Sparring with Tang San

"Jiang Lin, it would be one thing if you refused to take Teacher as your master, but I absolutely will not allow you to insult him!"

"What, you want to make a move against me?"

A trace of disdain appeared in Jiang Lin's eyes. He did not take Tang San seriously at all.

"Hmph, Jiang Lin, don't think that awakening a High-grade Martial Soul makes you invincible. Today, I'll show you what it means when there are always greater people and higher heavens!"

As soon as he spoke, a faint violet glow emerged in Tang San's eyes. It was the Purple Demon Eyes.

Not only that, he assumed the stance of the Crane Controlling Dragon Catching Technique, clearly intending to teach Jiang Lin a proper lesson.

"Heh, fine. Since you want to fight, I'll play with you!"

Jiang Lin loosely clenched his right hand, and the King's Power Sword appeared in his palm.

"Come on, let me see what gives you the confidence to attack me."

The sword point aimed directly at Tang San. With his left hand behind his back, Jiang Lin actually intended to fight one-handed!

"You're courting death, being this arrogant."

Tang San's gaze turned cold. His hands instantly became like white frozen jade, and he immediately used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, turning into several afterimages as he rushed toward Jiang Lin.

When he was less than two meters from Jiang Lin, Tang San used the Mysterious Jade Hand and viciously struck at Jiang Lin's temple. His very first move was a killing blow!

"Heh, such a petty trick. Let's see whether your Mysterious Jade Hand is harder or my King's Power Sword is harder!"

Jiang Lin neither dodged nor retreated. The King's Power Sword in his hand suddenly swept forward—

"Not good!"

Tang San's brows immediately furrowed deeply. He sensed the supreme sharpness on the King's Power Sword, but he was already too close to Jiang Lin to evade it.

Left with no choice, Tang San forcibly twisted his direction, shifting the hand aimed at Jiang Lin's temple toward the blade of the King's Power Sword.

The next moment, Tang San felt an intense tearing pain shoot through his hands, which were covered in frozen jade. Before he could react, Jiang Lin kicked him flying!

"Cough, cough—"

Tang San struggled to get up from the ground. His hands were now covered in bloody wounds, with faint traces of white bone visible beneath them.

This was because the King's Power Sword's blade was covered in countless tiny sword energies. Although Jiang Lin's low cultivation limited their power, dealing with Tang San, who had only just begun mastering the Mysterious Jade Hand, was effortless.

"So this is a High-grade Martial Soul? It's actually this terrifying."

Tang San's expression was extremely grave, and his face was full of wariness.

"This is what you were relying on? You're not much after all. If this is all the strength you have, then you've truly disappointed me."

Jiang Lin lightly shook the King's Power Sword, scattering every trace of blood from its blade.

"Hmph, Jiang Lin, don't celebrate too soon!"

Tang San's face darkened. He once again used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to approach Jiang Lin, but this time, he did not rush to attack. Instead, he began circling around Jiang Lin.

As his speed increased, Tang San's figure soon turned into an afterimage.

Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip slightly on the King's Power Sword. He sensed a hint of deadly danger.

"Hidden weapons? Sleeve arrows or Bone-Piercing Needles?"

Jiang Lin did not have to wait long. Just one minute later, three iron needles gleaming with cold light shot at him from different directions.

His eyes, the center of his back, and beneath his crotch—every angle was viciously underhanded.

"Heh, just as expected of someone from the Tang Sect."

Jiang Lin's expression became slightly solemn. The King's Power Sword instantly danced before him in an impenetrable blur, but even so, one Bone-Piercing Needle was deflected by the sword and grazed his right arm.

Jiang Lin frowned slightly. Knowing that he could not let Tang San wear him down like this any longer, he raised his sword and held his breath, concentrating. The instant Tang San fired another Bone-Piercing Needle, Jiang Lin found the right angle and slashed fiercely ahead!

"Not good!"

A trace of terror instantly appeared in Tang San's eyes. He hurriedly retreated, but even then, the tip of the King's Power Sword grazed him, leaving a five-centimeter bloody wound across the side of his face!

"Hah—"

Tang San retreated over ten meters away and let out a soft breath, his eyes full of the terror of having narrowly escaped death.

Naturally, Jiang Lin would not let such a good opportunity slip away. He pressed his advantage, leaping forward with the King's Power Sword in hand. Before Tang San could react, the sword point was already pressed against his neck!

"Tang San, before making a move, you should first recognize your own strength. Otherwise, you might not even know how you die in the future."

"Heh, kill me or torture me as you please!"

Tang San's voice was icy, yet he showed no despair despite facing death. His eyes were filled with the resolve to fight to the bitter end.

"Looks like you still have another trump card?"

A playful look appeared in Jiang Lin's eyes.

"Hmph, you can try."

Tang San loosely clenched his right hand, gathering all the Soul Power in his body into it. A hammer's phantom slowly condensed.

"The Clear Sky Hammer? So this is your final reliance."

Jiang Lin glanced at Tang San's right hand, his expression completely unsurprised.

It was merely the Clear Sky Hammer. Without even a single Soul Ring attached yet, it was no match for the King's Power Sword.

"Xiao San, Jiang Lin, what are you two doing?!"

Just as Jiang Lin was about to continue attacking, an angry shout rang out. Yu Xiaogang walked over from the distance.

"Cough, cough—"

"Greetings, Teacher. Jiang Lin and I were just... just sparring."

After a brief silence, Tang San still chose not to reveal the truth. Perhaps he was too embarrassed to ask Yu Xiaogang to stand up for him after losing to Jiang Lin, someone his own age.

Jiang Lin did not care in the slightest. With three Shadow Ninjas lurking nearby, he did not fear Yu Xiaogang at all.

However, since Tang San was willing to back down on his own, Jiang Lin had no reason to push things too far. After this, Tang San probably would not come looking for trouble with him for quite some time.

"If it was sparring, then you should have known when to stop. You two have gone a little too far!"

After glancing at the wounds on Tang San's face and hands, Yu Xiaogang frowned. When he looked at Jiang Lin again, his eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and disgust.

Jiang Lin met his gaze without the slightest fear, as if daring him to say something.

"Hmph. Xiao San, let's go."

Seeing how unruly Jiang Lin was, Yu Xiaogang felt somewhat fortunate that he had not accepted him as a disciple. Otherwise, who knew how much trouble Jiang Lin might cause him in the future?

"Yes, Teacher."

After the two left, there was no reason for Jiang Lin to remain. He went to the cafeteria, packed a meal, and headed toward his dormitory.

Although Holy Soul Village's work-study student spot had gone to Tang San, Jiang Lin had arrived together with him. For ease of management, Jiang Lin, who had paid to enroll, was also assigned to Dorm Seven.

"By this time, Xiao Wu should be arriving soon, right?"

Jiang Lin muttered to himself, recalling the plot of the original work.

About ten minutes later, Jiang Lin pushed open the dormitory door. Just as he was about to step inside, the figure of a youth came flying straight at him.