The Deadliest Bragging Is Invisible

The next day.

The sky was just beginning to brighten when the crow of a rooster broke the night's silence.

Yang Ming, dressed in simple training clothes, jogged along the gravel path. When he arrived at the little hill he had not visited in a year, he was unsurprised to find Tang San already there, sitting cross-legged atop a large boulder and breathing in rhythm with the rising sun.

"Third Brother, you're as early as ever."

Tang San raised his eyelids, a trace of purple glimmering deep within his eyes.

After Tang San recovered, he had obtained a Soul Ring under the Grandmaster's guidance, just as in the original story, allowing his Mysterious Heaven Skill to break through.

Feeling the surging Soul Power within him, Tang San looked at Yang Ming with blazing fighting spirit and said,

"Yang Ming, it's been a long time since we last sparred, hasn't it? How about a match? Of course, you can't use your flame Martial Soul, or I definitely won't be able to beat you."

Ever since losing to Yang Ming a year ago, Tang San had remained unconvinced. He had been holding in his frustration, waiting for a chance to prove himself.

Of course, Tang San was clever enough to ban Yang Ming's Green Lotus Core Flame first.

After all, flames naturally countered plants.

Before Yang Ming could respond, Xiao Wu sprang out from some unknown corner, eager to join in.

"A spar? How could something this fun possibly leave me out?"

Xiao Wu had long held a grudge over Yang Ming's refusal to accept her challenges.

She really wanted to hear Yang Ming call her Sister Xiao Wu!

Tilting her head, Xiao Wu smiled brightly at Yang Ming and Tang San.

"Yang Ming, guess what the odds are of Little San