Tang San, You're About to Run Into Big Luck!

Lu Yuan looked calm. "Oh, really? Then how do you explain this Spirit Ring of mine?"

Tang San was stumped. For a moment, he could not speak.

He found himself with no answer at all.

It was true!

The evidence was right before his eyes.

Lu Yuan really did have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

And he was still alive and well.

There was no sign of his body exploding. None whatsoever.

That alone was the strongest possible rebuttal to the so-called "iron rule."

But Tang San refused to accept it.

He was Yu Xiaogang's disciple. He believed his teacher's theory was correct.

There had to be some reason he did not know about.

That had to be why the young man before him was in this situation.

Could it be?

Did this young man have some unusual constitution?

Or was there something special about his Martial Soul?

Could it really be his Martial Soul?

"What's your Martial Soul?" Tang San asked, overstepping yet again.

Lu Yuan frowned, though he did not take too much offense from a child.

In fact, Lu Yuan was kind enough to raise his hand.

His Martial Soul appeared instantly.

Big Luck!

A Big Luck light truck appeared beside him, its headlights flashing once.

"A handcart?" Tang San frowned, blurting out the word.

But after taking several more looks, Tang San felt that the Martial Soul before him did not look much like a handcart...

In the end, though, he decided Lu Yuan's Martial Soul was still a handcart, just a larger one...

Lu Yuan smiled faintly. "That's right! A Handcart Martial Soul."

"Mm... They all said my Martial Soul was a handcart for hauling manure." Lu Yuan grinned without a care. "So they drove me out of the village."

Tang San's brows rose, and he fell silent again.

He took a closer look at the ragged young man before him and the golden-brown grilled chop in his hand.

After a long pause, he said slowly, "My name is Tang San. I'm from Holy Soul Village! May I ask how you obtained a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

At least he had finally shown some manners.

Lu Yuan took a bite of grilled meat and said evenly, "I ran it over."

"Ran it over?" Tang San froze.

"Mm!" Lu Yuan pointed at Big Luck. "I drove it into a Ten-Thousand-Year Armored Rhino and killed it. Then I got the ring."

Tang San stared at him, dumbfounded: "..."

He wondered if he had run into a madman.

But Lu Yuan's Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was real. It could not be fake.

Tang San looked deeply at Lu Yuan and made a decision.

He was going to get to the bottom of this.

Not to prove anything, but to uncover the truth and push past the limits of theory.

It might be the greatest discovery of his journey.

Lu Yuan finished his chop and was just about to leave.

Tang San rudely stretched out a hand again and blocked his way, a glint in his eyes.

His Sleeve Arrow was ready to fire at any moment. At the same time, he had channeled his Soul Power into his Blue Silver Grass, preparing to attack Lu Yuan.

"Wait!" Tang San said darkly. "I have something to ask you."

Lu Yuan looked at Tang San blocking his path, displeasure crossing his face. "What is it?"

He had also noticed the Sleeve Arrow hidden in Tang San's cuff and the fluctuation of Soul Power.

But he paid them little mind. With his current strength, he could crush Tang San.

Still, Lu Yuan was surprised. He had not expected the young man before him to be Tang San.

He never would have thought that after arriving on Douluo Continent, he would actually meet Tang San himself.

At first, Lu Yuan had thought Tang San might be worth getting to know.

But after Tang San's repeated rudeness, Lu Yuan was beginning to change his mind.

Tang San kept his Sleeve Arrow poised to fire. "Your first Spirit Ring is ten thousand years old! That violates the core tenets of the Ten Great Martial Souls! I want to know how you did it."

Lu Yuan shook his head slightly. "Didn't I just tell you? I ran it over."

"Impossible!" Tang San declared loudly. "A dying Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast could kill any soul master below the Soul Ancestor level with its final counterattack. You don't even seem to have Soul Power. How could you run over a Ten-Thousand-Year Armored Rhino and kill it?"

Indeed, no one but Lu Yuan himself could sense his Soul Power.

That gave him the chance to hide his strength.

Lu Yuan shrugged. "If you don't believe me, I can't help you."

Tang San's gaze sharpened.

He decided the young man had no intention of telling the truth.

In that case, he would have to force it out of him another way.

Tang San quietly channeled his Soul Power. Blue-black vines began spreading through the soil beneath his feet, waiting like hidden vipers for the order to strike.

"If you won't tell me, I'll have to test your strength myself." Tang San looked at Lu Yuan, his voice turning cold.

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You want to fight me?"

Lu Yuan had naturally sensed what Tang San was doing.

"This isn't a fight. I'm verifying a theory." Tang San's face was cold as he swept his right hand forward!

The next instant, strands of Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground!

Seven or eight blue-black vines, each as thick as a thumb, shot up from the soil beneath Lu Yuan's feet and coiled toward his legs and waist.

Tang San struck fast, from a tricky angle. It was the result of countless sessions of combat training.

In his eyes, the young man might have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

But Lu Yuan gave off no trace of Soul Power. If Tang San bound him with Blue Silver Grass first,

he could take his time questioning him and get the answer he wanted.

What happened next shattered both his assumptions and his arrogance.

The strands of Blue Silver Grass rushed toward Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan did not even dodge. He simply said, "Big Luck."

Boom!!

Big Luck, parked beside him, let out a low roar.

Under Lu Yuan's control, it blocked the oncoming Blue Silver Grass.

The moment the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Big Luck, it hissed as though it had touched a red-hot iron. Then it broke apart, inch by inch!

Tang San's pupils contracted, and his expression changed drastically.

Can this lousy handcart Martial Soul really kill a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast? Tang San wondered, regaining his composure.

I don't believe it!!

Tang San channeled his Soul Power again. More Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground on every side, sweeping toward Big Luck like an enormous green net!

This time, Tang San used his full strength.

Blue Silver Grass was not a powerful Martial Soul, but under his control, it displayed astonishing toughness and flexibility.

The strands of Blue Silver Grass crossed and intertwined, cutting off every route of escape. Tang San meant to trap and crush Lu Yuan together with his handcart.

"You're about to run into Big Luck!"

Lu Yuan finally spoke, his voice lazy.