Tang San's Disbelief | Draining Tang San's Spirit Power

"Whoosh!"

The sound of air being torn apart was sharp and piercing.

Tang San flicked his fingers, the force at his fingertips pouring out. A pebble, wrapped in a gust of wind, shot straight toward Lin Jing's face.

Lin Jing didn't even glance at the pebble, instead slamming his foot hard into the ground.

His entire body catapulted forward, charging straight at Tang San.

He clenched his right hand into a fist.

Then, he threw a punch!

There was no massive surge of Spirit Power; it was just an ordinary, plain punch.

Yet, this very punch caused the air to emit a wailing, explosive sound.

Tang San's pupils constricted slightly.

But there was not a hint of fear on his face; instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a sneer.

In his eyes, Lin Jing was courting death.

A good-for-nothing who spent his days doing nothing but playing, eating, and sleeping dared to engage him in close-quarters combat.

As thoughts raced through his mind, Tang San's palms turned the color of warm, white jade, his fingers curling into claws.

"Mysterious Jade Hand."

"Crane Control Dragon Capture."

Two Tang Sect ultimate techniques were unleashed in succession.

In Tang San's estimation, after this move, Lin Jing's strength would be completely neutralized, and he would end up kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.

However,

Reality soon gave him a resounding slap in the face.

"Bang!"

The moment fist and palm collided, a dull, explosive sound erupted.

Airwaves surged, and dust flew into the air.

The sneer on Tang San's face froze instantly.

The neutralization, the grappling, the counter-maneuver he had anticipated... none of it happened.

Instead, a crushing, overwhelming force surged along Lin Jing's fist and bore down on him.

The ferocity of that force was in no way inferior to a direct collision with an adult rhinoceros.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out.

It emanated clearly from the joint of Tang San's arm.

Tang San's expression changed abruptly, and before he could react, his entire body was sent flying backward.

"What the hell?"

Lin Jing remained in his punching stance, stunned on the spot.

He was genuinely dumbfounded.

This punch... he really hadn't used any strength.

Let alone using Spirit Power, he hadn't even exerted much of his physical strength; it was just a casual swing.

How did Tang San fly away?

That didn't make sense.

The next second, it dawned on Lin Jing.

He had forgotten about his second Martial Soul again.

Beast Martial Souls were different from Tool Martial Souls.

Beast Martial Souls could enhance a Soul Master's physique, even when the Martial Soul was not activated.

What's more, what was his second Martial Soul?

Vast Sea Glazed True Dragon!

A legendary True Dragon provided a top-tier, unparalleled boost to a Soul Master's physique.

On the other side.

Tang San was flying backward through the air, the wind whistling in his ears.

He had no mind to be shocked by why Lin Jing's strength was so terrifying.

Because behind him was a cliff!

If he fell down there, he would be bruised and battered for sure.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Tang San let out a low roar in his heart.

In an instant, his toes tapped the air several times, borrowing a sliver of force with each touch.

Finally,

At the very last moment before falling off the cliff, his toes hooked onto a protruding rock at the edge, and he managed to stabilize his body with a narrow escape.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Tang San panted heavily, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He looked down at his right arm, and at the sight, he gasped in shock.

"Hiss!"

His entire right arm was red and swollen, the joint bulging high. Even the slightest movement sent piercing pain surging through his entire body.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How was this possible?!

How could he be beaten like this by a single punch from Lin Jing?

Tang San raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Lin Jing.

"Unbelievable, isn't it?"

Lin Jing twisted his wrist and chuckled.

Before Tang San could reply, two pitch-black Blue Silver Grass vines shot out from behind him, racing toward Tang San to entangle him.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Tang San's expression shifted; he dared not be the least bit careless.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

He ducked, dodging the first Blue Silver Grass.

Then, he leaped, evading the second.

However.

It was all for nothing.

The dark Blue Silver Grass soon attacked again.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two soft sounds.

The ground beneath Tang San's feet suddenly broke open, and two dark Blue Silver Grass vines wrapped around his ankles.

Without a second thought, Tang San raised his Mysterious Jade Hand and slashed down at the Blue Silver Grass.

"First Spirit Skill, Blood Thorn Overgrowth."

Lin Jing whispered softly.

As his voice fell, blood-colored patterns appeared on the dark Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Tang San's ankles.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Densely packed, hollow spikes pierced mercilessly into Tang San's flesh.

"Argh!"

Tang San let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning pale.

The moment those spikes pierced his body, he clearly felt his blood being drained away frantically.

"Gulp... gulp..."

As his blood flowed out, the blood-colored patterns on the dark Blue Silver Grass grew increasingly vivid.

The hardness of the dark Blue Silver Grass was also soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded.

Tang San's Mysterious Jade Hand had slashed against the dark Blue Silver Grass.

The result...

The Blue Silver Grass was completely unscathed.

Instead, Tang San's own palm was left numb from the vibration.

"What?!"

Tang San was completely dumbfounded.

His Mysterious Jade Hand... couldn't even cut a single strand of Blue Silver Grass?

Before he could recover from his shock, another dark Blue Silver Grass vine sprang from the ground.

It instantly wrapped around his upper body, binding his two arms tightly.

He couldn't move.

Tang San struggled with all his might, but the dark Blue Silver Grass tightened its grip, making it impossible to break free.

Seeing that Tang San was restrained, Lin Jing stopped draining his blood.

Blood was something that needed to be controlled in moderation.

If he drained too much and turned Tang San into a dried-up mummy, it wouldn't be fun anymore.

But... Spirit Power was a different story.

Lin Jing's eyes lit up slightly.

Just now, while draining Tang San's blood, he was surprised to discover that his dark Blue Silver Grass could also absorb and convert Tang San's Spirit Power.

It converted into his own Spirit Power, which was completely different from what he had understood before.

This discovery delighted Lin Jing.

It was no less significant than a primitive human suddenly discovering that animals were allergic to stones.

Lin Jing had no qualms about absorbing Tang San's Spirit Power.

At worst, he would just drain him dry; it wouldn't kill him.

He would just be weak for a few days.

Thinking of this, the smile on Lin Jing's face grew even brighter.

He controlled the dark Blue Silver Grass, increasing the intensity of the Spirit Power absorption.

Threads of pure Spirit Power flowed continuously into his body through the dark Blue Silver Grass.

Warm and comfortable.

Lin Jing couldn't help but squint his eyes, a look of enjoyment on his face.

Meanwhile, the restrained Tang San's complexion turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Spirit Power within him was like a breached dam, flowing out frantically.

He wanted to stop it, but he was completely powerless to do so.

He could only watch helplessly as his Spirit Power was stripped away bit by bit, entering someone else's body.

That sense of powerlessness was like a husband finding his wife cheating under the bed.

In Tang San's eyes, a look of despair emerged.