Beating Tang San to a Pulp

"Just two blades of grass, and you dare act up in front of me?"

"First Soul Skill! Humility · Ruyi Jingu!"

Wang Tianyi pinched his right ear with one hand, and a tiny embroidery needle appeared at his fingertips. With a flick of his wrist, the needle grew with the wind. In the blink of an eye, it was as thick as the mouth of a bowl. The crimson staff bore the five seal-script characters for "Ruyi Jingu Bang," with golden hoops around both ends and scale patterns carved into its tip. Never mind the power of this Soul Skill—its appearance alone far surpassed Tang San's Blue Silver Entanglement!

"Gasp! A clash between two hundred-year Soul Skills—this has never happened in Notting Academy's history!"

"Such geniuses actually attend the same academy as us?"

"That blue-haired kid has some skill, but unfortunately, Brother Tianyi is definitely much stronger!"

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy had produced quite a few Soul Masters, but throughout its history, those with a hundred-year first Soul Ring could be counted on one hand. Even the academy's teachers all had ten-year first Soul Rings. Of course, Yu Xiaogang was an exception.

Anyone with eyes could see that Wang Tianyi and Tang San carried entirely different auras, yet Yu Xiaogang seemed full of confidence. He still wore that arrogant expression. After all, his disciple Tang San had absorbed a Datura Snake Soul Ring under the guidance of a theoretical master like him. So what if Wang Tianyi was gifted? With such conventional Soul Rings, how much could he possibly achieve in the future?

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Blue Silver Grass collided with the Golden Cudgel. Tang San sneered inwardly. He had encountered this sort of staff weapon far too many times. Those who wielded staffs relied on momentum, and an opening overhead strike was among their most important attacks. Once the first blow was blocked, the attacks that followed would struggle to display their proper power.

As long as his Blue Silver Grass could block Wang Tianyi's staff, the result of this match was already predictable.

But...

The golden monkey raised Qian Jun's staff; none could bar its path through heaven and earth!

One strike shattered the Blue Silver soul—I'm a scholar, brother!

The Blue Silver Grass resembled a dragon, yet before the Golden Cudgel, which weighed 13,500 jin, it instantly became fragments! Grass was grass in the end. Even strengthened by a Soul Ring, it was still grass!

"Is that all the confidence you had?"

Wang Tianyi stared coldly at Tang San. Tang San was suffering from the pain of his damaged Martial Soul, and he watched in horror as Wang Tianyi advanced toward him step by step. He tried to use Blue Silver Grass again to halt Wang Tianyi's approach, but his struggle was as laughable as Yu Xiaogang's theories!

The Golden Cudgel rapidly shrank in Wang Tianyi's hand until it became a short staff as long as an adult's arm and as thick as a child's wrist.

"You're pretty damn cocky!"

The first strike hit the legs, to stop him from running!

"You got one Soul Ring and already dared to act so wildly. If you break through to Soul Grandmaster someday, won't you dare shit right on my head?"

The second strike hit the mouth, to stop him from arguing!

The Golden Cudgel in Wang Tianyi's hand crashed down upon Tang San like a storm. His face was full of rage, like a supreme being offended by an ant. Yet Wang Tianyi still retained some rationality. He could not beat Tang San to death here. Though swinging a staff against someone felt incredibly satisfying, inexplicably awakening the violence in his heart, Wang Tianyi still kept the Golden Cudgel's weight at the level of an ordinary wooden stick. After this beating, Tang San's spirit would likely be utterly crushed. At the very least, while they were at Notting Academy, Tang San would never dare challenge him again.

"Stop! Wang Tianyi, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill someone?"

Yu Xiaogang was both shocked and enraged. He was shocked that his disciple Tang San had truly lost to Wang Tianyi, and enraged because if anything happened to Tang San, he would have no way to answer to the Clear Sky Douluo when he came knocking one day!

But Wang Tianyi ignored Yu Xiaogang completely. The savage emotions unique to Six Ears had begun to erode his mind. The Golden Cudgel in his hand swung faster and faster, even leaving afterimages. Every strike that landed sent two drops of blood flying. The work-study students watching were pale with terror, while the expressions of the tuition-paying students gradually shifted from excitement to fear. At their age, how far could a fight possibly go? A bloody nose was usually about it. But judging by Wang Tianyi's posture today, he was clearly beating someone to death!

Was someone really going to die?

Tang San shielded his head with both hands. The pain in his flesh could not compare to the pain in his heart. Wang Tianyi had displayed overwhelming strength and beaten him until he could not fight back, but that bastard actually dared humiliate him like this in full view of everyone!

Tang San could already imagine the mocking looks on the spectators' faces. They would laugh at his overestimation of himself, laugh at how a toad could never turn its life around. How could Tang San accept that? He had transmigrated here, after all. The soul within him was not that of a six-year-old child. Moreover, he had endured far too many cold stares in his previous life, which had made him obsessively concerned with saving face. Tang San, with his immense pride, had already branded Wang Tianyi with "a death-worthy offense" countless times in his heart! Yet as strike after strike landed on him, Tang San's consciousness began to blur. He wanted to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to escape. He wanted to resist with hidden weapons. But whenever he made even the slightest movement, Wang Tianyi's staff would mercilessly interrupt it!

Could it be that he was going to die here?

Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang did not continue watching. Seeing that Wang Tianyi refused to give this great master any face, Yu Xiaogang's heart filled with fury. He summoned his Luo Sanpao, and two Soul Rings beneath his feet pulsed. The spectators instantly moved away from him. No matter how much they looked down on Yu Xiaogang, he was still a level 29 Soul Grandmaster with two hundred-year Soul Rings, far stronger than they were. Besides, though this master's Martial Soul was somewhat strange, it still possessed two hundred-year Soul Skills. Its combat strength was certainly not weak!

Because of the flaws in his Martial Soul, Yu Xiaogang rarely displayed it at Notting Academy. This was the first time many people had seen what Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul looked like. Looking at that entirely purple, foolish-looking pig, everyone held back their laughter until their faces twisted in pain.

"First Soul Skill! A Fart Like Thunder, Luo Sanpao Shatters Heaven and Earth!"

Wang Tianyi was genuinely panicking!

He instantly stopped what he was doing and stared at the enormous purple pig with open revulsion. Under Wang Tianyi's gaze, Luo Sanpao had already turned around. Its huge rear pointed in his direction, its sphincter slightly opened, and its belly swelled like a balloon. Clearly, it was about to unleash a devastating biochemical weapon.

How could the proud Great Sage and the unruly Six Ears possibly allow themselves to be struck by such a disgusting attack?

What was he supposed to do now? Even if he rushed over and forcibly interrupted Yu Xiaogang's Soul Skill, Wang Tianyi could not accept the thought of his Golden Cudgel striking that pig.

Then...

He saw Tang San twitching faintly on the ground.

There was no more time to hesitate! Wang Tianyi could practically smell that foul stench already. He glared fiercely at Luo Sanpao in the distance, then raised his right leg and kicked Tang San in the ass.

Severely injured, Tang San only felt a sudden sensation of weightlessness. Then, his head was enveloped by something warm and moist...