The Freeloader Master's Soul Skill Was Actually This Terrifying?!

Tang San felt a wave of heat rush toward him through his nostrils.

Beads of sweat slowly rolled down his cheeks.

Was this really an ordinary red-tasseled spear?

For a moment, he even doubted Yu Xiaogang's judgment.

But he quickly cast the thought aside.

"Teacher is absolutely right!"

"Blue Silver Grass!"

Tang San used his attack to make his stance clear.

Strands of blue Blue Silver Grass spread across the ground, winding toward Li Zha's legs.

Li Zha snorted softly and dragged the spear in his hand across the ground.

Sparks flew like lightning.

The Blue Silver Grass withered completely in an instant.

Yet Tang San did not panic at all. His left hand quietly reached behind his back.

Silver glinted between his fingers.

Several poisoned needles poked out slightly.

Li Zha naturally knew just how underhanded Tang San was at this stage.

With his Hidden Weapons alone, he had a chance to kill a Soul Master even without soul skills.

Li Zha did not hesitate in the slightest and decisively charged in with his spear!

No matter how powerful Hidden Weapons were, their strength lay primarily in being hidden!

Once exposed, they were not impossible to defend against!

Moreover, he knew Tang San was the type to hold grudges over the smallest slight.

Since they had already become enemies, reconciliation was naturally impossible.

Screech—!

The Flaming-tipped Spear dragged across the ground, trailing sparks all the way.

He rapidly closed in and swept the spear toward Tang San.

Tang San was instantly startled.

He had intended to use the Blue Silver Grass to make Li Zha lower his guard, then launch a sneak attack from behind!

He wanted to kill this man who showed no respect for his teacher in a single move!

Yet the other party had charged straight at him!

And his speed far exceeded Tang San's expectations!

This guy!

The spearhead swept up from the ground before his eyes, growing larger and larger in his pupils.

Tang San had nowhere to dodge!

"Mysterious Jade Hand!"

His right hand turned jade-white as he slapped directly at the spearhead before him!

Clang!

"Purple Demon Eyes!"

At the same time, he bent backward and retreated, his eyes locked firmly onto Li Zha!

He quickly found an opening!

His left hand immediately fired the poisoned needles he had prepared long ago.

"Don't blame me. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for disrespecting Teacher!"

Li Zha remained calm as he raised his left arm to block.

Puff, puff!

Tiny piercing sounds rang out.

Three poisoned needles had already sunk into Li Zha's forearm.

"The poison has entered his body. I've won!"

A confident smile rose at the corner of Tang San's lips.

He silently thought,

Fall!

Yet Li Zha showed no sign of being affected by the poison.

He held the Flaming-tipped Spear horizontally in his right hand!

The spearhead pointed at Tang San!

His left hand formed a palm!

He slammed it viciously against the butt of the Flaming-tipped Spear in his right hand!

Buzz—!

The Flaming-tipped Spear, which had not been fast enough before, suddenly erupted with speed in midair!

The spearhead once again enlarged in Tang San's pupils!

The confident smile on his face immediately shattered, replaced by panic.

He couldn't block this strike!

That was the judgment given by his Purple Demon Eyes!

Just then, a thunderous shout rang out.

"Enough!"

A round-bodied figure leaped up and spun several times in midair.

[First Soul Skill: Sky-Shattering Earth-Splitting Luo Sanpao!]

Boom!

A yellowish-brown shockwave exploded between Tang San and Li Zha!

Li Zha hurriedly pressed down on the spear with his right hand, swiftly changing the direction of its tip.

Screech!

As it sliced Tang San's cheek, it slammed straight into the floor below.

Borrowing the rebound force, he forcibly changed direction and quickly leaped backward.

It was not because he feared getting hurt.

Rather—

Bleurgh—!

"What... is that smell... cough, cough..."

Tang San, trapped in the center of the yellowish-brown mist, retched wildly.

"Li Zha! You... bleurgh... you're vicious! You actually released poisonous gas!"

At that critical moment, his entire attention had been focused on Li Zha.

He had not noticed at all that it was Yu Xiaogang behind him who had unleashed his first soul skill!

Li Zha said nothing. He simply held his breath and kept backing away.

He retreated behind the surrounding students who had gathered to watch, yet he continued retreating.

The students were baffled.

"What is that kid doing?"

"How far is he planning to retreat?"

"The Master's soul skill doesn't look all that powerful, does it...?"

Before they could finish speaking, the mist had already drifted over to them.

Even though it was the stinking fart that Tang San had already diluted with several deep breaths.

It was still explosively foul!

Several students immediately dropped to their knees and began vomiting.

"Bleurgh!"

"Not good! It's poisonous mist!"

When the others saw the students vomiting right there on the ground,

they fled from the mist one after another. Their gazes toward the Master changed from contempt to apprehension!

After all, the effect looked far too terrifying!

They had been standing quite far away.

Yet they were still affected, and the poisonous mist showed no signs of weakening at all!

It had directly reduced people to crawling on the ground and vomiting!

"Such fast-acting poison! Their internal organs must have rotted away in an instant!"

"The freeloader Master's soul skill was actually this terrifying?!"

However, only Tang San and the people on the ground knew.

It was not poison at all.

It was just fucking unbearably foul!

It was like a million-year-old cesspit had exploded right in front of their noses!

Their entire sense of taste had been infected by that sky-piercing stench!

But the smell had already overwhelmed nearly all five of their senses.

Forget speaking—even yellowish-brown stink seemed ready to waft out of their ears!

Yu Xiaogang held his breath as he repeatedly waved his wide sleeves, dispersing the foul gas around Tang San.

"Little San, are you all right?"

In the distance, Li Zha held the Flaming-tipped Spear and looked lightly at Yu Xiaogang.

He only wanted to laugh.

His exchange with Tang San had not been slow, but it had certainly not been a lightning-fast battle either.

Yu Xiaogang had had many opportunities to stop it.

Yet he had specifically chosen the moment when Tang San might be hurt to call a halt.

From the very beginning, Li Zha had never expected Yu Xiaogang to favor him after bringing him out.

After all, his mother had died in childbirth when he was born, while his father had vanished after being devastated by the blow.

He had been raised entirely by the old village chief of Chentang Village.

He had no background whatsoever.

But he had never expected that he possessed innate full soul power and twin martial souls!

The Flaming-tipped Spear was a top-tier weapon martial soul and even possessed innate control over the power of fire.

The Undying Lotus Root, meanwhile, was a body martial soul connected to every part of his body!

Regrowing severed limbs and rebuilding a golden body were merely its most basic abilities!

Both martial souls could grow independently! They could also work together!

The Flaming-tipped Spear was no weaker than the Clear Sky Hammer!

As a body martial soul, the Undying Lotus Root far surpassed the yet-to-awaken Blue Silver Grass!

No matter how one looked at it, Li Zha was Tang San's superior replacement!

But what about Yu Xiaogang?

He actually wanted Li Zha to abandon the Flaming-tipped Spear and build his entire cultivation system around Tang San!

All because Tang Hao stood behind Tang San.

A Title Douluo!

If Li Zha truly followed those arrangements, the soul rings he obtained in the future would all lean toward recovery.

Once his cultivation path had fully taken shape, turning back would come at an enormous cost!

By then, whether he wanted to become a support-type Soul Master or not, Li Zha's future would be limited to that path.

Naturally, he would never agree!

Cough, cough.

Tang San coughed twice more. He felt as though his entire nasal cavity reeked.

He wiped at the cut on his cheek.

Then he glared furiously at Li Zha in the distance.

"You sinister bastard! You actually used such vicious stinking mist!"

He did not notice the awkward expression on Yu Xiaogang's face after he said that.

Li Zha laughed from afar.

"Me? You really are an idiot. I wasn't the one who shouted for us to stop."

"And when it comes to being sinister and vicious, you're the real expert."

Clatter.

Three tiny poisoned needles were forced out of Li Zha's discolored forearm and fell to the ground.

Then his arm gradually returned to its fair complexion.

The Undying Lotus Root was constantly cleansing his body at all times.

A few poisoned needles were no different from mosquito bites.

Tang San's pupils contracted. "He's... immune to poison?!"

Li Zha kicked the butt of the Flaming-tipped Spear, spun it once, and gripped it at his side.

He slowly said, "Xiaogang, are you still unwilling to tell the truth?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression immediately changed.

"Shut your mouth!"

"Tang San, like you, I have yet to obtain a soul ring. How could I possibly have a soul skill?"

"That supposedly earth-shakingly loud stinking fart just now—"

Li Zha held his hand level, the spear tip pointing through the air at Yu Xiaogang.

"—was the first soul skill used by the master you so admire and worship: Sky-Shattering Earth-Splitting Luo Sanpao. In plain terms, spreading his buttocks and letting out a stinking fart."

Everyone around them was instantly stunned.

"What?!"

They immediately turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, their expressions gradually becoming strange.

Even Tang San turned toward Yu Xiaogang, his pupils trembling slightly.

"Teacher... what he said..."

By then, Yu Xiaogang's eyes had long since turned bloodshot! He panted like a bull!

"Shut up!! Li Zha!!"