Guess?
Guess my ass!
Tang San felt a faint urge to go berserk. After all, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual was the foundation of his existence and his greatest secret!
Seeing a trace of killing intent flash through Tang San's eyes, Yang Ming was startled and immediately put away his carefree attitude.
Having just received quite a few rewards from the system, Yang Ming had nearly gotten carried away. The Tang San before him was no ordinary child, but an elite of the Tang Sect!
If he could not give Tang San a satisfactory answer, Tang San might very well kill him!
At that thought, a bead of cold sweat appeared on Yang Ming's forehead. Before Tang San could completely lose control, he hurriedly said:
"Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual? Third Brother, what is that?"
Thankfully, this body's young age gave him an advantage. Yang Ming's childish face was brimming with sincerity, with no sign at all that he was lying. He truly deserved a little golden statuette.
Yang Ming and Tang San could be considered close friends who had grown up together.
Tang San's eyes flickered. In truth, he did not quite believe that Yang Ming knew about the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual. His aggressive questioning just now had merely been born of panic from concern, causing him to reveal a weakness.
But if Yang Ming did not know the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual, how could he know the Mysterious Jade Hand?
"Yang Ming, let me ask you something." Tang San suppressed the restlessness in his heart and stared into Yang Ming's eyes. "At my house just now, you used an iron hammer to forge a weapon. Why weren't your hands injured?"
"Oh, you're asking about that."
Yang Ming put on a look of sudden realization, raised his small palm, and said:
"I usually watched you practice on the mountain. After watching for a while, I learned it."
He learned the Mysterious Jade Hand just by watching?
Did he think he was some monstrous genius?
Tang San nearly spat blood in anger. He had endured countless hardships to master the techniques in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual, yet this brat was telling him to his face that they were not difficult at all. Wasn't that the same as saying Tang San was useless?
After practicing for so long, he was still inferior to someone who had merely watched a few times?
Tang San did not believe it at all!
Ever since obtaining the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual, he had cultivated diligently and knew very well how difficult its techniques were to master. How could anyone learn them after only a few glances?
Tang San's expression darkened as he said:
"Yang Ming, come with me."
Yang Ming's heart tightened. He did not know what Tang San intended to do, but his expression remained calm as he said:
"Why?"
"Come to the little mountain with me." Tang San stared straight at Yang Ming. "I want to see whether you can really learn my moves after watching them a few times, just as you claimed."
So that was it!
I thought you were going to find somewhere to kill me.
Yang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and an easy smile appeared on his face.
"No problem."
The two headed one after the other to the small mountain where they usually trained.
The rising sun cast its pale orange rays over Yang Ming's back, making him appear much taller.
Tang San's gaze sharpened. He assumed an opening stance and said:
"Yang Ming, let's have a match. Let me see whether you truly can learn my moves after watching them only a few times, as you said!"
Yang Ming laughed inwardly. Other than the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Purple Demon Eyes, I've already secretly learned everything else.
However, Yang Ming kept his expression neutral, raised a hand in a gesture of invitation, and solemnly said:
"Come on. I also want to know which of us is stronger!"
Neither of them made the first move.
Tang San was observing Yang Ming. He found that the strict training regimen the village chief had devised for Yang Ming had indeed been quite effective. Though it consisted of only basic exercises, as the saying went, a towering building rose from level ground. Only a solid foundation could support a taller structure.
Simply standing there, Yang Ming revealed not the slightest flaw.
This made Tang San instinctively regard him as an equal opponent, and he did not dare act rashly. As for Yang Ming, he had merely been an ordinary middle school student in his previous life—a well-behaved student who had never fought anyone. Since arriving on the Douluo Continent, he had only sparred with his grandfather, Old Jack. Facing Tang San, the protagonist of the original story, it would have been a lie to say he was not nervous.
Thus, the two remained locked in a standoff, their gazes meeting as though sparks were flying between them.
Silence.
An oppressive silence!
A mountain breeze swept past, rustling the leaves. A withered yellow leaf drifted down and floated between the two.
The instant the leaf touched the ground, Tang San moved!
Tang San was indeed an elite of the Tang Sect. Still as a mountain when motionless, swift as wildfire when moving. With a stomp of his foot and a flicker of his figure, he unleashed Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, swaying through Yang Ming's vision and making himself difficult to track.
Yang Ming curled his lips upward. Under Tang San's astonished gaze, he too stepped into Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, leaving an afterimage behind as he charged toward Tang San at tremendous speed.
Could he really be a monstrous genius capable of learning my moves at a glance?
Tang San was deeply shocked, but he had always been proud. That pride was etched into his bones, and he was not someone who would easily admit defeat.
As Yang Ming swung a fist at his face, Tang San took a deep breath. He curled the five fingers of his right hand inward into a dragon claw, and a strange suction force emerged from his palm.
A grappling technique, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!
Yang Ming's fist had originally been aimed at Tang San's nose, but under the influence of that suction force, it involuntarily veered to one side.
Taking advantage of the moment when Yang Ming's old force had faded but new force had yet to arise, and with his chest exposed in a vulnerable opening, a gleam flashed in Tang San's eyes. He immediately closed in, clenched his other hand into a fist, and struck with full force, accompanied by a faint whistle through the air.
"Good!"
Rather than being alarmed, Yang Ming was delighted. He loosened his fist and formed a claw with his five fingers. Returning the favor in kind, he released the same suction force from his palm and used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to draw Tang San's fist toward him!
Tang San had never felt as frustrated as he did today!
Yang Ming before him was like his reflection in a mirror. No matter what move Tang San used, Yang Ming invariably countered it with the exact same move.
That alone would have been one thing. After all, Tang San had cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill since childhood. His physical condition far surpassed that of an adult, and he possessed great strength. Yet after several exchanges, Tang San gloomily discovered that Yang Ming's physical condition was not inferior to his in the slightest, and Yang Ming was even somewhat stronger.
Each time their fists collided, though both had the Mysterious Jade Hand to protect them, there were simply too many exchanges. Both felt burning pain spreading across the backs of their hands.
If this continued, the final result would likely be mutual defeat!
Tang San's doubts toward Yang Ming had faded considerably. Right now, he only wanted to win!
"Yang Ming, I admit that you truly are a genius seen only once in a century."
Tang San's expression darkened, and a noble violet gleam appeared in his eyes. He had clearly activated the Purple Demon Eyes.
"But I am stronger than you!"
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