This King Will Weigh Tang San

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 out.

Yu Xiaogang turned to look at Tang San.

Tang San's expression was calm.

But there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"How dare this man insult Teacher."

"Your disciple wishes to exchange a few pointers with him."

The moment he said this.

Everyone from the Feng Clan frowned.

Exchange pointers?

Feng Xiaoyuan raised an eyebrow.

Here came the classic part.

You already have a way to your death.

Satisfaction appeared in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

Sure enough.

At the critical moment, his own disciple was still reliable.

Then he pretended to hesitate.

"Little San."

"Isn't this inappropriate?"

Tang San lowered his head slightly.

"He and I will only be sparring."

"We'll stop at the proper point. I won't kill him."

Only then did Yu Xiaogang reluctantly nod.

"In that case."

"Then have a spar."

After saying that.

He even deliberately looked toward the Feng Clan members.

As if he could already see the scene of Tang San winning.

After all.

Tang San had already obtained his first spirit ring.

While Feng Xiaoyuan had not.

A one-ring spirit master against a zero-ring spirit master. The advantage was ours.

However.

The elders of the Feng Clan all frowned.

The Great Elder spoke directly.

"Impossible."

"Little Yuan hasn't obtained a spirit ring yet."

"How could he possibly contend against a one-ring spirit master?"

The Second Elder also nodded.

"This fight is unfair."

When Yu Xiaogang heard this.

He said indifferently:

"A true genius."

"Never fears a challenge."

Feng Xiaoyuan almost laughed out loud.

Yu Xiaogang's double standards really were the same as ever.

Feng Xiaoyuan suddenly spoke.

"I can spar with you."

The hall instantly fell silent.

Feng Yan frowned.

"Xiaoyuan, this isn't something to fool around with. He's a one-ring soul master. How can you possibly stand against him?"

Feng Xiaoyuan only smiled.

"Father."

"Don't worry."

"I'll just become the honored one."

Looking at the confident expression on his son's face, Feng Yan ultimately did not stop him.

At the center of the Martial Arts Arena, people were packed together—students of Divine Wind Academy and disciples of the Feng Clan alike.

And in the center of the Martial Arts Arena, two figures faced each other in confrontation.

Tang San looked at Feng Xiaoyuan standing opposite him, his expression languid.

How outrageous. Not only did he humiliate Teacher, he even dares to look down on me like this. This man already has a path to death.

"Today, I'll show you the difference between a one-ring soul master and someone with zero rings."

"Tang San, martial soul Blue Silver Grass, rank thirteen one-ring control-system soul master."

As he spoke, a 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 take your measure."

After the two of them had exchanged their information, a yellow soul ring rose beneath Tang San's feet.

"A hundred-year soul ring."

"He really is a one-ring soul master."

"This really doesn't look good."

Tang San wanted to end it quickly, giving Feng Xiaoyuan no chance to struggle.

He directly released his first soul skill.

"First soul skill, Blue Silver Entanglement."

A large amount of Blue Silver Grass drilled out of the ground.

It 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 out a Soul Power Pistol from who knew where.

The muzzle aimed at the onrushing Blue Silver Grass.

Bang!

With a tremendous blast, the Blue Silver Grass instantly shattered into fragments.

While Tang San was stunned, Grey Wolf fired several more shots at Tang San.

Tang San was hit in the shoulder. Grimacing in pain, he hurriedly used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to retreat backward.

He raised his hand, and his Sleeve Arrow fired, blocking the remaining Soul Power Bullets.

Off the stage, when Yu Xiaogang saw Tang San injured, he immediately shouted in fury.

"Cheating! This is cheating!"

"How can soul masters use external objects like this in battle?"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at the Soul Power Pistol in Grey Wolf's hand.

Feng Xiaoyuan mocked him.

"Grandmaster Yu, that thing your precious disciple Tang San just flung out from his sleeve probably wasn't something a soul master naturally had either, was it?"

Yu Xiaogang could no longer sit still. He cleared his throat, braced himself, and took a step forward, forcibly putting on the airs of an enlightened expert.

"What do you know!"

"In a clash between soul masters, any means necessary are fair game."

"The fact that Xiaosan can make reasonable use of the tools he carries only proves that he has a flexible mind in actual combat."

Feng Xiaoyuan looked at Yu Xiaogang's double standards.

He decided not to bother with him anymore and turned back to keep his eyes on Tang San.

"Tang San, you shouldn't have much left in your sleeve, right?"

"Let's see how many more shots you can withstand."

Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge several shots.

"Heh, this weapon of yours isn't much after all."

When Grey Wolf saw Tang San dodge several shots, he jumped up excitedly.

"Good, good."

"Let this king show you my big treasure."

As he spoke, Grey Wolf took out a metal sphere.

Tang San saw this.

His heart instantly sank.

A sense of danger welled up inside him.

"Art is Patrick Star!"

After Grey Wolf said that, he threw the Soul Power Grenade at Tang San.

BOOM!!!

The entire Martial Arts Arena was instantly engulfed in soaring flames, shattered stones flying everywhere.

The shockwave swept over the people nearby.

Feng Yan and the others stood up in shock.

"That power is comparable to a full-force strike from a grand soul master."

When the smoke and dust dispersed, Tang San was lying on the ground in a sorry state.

His clothes were torn apart, and his hair was scorched black.

Blood still trailed from the corner of his mouth.

There wasn't a single intact spot on his entire body.

When Yu Xiaogang saw this, he was instantly frantic with worry.

"Xiaosan, my Xiaosan, you absolutely mustn't be hurt!"

He hurriedly carried Tang San on his back to look for a healing soul master.

After everyone watched Yu Xiaogang leave with Tang San on his back, Feng Yan said, "All right, disperse. Don't crowd around here."

Immediately after, Feng Yan took Feng Xiaoyuan by the hand and walked into the council hall.

"Xiaoyuan, what exactly is this thing?"

As soon as he said this, several elders of the Feng Clan also stared fixedly at the things in Grey Wolf's hands.

Feng Xiaoyuan had not yet had time to speak

when Grey Wolf jumped up smugly.

His tail was practically about to stick up into the sky.

"Hahahaha!"

"Now you've finally witnessed this king's greatness, haven't you?"

"These are the Soul Power Pistol and Soul Power Grenade that this king painstakingly developed."

Looking at Grey Wolf's sleazy expression, Feng Xiaoyuan could not hold back and sent Grey Wolf flying with one smack of the Frying Pan.

"I will definitely be back!"

"All right, Father. Actually, these should probably count as soul tools."

When Feng Yan heard this, he immediately felt puzzled.

"Soul tools? Weren't soul tools lost long ago?"

"All that's been passed down on the continent are just some storage soul tools, right?"

"Father, this is actually thanks to Grey Wolf. He understands soul tools quite well."

"Then can these soul tools be mass-produced?"

"Probably not right now. Grey Wolf is still too weak at the moment."

"A lot of ideas can't be realized."

"And in fact, even the Soul Power Pistol and Soul Power Grenade are experimental products. They're extremely unstable."

"Maybe after I obtain my first soul ring, there'll be a breakthrough."

After Feng Yan listened to Feng Xiaoyuan's words, he suddenly remembered that Feng Xiaoyuan was only a rank-ten Soul Scholar.

After he obtained his first soul ring, what would be different about the soul tools Grey Wolf made?

And what would they be like in the future, after he became a Titled Douluo?

At this thought, even Feng Yan could not help looking forward to it.

A moment later, Feng Yan patted Feng Xiaoyuan on the shoulder.

"Good lad. In that case, we'll set off for the Soul Hunting Forest tomorrow."

"First, we'll get your first soul ring."

"As for the matter of the soul tools,"

"we'll study it slowly after we return."