Tang San: Did I Steal an Incomplete Manual Back Then?

His entire demeanor changed drastically, transforming from a soft, adorable penguin chick into a charming young swordsman standing with his hands behind his back.

The onlookers were all stunned, and Ning Rongrong even forgot to put the osmanthus cake in her hand into her mouth.

"I apologize for the offense." Jiang Lan clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice carrying a composure completely out of character for his age.

Before he finished speaking, he had already vanished from the spot.

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eyes instantly, purple light swirling within his pupils, but he could only catch a fleeting cyan afterimage skimming along the ground as it hurtled towards him.

Wow, that was fast.

Without any hesitation, Tang San unleashed the full power of his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, retreating rapidly while simultaneously raising his hands to form three steel needles in a triangular shape, blocking Jiang Lan's path.

Jiang Lan neither dodged nor evaded, Guga-Subduing Eighteen Palms whistled out, and the three steel needles seemed to hit an invisible wall in the air, flying out and nailing to the tree trunks on both sides.

Immediately afterwards, he slashed diagonally with his left palm, and a blue palm force struck Tang San's waist and ribs from the side.

Tang San twisted his body to avoid the direct impact of the palm strike, but a small piece of fabric was still torn from his clothes, and his expression changed slightly.

"What domineering palm force!" Tang San thought to himself in surprise.

First Soul Skill: Entangling!

Ten vines surrounded Jiang Lan from all angles, trying to entangle Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan pushed off with her feet, her body rising into the air. She lightly touched one of the Blue Silver Grass with her toes, using the momentum to flip herself over and escape from the net of vines. Her Lightness Skill skill was as smooth as flowing water and extremely elegant.

"Lightness Skill?" Tang San's pupils shrank sharply.

This time he saw it clearly; it was obviously the Lightness Skill skill and movement technique from his previous life's martial arts world, completely different from the acceleration that relied on Soul Power in this world.

This kid in the Penguin Suit can actually Lightness Skill!

The moment Jiang Lan landed, her toes spun lightly on the ground, and she floated around to Tang San's side like a blue feather blown by the wind.

He extended his right hand, his two fingers joined together in a gesture that Tang San knew by heart, and aimed at his Jianjing acupoint.

Tang San's hair stood on end instantly.

He was all too familiar with this move— the Tang Sect Acupoint Hand striking technique, and an extremely sophisticated one at that. The accuracy in identifying the acupoints and the speed of the strike were comparable to any elder he had ever encountered in his previous life.

Before he could think, his body reacted instinctively, his left arm retracting to block, while his footwork shifted rapidly, causing him to slide half a meter backward.

Jiang Lan's finger missed its target, but he didn't stop.

He lunged forward again, his left hand transforming from fingers into a claw, aiming for Tang San's wrist.

His right hand transformed into a knife, slicing diagonally across Tang San's neck.

The two moves, executed simultaneously, combined offense and defense, perfectly exemplify the exquisite combo techniques employed by the Tang Sect in close-quarters combat.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. He recognized the move; it was the Swallow's Return Loop, Tang Sect Hand-Fighting Art!

He had used this move against his enemies more than once in his previous life when he was in the Tang Sect, and he was well aware of its variations and power.

Tang San almost instinctively used a countermeasure, crossing his arms to block Jiang Lan's claw attack, while using the force to retreat, barely avoiding the palm strike.

"How do you know this?" Tang San finally couldn't help but ask, his voice filled with undisguised shock.

"I know a lot more." Jiang Lan's small face had a mischievous smile on it, and her footwork suddenly changed, making her float up like Gui Mei.

His figure moved erratically in front of Tang San, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes in front, sometimes behind. Every step he took was in Tang San's blind spot, so fast that it was as if four or five Jiang Lan had appeared at the same time.

His movements stirred up gusts of wind among the surrounding vegetation, causing fallen leaves to swirl in the air and linger for Jiujiu.

Tang San's expression changed completely.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track?

No, this is even more sophisticated than the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

"Impossible!" Tang San exclaimed, unable to maintain his usual composure any longer.

His Purple Demon Eyes was operating at full power, trying to capture Jiang Lan's figure, but Jiang Lan's figure was like Gui Mei moving through the light and shadow, and the Purple Demon Eyes could only barely see a blurry outline.

Jiang Lan suddenly appeared directly in front of Tang San, and lightly struck out with her right palm.

This palm strike looked completely powerless, like a child playing around, but Tang San dared not take it head-on.

He recognized the palm strike: the Cotton Palm! The Cotton Palm, a technique long lost by the Tang Sect, leaves the victim unharmed on the outside but severs their internal meridians, making it extremely vicious.

He dodged to the side, but Jiang Lan's hand seemed to have eyes, gently bending in mid-air before still striking his chest.

Tang San had no choice but to raise his hand to block.

The instant their palms clashed, he felt as if his arm was enveloped by a lukewarm stream of water, which then transformed into a surging, dark force that surged upwards along the veins of his arm.

He groaned and stumbled back seven or eight steps before regaining his balance, his right hand hanging at his side, his knuckles trembling slightly.

"What movement technique did you use just now?" Tang San asked Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan, hands on her hips, said smugly, "Tang Sect Secret Arts, the Thousand Illusory Shadow Step."

He wasn't lying to Tang San; it was indeed the Thousand Illusory Shadow Step, Tang Sect Secret Arts of the Tang Sect Secret Arts, just not the same one Tang San used.

Tang San: "?"

"Tang Sect... Ultimate Technique?" Tang San's voice was hoarse, as if he were forcing it out from his throat.

He stared intently at Jiang Lan, trying to find a trace of a lie in those clear, black and white eyes.

No.

Those eyes were clear and bright, filled with the innocence and pride unique to children, as if what they had just said was nothing more than an ordinary fact.

Tang San's mind went blank for a moment.

The Tang Sect Secret Arts, the Thousand Illusory Shadow Step.

He believed he had mastered the core of the Tang Sect's heritage, if not all of it, then at least a very important part of it.

But now, a six-year-old child used Tang Sect movement technique he had never heard of before in front of him, and even told him that it was Tang Sect Secret Arts.

Was what he secretly learned back then merely the superficial aspects of the inner sect?

Tang San's mind was in complete turmoil.

In the instant he was stunned, Jiang Lan stood in front of him, hands behind her head, looking up at him with an air of superiority, and said, "Tang San, are you very curious? Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Tang San snapped out of his daze and looked down at Jiang Lan: "I admit defeat."

After Tang San finished speaking, he turned and left without any hesitation.

There was a two-second silence in the courtyard, then it erupted into chaos.

"Third Brother admitted defeat?" Ma Hongjun's mouth gaped open enough to fit an egg.

Dai Mubai crossed his arms, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze toward Jiang Lan was much more complicated than before.

Oscar swallowed hard and whispered to Ning Rongrong, "Rongrong, who exactly is this kid? Tang San is the strongest among us, yet he actually admitted defeat?"

Ning Rongrong didn't answer; her eyes were still glued to Jiang Lan, thinking how incredibly handsome he had been.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

The three people in the room, including Yu Xiaogang, could no longer sit still.