Head-Patting Mockery

"Tang San, martial soul Blue Silver Grass, level thirty-one control-system battle Soul Elder. Please advise."

On the arena stage, Tang San's expression was gloomy, with obvious displeasure in his eyes. When he looked up just now, he happened to see Chen Ling turn his head and smile lightly at Xiao Wu behind him.

The two men stood on opposite sides of the arena. Xiao Wu stood behind Tang San, her position obvious at a glance.

From Tang San's perspective, Chen Ling's smile had clearly been directed at Xiao Wu. That sight alone stirred anger in his heart.

Tang San secretly clenched his fists. He had already made up his mind to hit harder and teach this opponent, who did not know his place, a proper lesson—make sure he remembered it.

Chen Ling had no idea what Tang San was thinking. Even if he did, he would probably only sneer before calling him an idiot.

Facing Tang San, who was poised to strike, Chen Ling remained calm and composed. He did not immediately summon his martial soul, merely raising his right hand leisurely. His posture was relaxed, completely lacking the tension of someone about to fight.

"Chen Ling, martial soul sword, level thirty-two assault-system battle Soul Master."

His thoughts stirred as he silently examined the new power within him. Thanks to the boost from the noob-farming system, the complete Silent Origin Balance Art he had just unlocked had already reached perfect mastery. Its six realms had fused together seamlessly, requiring no adjustment whatsoever.

As his thoughts turned, Chen Ling increasingly felt that this cultivation technique was incredibly bizarre, as though it had been tailor-made to counter Tang San.

The unique Silent Origin inner breath condensed in the Silent Qi Realm inherently disrupted foreign inner power. Wasn't that a perfect counter to the Mysterious Heaven Skill Tang San relied upon?

The Mysterious Heaven Skill was renowned for its endless vitality and lasting endurance, but under the disturbance of Silent Origin inner breath, its internal energy circulation would inevitably become sluggish and obstructed. Its core advantage would vanish completely.

There was also the hand technique, Black Iron Sealing Meridians. The Silent Origin Corrosion Force it condensed could penetrate physical defenses and strike directly at the body's meridians.

Tang San's Mysterious Jade Hand was said to be indestructible and immune to all poisons, but it could not protect his meridians in the end. This technique happened to precisely exploit the weakness in his physical defenses.

The eye technique, Murky Abyss Heart Observation, emitted constant mental fluctuations that could continuously distort the opponent's image and movement trajectory within their field of vision, creating residual images where truth and falsehood blended together. It could completely cripple the Purple Demon Eye's fine observation and precise predictive abilities.

Beyond that, Pivot-Breaking Control could dismantle clever force exerted from afar, specifically countering the object-pulling force of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

The invisible domain spread by the Thousandfold Silent Defense Field was an even greater nemesis of all concealed weapons, perfectly countering every method in the Tang Sect's "Hundred Solutions of Concealed Weapons."

Chen Ling found it strange, but he accepted it gladly nonetheless. It was free, after all, and much better than swinging a sword around at random. Of course, the effects of these soul skills had definitely changed now. After all, his martial soul had gone from a rusty iron sword to the Azure Abyss Sword. He just did not know which version of the Azure Abyss Sword this was.

The reason he had remained relaxed and made no rush to attack was simple and straightforward. Farming noobs was about style and presence. If he crushed his opponent with full force from the start, it would lose its fun and the pleasure of toying with them.

Although he had usually been the one getting farmed in games during his previous life, Chen Ling still understood that principle.

"Arrogant!" Tang San shouted furiously. This man's calm and indifferent manner clearly showed that he looked down on Tang San. He was simply courting death.

"First soul skill, Blue Silver Binding!" Tang San shouted. He hesitated no longer as Blue Silver Grass covered in strange black-purple patterns burst from the ground and attacked Chen Ling, attempting to restrain him directly.

But in the next instant, Chen Ling's footwork became light and nimble. The Void-Balancing Step moved quietly into action as he stepped through the air, the balance of force around his body subtly distorted.

He appeared to stroll casually, yet he avoided every vine attack with perfect timing, remaining entirely unhurried and effortless.

As he evaded the attacks, Chen Ling spoke lightly, his tone carrying a teasing hint of regret. "Your first soul ring was completely wasted. Blue Silver Grass already has binding properties. Why waste a soul ring slot on it? I wonder what mediocre teacher taught you to fight like that."

The meaning behind Chen Ling's words made it sound as though Tang San's strength had disappointed him greatly.

The moment Tang San heard that, his eyes turned bloodshot and he began panting heavily.

Those words were like oil poured onto a fire.

The person Tang San respected most was Yu Xiaogang. Not only had this man looked down on him, but he even dared to publicly question his teacher's teachings. He was simply courting death.

He stopped holding back. His second and third soul skills erupted in succession, parasitic vines and spiderweb restraints layering over one another to seal off all of Chen Ling's possible paths of escape.

Yet no matter how tricky the techniques or how dense the attacks became, Chen Ling continued to stroll leisurely. His figure flickered unpredictably as he easily avoided every attack, clearly not taking Tang San's offense seriously at all.

Purple light surged in Tang San's eyes as he drove the Purple Demon Eye with all his strength, trying to capture his opponent's figure and predict his evasive path.

Yet strangely, the Purple Demon Eye had completely failed today.

Within his vision, Chen Ling's figure was impossible to distinguish as real or false, while his movements were warped and chaotic. All fine observation and precise prediction became useless. They played no role whatsoever, and the rhythm of the entire fight remained in Chen Ling's hands.

The audience below the stage had already become utterly absorbed, and the entire venue erupted in uproar.

Everyone was astonished by the complexity and ferocity of Tang San's Blue Silver Grass soul skills, but they were even more curious about Chen Ling's strange and unfathomable movement technique and miraculous evasive methods. The one-sided battle set everyone's blood boiling.

What exactly were that magical yet bizarre movement technique and those strange hands?

"Damn it!" Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he panted heavily. He no longer cared about Teacher Yu Xiaogang's instructions. With a swipe at his waist, dense poisoned concealed weapons flooded toward Chen Ling like a storm.

"Getting desperate?" Chen Ling chuckled. That laugh contained three parts disdain, three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and ninety-one parts apathy.

As his words fell, Chen Ling lightly tapped the arena floor with one foot, causing his body to rise slightly into the air as invisible force suddenly spread around him.

The Thousandfold Silent Defense Field activated silently. Layers of invisible barriers enveloped him, resisting the rain of concealed weapons like an incoming tide.

As the high-speed concealed weapons entered the domain, their speed dropped sharply and their trajectories shifted. Their fierce kinetic force was stripped away layer by layer.

Chen Ling raised his hand and dealt with them calmly. Sometimes he caught a flying needle with a light pinch of his fingers; sometimes he waved his hand and knocked aside concealed weapons with force. His movements flowed like water, utterly elegant and unrestrained.

The audience below watched in a daze, their hearts trembling. Every one of them was stunned by the scene.

Meanwhile, Tang San on the arena stage had already had his pupils shrink sharply. His face was full of disbelief as he instinctively retreated two steps, an unprecedented sense of helplessness rising in his heart.

Even Teacher Zhao had been unable to deal with that move so casually back then. At this moment, Tang San finally understood the despair of being countered.

The trump card he had been so proud of, the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques he had trained in for years, were nothing more than child's play in his opponent's eyes—utterly vulnerable.

The immense disparity plunged him into deep self-doubt.

Before Tang San could recover, Chen Ling's fingers twitched slightly, precisely stripping away all the lethal poison clinging to the concealed weapons. The toxins were isolated and dispersed by invisible force.

Then, with a casual wave of his hand, the concealed weapons scattered across the arena with clattering sounds like a pile of useless scrap metal, no longer carrying the slightest killing intent.

"That's it?" Chen Ling fully displayed the professionalism of a noob farmer. Shaking his head, he even reached toward Tang San and made a patting motion, as though patting his head from afar.