Grandmaster: Little San, How Could I Live Without You?

"Who am I supposed to ask if you're asking me?"

That was Yu Xiaogang's reflexive thought when Tang San questioned him.

He had read Spirit Hall's records. They drew on the findings of tens of thousands of Soul Masters, and they put the limit for a First Soul Ring at just over four hundred years!

He had even incorporated that finding into his Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul. It could not be wrong!

But now? Luo Fan had actually absorbed a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?

He had never even heard of such a thing.

Yet although Yu Xiaogang had no idea what was going on, he kept his face stern and unsmiling, betraying not a trace of doubt.

"Little San, a fight isn't decided by a Soul Ring's age alone. What matters most is your ability to adapt on the spot!" Yu Xiaogang told Tang San.

Tang San felt a little more settled.

His teacher was right. Luo Fan's Soul Ring was absurdly old, but a fight still came down to the person fighting it!

In his previous life, the Shu Tang Sect had relied on Hidden Weapons and poison. Assassinating warriors with profound inner strength had been as easy as eating a meal!

More importantly, his First Soul Skill was a control skill. It was the perfect counter to a brute-force Soul Master like Luo Fan!

Purple Demon Eyes. Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

Tang San's Soul Power had already broken through to level twelve. As he unleashed the Tang Sect's secret techniques, his vision sharpened and his movements grew nimbler. He rushed straight at Luo Fan!

Luo Fan watched him closely and raised a hand.

Tang San knew Luo Fan was absurdly stronger than he was. He did not dare clash head-on, so he used his agile footwork to circle Luo Fan and search for an opening!

A moment later, Tang San's eyes narrowed. He had found one.

First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!

Whoosh!

As he activated his Soul Skill, Blue Silver Grass surged outward like living snakes. It raced toward Luo Fan and bound him tight!

Luo Fan struggled a few times, but the Blue Silver Grass stretched like rubber bands and had decent toughness besides. Even with his strength, breaking free was not easy!

As expected of a Soul Skill. It had some bite!

"Luo Fan, you've lost!" Seeing Luo Fan trapped by his Soul Skill and apparently unable to break free, Tang San declared his victory with a smug look!

Once caught by his Soul Skill, Luo Fan was like prey in a spiderweb. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape!

"Phew..."

Yu Xiaogang had kept his stern expression when Luo Fan revealed a purple Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, but inside, he had been tense. Now that Tang San's Blue Silver Entanglement had caught Luo Fan, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief!

Then he cast a smug glance at the growing crowd of students and teachers.

See that? That's my disciple! He could defeat someone with a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring using only a Hundred-Year Soul Ring!

"Isn't it a little early to call the fight? I haven't used my Soul Skill yet!"

Though the Blue Silver Grass held him fast, Luo Fan shook his head. His expression remained calm, without a hint of panic!

What does he mean? I've already got him trapped. What can he possibly do? Tang San frowned, convinced Luo Fan was bluffing!

The Blue Silver Grass in Luo Fan's hand began to grow wildly too!

He could not move, but that did not stop him from using his Martial Soul!

First Soul Skill: Wood Clone Technique!

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Luo Fan's Blue Silver Grass surged forth. Moments later, it landed on the ground and formed four humanoid figures.

In the blink of an eye, all four figures transformed into Luo Fan. They looked exactly like him!

"Now it's our turn!"

"Can your Blue Silver Grass control all of us at once?"

"Enough talk. Let's get him!"

The four Wood Clones spoke to Tang San one after another, then sprang forward and charged him!

"What kind of Soul Skill is that? An illusion skill? He made several copies of himself?"

"No, that's not right! Those clones can talk! They're not illusions or tricks of the eye. They look solid!"

"One person turns into several? How are you supposed to fight that? A one-on-one duel just became a gang beating!"

"So this is what a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring can do?"

Luo Fan's Wood Clone Technique was astonishing enough, but each Wood Clone also seemed to have its own mind and could speak for itself. Everyone watching was dumbstruck!

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Faced with four Wood Clones closing in, Tang San quickly used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, hoping his footwork would help him evade them!

"Aaaah!"

But however fast and nimble he was, he could not dodge a beating from all four Wood Clones!

A moment later, his miserable screams rang out. The four Luo Fans rushed him, their blows raining down on him.

The sound broke hearts and brought tears to eyes!

Even the heavens seemed unable to bear it. Rain came pouring down, as though weeping for Tang San!

Tang San even tried to fight back with poison in secret!

Unfortunately, although the Wood Clones looked like Luo Fan, they were still made of wood.

Poison? It did nothing to them.

And unlike Shadow Clones, Wood Clones were not so fragile that a single hit would make them vanish!

"Stop hitting him! All of you, stop!"

Yu Xiaogang could no longer keep up his usual imposing, serious manner. He hurried through the rain to break up the fight!

Soon the Blue Silver Grass binding the real Luo Fan shrank away and disappeared. Tang San lay on the ground like a dead dog, his face so bruised and swollen that even his mother would not have recognized him.

"Sigh..." Watching this, Xiao Wu shook her head and sighed helplessly!

So what if your Blue Silver Entanglement could trap Luo Fan?

You could trap one, but could you trap five?

When a whole pack of Luo Fans came rushing at you, there seemed to be no answer to it!

Tang San had thought his Soul Skill countered Luo Fan. But Luo Fan's Wood Clone Technique was, by its very nature, a counter to every single-target control skill.

"Little San..." Yu Xiaogang bent down to help the bruised and swollen Tang San up.

But Tang San shot him a resentful glare, shoved him away, then turned and ran!

The shove sent Yu Xiaogang stumbling, nearly knocking him over. He stood there in a daze, watching Tang San run off!

That resentful look felt like a thorn driven into his heart.

This was bad. The peerless genius he'd finally taken as his disciple wouldn't decide he was a fraud and leave him, would he?

No, he couldn't! If Tang San left, how would he ever prove himself?

"Little San, don't go! How could I live without you? Little San! Little San!" Yu Xiaogang cried, hurrying after him!