a tiny amount.

The golden markings on the vine's surface flickered, and the Sleeve Arrow was sent flying, landing on the arena floor.

Tang San's pupils sharply contracted.

His Sleeve Arrow could not pierce the other party's Blue Silver Grass?

Was that vine really that hard?

Tang Wulin gave Tang San no chance to react. At an astonishing speed, he controlled his Blue Silver Grass to surround Tang San. Even Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track could not function at this moment.

Very quickly, Tang Wulin's vines wrapped around his waist, arms, and legs.

The force was astonishing. Tang San struggled desperately, only to find that his strength was utterly insignificant before his opponent.

Then, dragged by the vines, he flew toward Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin gave him no opportunity to counterattack.

The moment Tang San was dragged before him, Tang Wulin clenched his right hand into a fist and punched Tang San in the chest.

The power behind that punch was extraordinary.

Tang San felt as if his chest had been rammed by a Soul Beast, his organs churning violently.

His body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the arena before sliding several more meters and finally coming to a stop.

Pfft—

Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the arena floor red.

He lay facedown on the ground and tried to get up, but after bracing himself with one arm, it went limp again.

How could a control-type Soul Master possess such tremendous strength?

Weren't control-type Soul Masters supposed to specialize in control?

Tang San quickly fainted.

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