Mom's Entanglement? Just Fuel!

A thin figure pushed through the crowd. It was Yu Xiaogang.

He had heard Tang San was going to face Jiang Hao in a Spirit Fight and had rushed over without even finishing his meal.

Seeing that the fight had yet to begin, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Xiaogang strode to Tang San's side and lowered his voice. "Little San, what are you doing? You've only just obtained your Soul Ring. Why rush into a fight?"

"Teacher, he insulted my mother."

Tang San's voice was calm, but anger churned in his eyes. "I have to fight him."

Yu Xiaogang frowned. He glanced at Jiang Hao, who stood lounging across from them, and snorted.

"Fine. Let this brat see the power of a century-old Soul Ring. It'll teach him what a real gap looks like!"

He patted Tang San on the shoulder and stepped aside.

He was already planning how he would "reluctantly" accept Jiang Hao as his disciple afterward.

"Let's start."

Jiang Hao yawned. "I still have to eat after this."

Tang San took a deep breath and slowly raised both hands.

A slender blade of Blue Silver Grass sprang from his palm, its green leaves swaying gently in the sunlight.

Then a bright yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet and circled the grass, giving off a faint glow.

"A century-old Soul Ring! It's a century-old Soul Ring!"

The students watching erupted in excitement.

"Holy shit! His first Soul Ring is a century old? What kind of monster is he?"

"Wasn't Xiao Yuchen's first Soul Ring only a white ten-year one? That's a huge difference!"

"Wait, look at his martial soul! It's Blue Silver Grass!"

"Blue Silver Grass? That weed growing by the roadside?"

"What a shame. His martial soul is trash, so even a great Soul Ring is wasted on him."

The exclamations came one after another. Tang San heard them, and the corners of his mouth lifted despite himself.

But the moment he heard them belittle Blue Silver Grass, his smile froze.

What a bunch of shortsighted fools!

They had no idea what Blue Silver Grass could do!

Today, he would use Blue Silver Grass to defeat Jiang Hao head-on!

Then they would be ashamed of what they had said!

Tang San suppressed his anger and looked coldly at Jiang Hao. "Where's your martial soul? Bring it out. Don't make excuses when you lose!"

"What's the rush?"

Jiang Hao chuckled and leisurely raised his right hand.

The next instant, a deep purple Soul Ring flared to life beneath his feet.

The entire field fell so silent that a dropped pin could have been heard.

"A-am I seeing things?"

"A thousand-year Soul Ring? For his first one!?"

"Fuck, who is this guy!?"

After a brief, stunned silence, the field exploded with cries of disbelief, louder than firecrackers at New Year.

Tang San's smile froze on his face. It was as though someone had slapped him, leaving him unable to react.

He stared at the deep purple ring beneath Jiang Hao's feet, his pupils contracting sharply.

Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!

Tang San screamed inwardly.

The theoretical limit for a first Soul Ring was a little over four hundred years. His teacher had told him so himself.

But Jiang Hao's Soul Ring was at least a thousand years old. How the fuck was that possible!?

Had his teacher lied to him!?

"This is impossible... Absolutely impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang clutched his head, eyes bloodshot and body trembling.

"A first Soul Ring older than four hundred and thirty-two years will cause the body to explode! That's an iron law, the result of more than half a lifetime of my research!"

"How did he do it? How!?"

Yu Xiaogang could not believe any spirit master could obtain a thousand-year Soul Ring as his first.

And if anyone could, it should have been Yu Xiaogang's disciple.

How could Jiang Hao, some country bumpkin, have one!?

Seeing that Jiang Hao had drawn everyone's attention, Tang San's gaze darkened.

"Jiang Hao, so what if your Soul Ring is older? A Spirit Fight takes more than that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Jiang Hao.

As the inner energy of Mysterious Heaven Skill flowed through him, a faint jade sheen spread over Tang San's right hand. He drove it straight at Jiang Hao's face.

Black Jade Hands could break metal and stone when mastered. Against a six-year-old child, it was an overwhelmingly deadly move.

"A contest of strength? Gladly."

Jiang Hao answered Tang San's punch with one of his own.

Bang!

A dull impact rang out.

Tang San's body stopped short in midair, then hurtled backward.

He crashed heavily to the ground with a thud.

Bracing himself against the ground, he staggered to his feet. His right hand was swollen and purplish-red, and sharp pain throbbed through his finger bones.

That strength... No six-year-old should have it!

Tang San gritted his teeth, and the inner energy of Mysterious Heaven Skill raced through his meridians.

A gentle current wrapped around his injured right hand, easing the pain a little.

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Hao with new wariness.

Jiang Hao stood where he was, arms crossed. "That's it? You were talking pretty big a moment ago."

"Don't get cocky, Jiang Hao!"

Tang San took a deep breath and thrust both hands upward. His first Soul Ring blazed.

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!"

Several blue-green strands of Blue Silver Grass surged from his palms. They twisted through the air like living things and swept toward Jiang Hao.

"Oh? Mom's Entanglement?"

Disdain flashed in Jiang Hao's eyes.

He raised his right hand and spread his fingers.

Silvery-white flames danced in his palm, then became several flaming vines. They wound through the air to meet Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.

Sizzle!

The moment the flaming vines struck the Blue Silver Grass, a piercing hiss rang out.

Tang San's pupils shrank. He could clearly feel that his grass could not withstand the heat. Its leaves blackened, curled, and caught fire the instant they touched the flames!

"What!?"

Before Tang San could react, Jiang Hao's flaming vines had spread along the Blue Silver Grass and were closing in on him before his eyes.

Oh no!

Tang San instinctively tried to sever his connection to the Blue Silver Grass, but the flames spread too fast. He could not react in time.

Boom!

Silvery-white flames caught the hem of Tang San's clothes and raced up his arm. In the blink of an eye, they had engulfed him.

"Aaaaagh!"

Tang San screamed and rolled frantically across the ground, trying to put out the flames.

But these were no ordinary flames. They did not feel hot against his skin. Instead, they brought a strange, burning pain, as though something were burrowing beneath it.

"Teacher! Teacher, save me!"

Tang San shouted toward Yu Xiaogang, his voice breaking.

Yu Xiaogang stood rooted to the spot, his face turning green.

He had just been thinking about how to take Jiang Hao as his disciple. In the next instant, his prized disciple had been beaten so badly he was rolling on the ground.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Jiang Hao, this is only a sparring match! How could you be so vicious?"

"Vicious?"