Inside the council hall.
The atmosphere had already dropped to freezing point.
Yu Xiaogang's face was livid.
Feng Xiaoyuan, however, looked perfectly calm.
Just then.
Tang San's voice broke the silence.
"Teacher."
Tang San stepped forward.
Yu Xiaogang turned to look at Tang San.
Tang San's expression was calm.
But there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.
"How dare this man humiliate my teacher?"
"I would like to ask him for a little instruction."
At those words.
The members of the Feng Clan all frowned.
Instruction?
Feng Xiaoyuan raised an eyebrow.
Here came the classic routine.
You have already earned yourself a death sentence.
Satisfaction appeared in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
Just as expected.
At a crucial moment, his own disciple was still the one he could count on.
Then he feigned hesitation.
"Xiao San."
"Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
Tang San lowered his head slightly.
"We would merely be sparring."
"I'll stop once the outcome is clear. I won't kill him."
Only then did Yu Xiaogang reluctantly nod.
"In that case."
"Have a sparring match, then."
After saying that.
He deliberately glanced at the Feng Clan members.
As though he could already see Tang San winning.
After all.
Tang San had already obtained his first soul ring.
Whereas Feng Xiaoyuan had not.
A One-Ring Soul Master against a Soul Master with no rings—the advantage is mine.
However.
The Feng Clan elders all frowned.
The Great Elder spoke up directly.
"Absolutely not."
"Xiaoyuan hasn't obtained a spirit ring yet."
"How could he contend with a One-Ring Soul Master?"
The Second Elder nodded as well.
"This match is unfair."
Hearing that, Yu Xiaogang.
Merely said coolly:
"A true genius."
"Never fears a challenge."
Feng Xiaoyuan almost laughed aloud.
Yu Xiaogang's double standards were as consistent as ever.
Feng Xiaoyuan suddenly spoke.
"I can spar with you."
The hall instantly fell silent.
Feng Yan frowned.
"Xiaoyuan, this is no time for fooling around. He's a One-Ring Soul Master. How could you contend with him?"
Feng Xiaoyuan smiled instead.
"Father."
"Don't worry."
"I'll simply become an exalted one."
Seeing his son's confident expression.
Feng Yan ultimately did not stop him.
At the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
A sea of heads filled the place, with both Godwind Academy students and Feng Clan disciples present.
And in the center of the Martial Arts Arena, two figures faced each other.
Tang San looked at Feng Xiaoyuan standing opposite him with a languid expression.
Outrageous! Not only did he humiliate Teacher, he dares to look down on me like this. This man has already earned himself a death sentence.
"Today, I'll show you the gap between a One-Ring Soul Master and someone with no rings."
"Tang San. Martial soul: Blue Silver Grass. Rank thirteen, one-ring control-type Soul Master."
As he spoke, blue light enveloped him.
Stalks of blue silver grass spread out from beneath his feet.
"Feng Xiaoyuan. Martial soul: Grey Wolf. Rank ten Soul Scholar."
Grey Wolf, who had been sitting on Feng Xiaoyuan's shoulder, jumped down.
"Let this king put you to the test."
After the two had finished introducing themselves, a yellow spirit ring rose beneath Tang San's feet.
"A hundred-year soul ring."
"He really is a One-Ring Soul Master."
"This really isn't looking good."
Tang San wanted to end the fight quickly, giving Feng Xiaoyuan no chance to struggle.
He immediately unleashed his first soul skill.
"First soul skill, Blue Silver Entanglement!"
Large quantities of blue silver grass burst out of the ground.
They swept toward Grey Wolf, who stood in front of Feng Xiaoyuan.
Just as the blue silver grass was about to reach Grey Wolf.
Grey Wolf pulled a Soul Power Pistol out of nowhere.
He aimed its muzzle at the oncoming blue silver grass.
Bang!
A deafening shot rang out.
The blue silver grass instantly shattered into fragments.
While Tang San stood stunned.
Grey Wolf fired several more shots at him.
A shot struck Tang San's shoulder. Wincing in pain, he hurriedly used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to retreat.
He raised his hand and fired his Sleeve Arrow.
It intercepted the remaining Soul Power Bullets.
Seeing Tang San injured, Yu Xiaogang shouted furiously from the sidelines.
"Cheating! You're cheating!"
"How can you use external objects like these in a fight between Soul Masters?"
Yu Xiaogang pointed at the Soul Power Pistol in Grey Wolf's hand.
Feng Xiaoyuan sneered.
"Grandmaster Yu, that thing your precious disciple Tang San just shot out of his sleeve wasn't something a Soul Master naturally comes equipped with either, was it?"
Yu Xiaogang could no longer sit still. Clearing his throat, he brazenly stepped forward and forced himself into the pose of an aloof expert:
"What do you know!"
"In a clash between Soul Masters, every means available is fair game."
"Xiao San's effective use of the tools he carries proves precisely how adaptable he is in actual combat."
Watching Yu Xiaogang display his double standards.
Feng Xiaoyuan decided to ignore him and turned back to keep his eyes on Tang San.
"Tang San, you shouldn't have many of those things left in your sleeve, should you?"
"Let's see how many more shots you can withstand."
After Tang San dodged several shots using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
"Heh, that weapon of yours isn't so impressive after all."
Seeing Tang San dodge several shots, Grey Wolf jumped up excitedly.
"Not bad, not bad."
"Let me show you this king's big treasure."
As he spoke, Grey Wolf pulled out a metal sphere.
At the sight.
Tang San immediately felt that something was wrong.
A sense of danger welled up within him.
"Art is Patrick Star!"
With that, Grey Wolf threw the Soul Power Grenade at Tang San.
Boom!!!
Flames instantly soared into the sky above the entire Martial Arts Arena, and shattered stones flew everywhere.
The shock wave swept over the surrounding spectators.
Feng Yan and the others rose to their feet in shock.
"That power rivals a Soul Grandmaster's all-out strike."
The smoke and dust dispersed.
Tang San lay on the ground in a wretched state.
His clothes were torn, and his hair was scorched black.
Blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth.
Not a single part of his body was left unscathed.
At the sight, Yu Xiaogang's heart burned with anxiety.
"Xiao San, my Xiao San, please don't let anything happen to you!"
He hurriedly carried Tang San on his back to find a healing Soul Master.
After everyone watched Yu Xiaogang carry Tang San away.
Feng Yan spoke.
"All right, disperse. Stop crowding around here."
Then Feng Yan took Feng Xiaoyuan by the hand and led him into the council hall.
"Xiaoyuan, what exactly are these things?"
At those words, several Feng Clan elders also fixed their eyes on the things in Grey Wolf's hands.
Before Feng Xiaoyuan could speak.
Grey Wolf jumped up smugly.
His tail was practically sticking up into the sky.
"Hahahaha!"
"You've finally witnessed this king's greatness, haven't you?"
"These are the Soul Power Pistol and Soul Power Grenade, painstakingly developed by this king."
Seeing Grey Wolf's insufferably smug expression, Feng Xiaoyuan could not resist smacking him away with a frying pan.
"I'll be back!"
"All right, Father. Actually, these should count as Soul Tools."
Hearing that, Feng Yan immediately grew puzzled.
"Soul Tools? Wasn't the art of making Soul Tools lost long ago?"
"Only a few Storage Soul Guidance Devices have been passed down on the continent, haven't they?"
"Father, we actually have Grey Wolf to thank for this. He knows quite a lot about Soul Tools."
"Then can these Soul Tools be mass-produced?"
"Probably not yet. Grey Wolf is still too weak."
"There are many ideas he can't put into practice."
"In fact, even the Soul Power Pistol and Soul Power Grenade are experimental and extremely unstable."
"Perhaps there'll be a breakthrough once I obtain my First Soul Ring."
After listening to Feng Xiaoyuan, Feng Yan suddenly remembered
that Feng Xiaoyuan was only a level-ten Soul Scholar.
How would the Soul Tools Grey Wolf made change after Feng Xiaoyuan obtained his First Soul Ring?
And what would they be like when Feng Xiaoyuan became a Titled Douluo?
At the thought,
even Feng Yan couldn't help looking forward to it.
A moment later, Feng Yan patted Feng Xiaoyuan on the shoulder.
"That's my boy. In that case, we'll leave for the Soul Hunting Forest tomorrow."
"First, we'll get you your First Soul Ring."
"As for the Soul Tools,"
"we'll study them properly when we get back."
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