Tang San Reaped What He Sowed

"Come on, let me see what kind of soul skill your teacher, who calls himself the number one theory master in the Spirit Master world, chose for you."

Lin Chen held out his right hand, and the Dragon Roar Sword silently condensed in his grasp. A lone yellow Spirit Ring rose beneath his feet.

"A Hundred-Year Spirit Ring!"

When the students saw the yellow Spirit Ring representing a hundred-year cultivation period on Lin Chen, they all widened their eyes in shock.

A first ring of the hundred-year level was rare in a small place like Nuoding City.

"What a fuss."

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes at them, though a hint of confusion arose in her heart as well.

Whether it was Tang San or Lin Chen, their speed was abnormally fast. It was not speed a one-ring Spirit Master should possess.

Even Spirit Masters with top-tier agility-type Martial Souls should not have been able to move that fast, especially since neither of them had even summoned their Martial Souls or used soul skills.

Their speed was clearly abnormal.

As for exactly why, Xiao Wu did not know.

Tang San struggled to his feet. His gaze fixed on the Dragon Roar Sword in Lin Chen's hand before shifting to the yellow Spirit Ring.

His Martial Soul and soul skill could not offer him much help at all.

In other words.

Without his Martial Soul, he could not beat Lin Chen. With it summoned, he would fare even worse. Unless he used his Forging Hammer Martial Soul, it made no difference whether he summoned his Martial Soul or not.

"Your speed is indeed fast, but if you think speed alone is enough to defeat me..."

"It isn't enough!"

As Tang San raised his voice, his jade-colored hands swept across the Storage Soul Tool at his waist, and a large number of steel needles appeared in his hands.

His hands flickered repeatedly, sending countless steel needles raining down upon Lin Chen.

At the same time, his body shot forward.

"Petty tricks!"

Lin Chen sneered disdainfully. As he retreated in a flash, he wielded the dragon-shaped sword in his hand into an impenetrable curtain, knocking down the needles one after another.

Not a single needle from the rain of steel could break through his defense.

And just as he knocked down the final needle, Tang San, who had followed close behind, had already rushed in front of him and threw a punch at his face.

The timing of that punch was perfect, striking Lin Chen's face with pinpoint accuracy.

But...

Tang San's all-out punch met no resistance whatsoever.

It was as though his fist had struck empty air.

Tang San, who had already stopped moving, was dragged forward by his own momentum and stumbled ahead.

"Ghost..."

Tang San was about to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to forcibly offset the effects of his momentum when a tremendous force suddenly slammed into his lower back.

His body instantly flew forward, and his waist felt as if it had snapped.

Before he could even hit the ground, an intense sense of danger came from behind him, accompanied by a sharp killing intent.

There was no need to look. It had to be Lin Chen's Martial Soul.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San hurriedly summoned his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

Before his Spirit Ring even rose, his soul power had already flowed into it.

"First soul skill, Blue Silver Pole Vault."

Blue Silver Lonely Bamboo condensed in his hand and rapidly grew, launching his body into the air in an instant.

Whoosh!

The sharp blade nearly grazed Tang San's sole.

"Without support, let's see how you jump now."

Lin Chen swung his sword backward, chopping straight into the Blue Silver Lonely Bamboo.

Whoosh!

The Blue Silver Lonely Bamboo was as fragile as tofu and was severed in an instant.

Tang San had already been carried more than ten meters into the air by the Blue Silver Lonely Bamboo. Once it lost its support, he fell straight toward the ground.

"Ahhh..."

The terror brought on by weightlessness made Tang San scream uncontrollably.

The next second, he crashed solidly onto the ground.

Bang!

"Ugh..."

Tang San lay sprawled on the ground, feeling as though every bone in his body had shattered and his internal organs had been displaced. He could not muster even the slightest strength.

He lay there without moving, letting out a long, pained groan.

Xiao Wu: "..."

Students: "..."

Xiao Wu and the others were truly stunned by Tang San's first soul skill.

Blue Silver Pole Vault?

Such a long bamboo pole had to be braced against the ground. Did he think his opponent was blind?

Wasn't this soul skill far too useless?

As expected of a Spirit Ring chosen by Grandmaster. It was just as worthless as the man himself.

Looking at Tang San lying motionless on the ground, Lin Chen's expression was somewhat strange. No matter how hard he tried, he could not suppress the corners of his mouth.

He truly had not expected it.

A Lonely Bamboo Spirit Ring paired with Blue Silver Grass could actually produce Blue Silver Pole Vault.

But as for its effect...

Forget jumping to the Divine Realm. He would probably struggle just to jump onto a city wall.

Lin Chen caught a glimpse of a steel needle he had just knocked aside.

With a flick of his sword, he sent it up into the air, then held the blade level and caught it steadily.

The steel needle was not thick, and it was stained with a layer of black, dried substance.

There was no need to ask. Tang San had definitely coated it with poison.

Ordinary steel needles would have been one thing. Even if they hit someone, as long as they did not strike a vital spot, it would not have been a serious issue.

Poisoned needles were different.

He did not believe someone like Tang San would coat hidden weapons with any poison that was not lethal.

Those steel needles had been aimed at taking his life.

Angry?

Not really. He had long known what kind of person Tang San was, and he himself was no saint either.

Lin Chen instead found Tang San rather foolish.

Trying to kill him in front of so many people at the academy.

That was only because he had failed.

If he had actually succeeded, would he not end up with a wanted notice on his back?

An assassin...

What kind of assassin acted like that? Tang San had disgraced the Tang Sect completely.

Lin Chen shook his head and flicked his wrist.

As the sword blade vibrated, the steel needle resting on it shot into the air.

Clang!

Lin Chen swung his sword and struck it, sending the needle tearing through the air straight toward the space between Tang San's legs.

Pfft!

Tang San's eyes flew open. His hands clenched tightly, and his upper body arched upward as he raised his head.

His body trembled without pause, his face twisted in agony.

The body that had been unable to muster even the slightest strength moments ago instantly sprang to life, and he shot to his feet.

Tang San lowered his head to inspect himself.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the steel needle precisely embedded in his manhood, Tang San was instantly enraged.

But he had no time to curse Lin Chen, nor did he even spare him another glance.

How could he not know the effects of the poison he had made himself?

Tang San hurriedly took an antidote from his Storage Soul Tool and swallowed it. Then he suddenly stood up and pulled off his pants.

"Ah!"

Xiao Wu cried out in fright and hurriedly turned her head away.

"Are you fucking sick?"

Tang San ignored her. Instead, he took a dagger from his Storage Soul Tool and stared at his manhood with a tortured expression.

The antidote could not completely neutralize the poison. It could only suppress the poison from spreading.

He had made the poison to kill people. He had never imagined that one day, this steel needle would pierce his own body.

Now, there was only one way to completely remove the poison.

That was to castrate himself.