What Makes You Think I Can Only Create Six Wood Clones?

Luo Fan's words shattered Yu Xiaogang's composure as he watched the battle.

At the same time, Tang San's expression darkened.

"Luo Fan, I admit that your Wood Clone Soul Skill is indeed powerful, whether in combat or in assisting cultivation!"

"And you can even create your own Soul Skills!"

"But let me tell you this: I, Tang San, will never lose to the same person..."

At this point, Tang San raised two fingers in a scissor gesture. "Twice!"

However, in response to Tang San's pre-match trash talk, Luo Fan made an OK sign and corrected him, "Three times!"

Tang San: "..."

Well, thinking about it carefully, if they counted the fight over becoming the boss of Dorm Seven when they had first arrived, then it really was three times.

"Alright, you two, the Soul Duel begins!" the teacher acting as host announced.

"Luo Fan, there's something you probably don't know: you're not the only one who can create your own Soul Skills!" Tang San said, lowering his body slightly into an aggressive stance.

As soon as he spoke, he activated his Purple Demon Eyes. A flicker of violet light passed through his eyes, massively enhancing every aspect of his vision.

At the same time, he raised both hands. His palms glowed with a lustrous light, as though they were carved from fine jade. This was the power of the Mysterious Jade Hand.

"A Self-Created Soul Skill? Tang San has a Self-Created Soul Skill too?"

"Since when did Self-Created Soul Skills grow on trees? Why does it feel like anyone can create one?"

"Look at Tang San's eyes. They're glowing with a faint purple light!"

"And his hands—they've changed color!"

"So it's true? Tang San actually created Soul Skills too? Are first-year students really this ridiculous now?"

Hearing Tang San declare that he also possessed Self-Created Soul Skills, then seeing him openly display the powers of the Purple Demon Eyes and Mysterious Jade Hand, all the teachers and students watching naturally noticed the changes in him and began discussing them animatedly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

With the Purple Demon Eyes and Mysterious Jade Hand activated, Tang San quickly raised his hand while the distance advantage still remained. Using his unique techniques, he fired all sorts of hidden weapons toward Luo Fan!

Flying needles, coin darts, iron caltrops...

Some of these hidden weapons shot straight ahead, while others traced arcs through the air. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen had been launched.

Whether they flew straight or curved through the air, all of them were aimed at Luo Fan!

According to Tang San's strategy, if he wanted to defeat Luo Fan, he had to rely on the suppression of long-range attacks. He absolutely could not allow Luo Fan the chance to get close!

That hand shakes like a Gatling gun. The attack frequency really is high. Watching Tang San begin by using hidden weapons to suppress him from afar, Luo Fan silently nodded.

After all, Tang San had studied these things for over twenty years in his previous life. To be fair, his hidden weapon techniques had real substance and were absolutely no weaker than a Self-Created Soul Skill.

Luo Fan swiftly dodged the incoming hidden weapons while rapidly activating his own Soul Skill.

In the blink of an eye, six Wood Clones appeared!

The newly created Wood Clones immediately charged toward Tang San.

Already familiar with Luo Fan's abilities, Tang San used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track movement technique to swiftly evade and widen the distance, striving for the most precise positioning possible.

At the same time, he seized the opportunity to activate Blue Silver Entanglement.

The wildly growing Blue Silver Grass did not simply lash out at one Wood Clone. Instead, it rapidly split into multiple strands and swept toward all six Wood Clones.

A moment later, all six Wood Clones had been bound by Blue Silver Entanglement.

Huff... huff...

Although Blue Silver Entanglement had simultaneously locked down multiple targets, it was clearly a tremendous drain on Tang San's Soul Power. After just one move, he was already panting.

"Not bad, not bad. Your rate of growth really has been quite fast!"

Seeing all six of his Wood Clones controlled by Blue Silver Entanglement at once, Luo Fan raised his brows slightly and praised Tang San.

"Heh heh, Luo Fan, admit defeat. Without those Wood Clones to help you, even if you're strong, I can attack you from a distance. As long as I don't let you get close, you're guaranteed to lose!"

Though he was panting, Tang San revealed a smile, looking completely certain of victory.

That was right. His first Soul Skill, Wood Clone, had been controlled!

And his Self-Created Soul Skill, Rasengan, was a close-range attack.

In Tang San's view, he could not think of any possible way he could lose this battle!

"That's exactly it. Are you so inexplicably confident that you've become too arrogant to see the situation clearly?"

Seeing Tang San's certain-victory expression, Luo Fan shook his head. "You're using your Soul Skill to control my six clones at once. Even if my clones can't be bothered to struggle, how long do you think your Soul Power can last?"

"But you're controlling six clones at the same time. Your Soul Power..." Tang San could not help but retort.

However, his words abruptly stopped there.

Wait, something was wrong. Maintaining Blue Silver Entanglement while binding Luo Fan's six Wood Clones was indeed an enormous drain on his Soul Power. He was already panting!

Logically speaking, Luo Fan's Soul Power consumption from controlling six Wood Clones in battle should not be any less than his own.

So why was Luo Fan neither red-faced nor out of breath?

"Hey, that's right. Tang San is controlling six clones at once, so his Soul Power consumption is enormous. Logically, maintaining Luo Fan's six Wood Clones should also consume a great deal of Soul Power, shouldn't it?"

"What's going on?"

"What Soul Power Level is Luo Fan at, exactly?"

Through the exchange between Luo Fan and Tang San, the surrounding spectators—who had originally been amazed that Tang San, a control-type Soul Master, could also fight like an agility-attack type and even a long-range power-attack type—finally realized it as well.

They looked at Luo Fan, then at Tang San.

Both sides had activated their first Soul Skills and were locked in a contest of attrition!

One remained completely calm, while the other was gasping for breath!

Was that... reasonable?

"This is the true worth of a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. Wood Clones consume less Soul Power, and they're tougher too!"

"If it were only a Ten-Year Soul Ring, my Wood Clones would consume a huge amount of Soul Power. With just six Wood Clones, I'd probably be panting like this too, wouldn't I?"

Luo Fan carefully sensed his Soul Power consumption and found that he could easily keep it up. There was no problem at all.

"Luo Fan, could it be that your Wood Clone Soul Skill doesn't require Soul Power for you to control it?" Tang San asked, his expression extremely grim.

Although he currently held the upper hand, if Luo Fan's Soul Skill did not consume Soul Power, then he had to turn his advantage into victory before his own Soul Power ran out.

His Soul Power would not last more than a few minutes.

However, Luo Fan did not answer Tang San's question directly.

"Tang San, we're in the same dormitory, so you do know me fairly well!"

"Until now, I really have only ever released a maximum of six Wood Clones!"

"But what makes you think that my limit is only six Wood Clones?"