Tang San Was Angered into Spitting Blood

Oscar was stirred up by those words.

"How can you prove that you found it first? When we found it, we didn't see any sign of you."

"No need to rush, young man." Chao Tianxiang remained composed. "Look at the serpent's belly. There are three wounds there from my cane."

Everyone looked over.

Sure enough, three clear wounds could be seen on the serpent's belly. She had not lied.

"But even so, we were the ones who dealt the final blow and caught it," Tang San said.

"Your granddaughter's teacher is also your teacher, so I ought not bully the young. How about this? For your teacher's sake, we'll settle it according to Soul Master rules. You will spar with my granddaughter, and the loser will give up the soul ring."

With that said.

Chao Tianxiang pointed her Serpent Cane directly at Oscar.

Her aged face was filled with authority, leaving Oscar too intimidated to meet her gaze.

"Senior, Oscar is a Support System Soul Master. Let me take his place," Tang San stepped forward.

He put on a righteous front.

But his heart was dark.

They say that even when beating a dog, one should consider its master. Today, I'll thoroughly crush your disciple and slap you across the face!

Meng Yiran looked at Tang San and whispered into Chao Tianxiang's ear.

"This seems to be the person who competed against Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing in the arena last time. The flesh on the back of his hand was scraped away, and it seems his relationship with Master isn't very good."

Chao Tianxiang immediately remembered.

She made her decision at once.

"Good. Yiran, make sure you don't disgrace your master."

"Of course, Grandma."

Meng Yiran answered and stepped forward two paces. She first exchanged a smile with Feng Yang.

Only then did her gaze settle on Tang San's face.

"Meng Yiran. Martial spirit: Snake Blade. Level thirty, two-ring Battle Soul Master."

"Tang San. Martial spirit: Blue Silver Grass. Level twenty-nine, two-ring Battle Soul Master."

"Heh." Meng Yiran sneered. "Blue Silver Grass? It's nothing but a useless martial spirit!"

A useless martial spirit?

Everyone who had called Blue Silver Grass a useless martial spirit had been defeated by it!

Tang San was furious!

The battle was about to erupt.

Meng Yiran raised her Snake Blade and thrust forward.

The ferocious attack kept Tang San from letting down his guard. He tilted his head and sidestepped, dodging the strike. After they switched positions—

"First soul skill!"

Eight Blue Silver Grass stalks suddenly burst from the ground and stretched outward.

Whoosh—

They were about to wrap Meng Yiran up, radiating immense pressure.

Just as they were about to bind her.

"Crescent Guard!"

Light flashed across Meng Yiran's body as she spun fiercely in place.

Her Snake Blade moved with her.

Buzzz—!

It gave off a resonant hum!

She moved so quickly that the eye could barely catch each motion.

All anyone saw was a dark gleam spinning around her in a full circle.

Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!

Wherever it passed.

The eight Blue Silver Grass stalks snapped apart!

Several leaves around them were sent fluttering to the ground.

It was unbelievably cool.

"Ah?!"

"Ah?!"

"Ah?!"

Everyone present was utterly shocked.

"How is that possible?!"

"What incredible force!"

"She actually sliced Xiao San's Blue Silver Vines clean in half?"

"Among us, only Boss Dai at level thirty-eight could probably do that, right?"

"Who says? Zhu Zhuqing did it too."

"But Zhu Zhuqing had Rongrong's support."

Tang San stared blankly at Meng Yiran!

Was Blue Silver Grass really a useless martial spirit?

"First soul skill, Snake Blade!"

A phantom purple Snake Blade shot straight at him.

Tang San hurriedly dodged.

With his Blue Silver Grass rendered useless, he immediately closed in to fight at close range.

After a brief exchange.

Tang San grabbed Meng Yiran's Snake Blade.

Soul Power surged into the weapon, emitting a green light.

Meng Yiran did not choose to abandon her Tool Spirit.

"Hmph, you want to test strength against strength? I'll indulge you!"

She poured Soul Power into her Tool Spirit as well, and purple light spilled forth.

Bang!

The lights created by their Soul Power collided and held each other in a deadlock.

Tang San became smug.

Your Soul Power is higher than mine, but I possess the Mysterious Heaven Skill, a supreme internal cultivation method of the Daoist school. Its energy is endless and unceasing. If we drag this out, her Soul Power will be completely exhausted, and she'll pass out.

However.

"Heaven Five Generates Earth, Earth Ten Completes It."

Meng Yiran chanted.

"Ah!"

She suddenly shouted!

Activating Crescent Guard, she erupted with 150% of her strength. After spinning once.

Purple light surrounded Meng Yiran's body. That 150% power was converted into defense and would continue for one minute.

Meng Yiran activated Crescent Guard again, condensing that 150% defensive power once more and unleashing it all at once.

As it exploded forth.

Tang San only felt an enormous force sweeping toward him.

It was completely impossible to withstand.

"Ah!!"

With a cry of pain, he was blasted backward.

Bang!

He finally crashed heavily onto the ground.

"Hmph." Meng Yiran looked down at Tang San with a proud snort. "You're utterly pathetic. And you dared step out to fight on someone else's behalf?"

"..."

His internal organs had already been shaken into turmoil by Crescent Guard's explosive strike.

Then he heard such mocking words.

Unable to hold it in any longer, he was instantly enraged.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Xiao San!!"

The others hurriedly gathered around him.

"Hahaha." Meng Yiran burst into laughter at the sight. "Are you really that narrow-minded? You spat blood just because I mocked you once?"

"..."

"..."

"Yiran, hurry and thank your master."

Chao Tianxiang was overjoyed and said so with a smile.

She understood very well.

Without becoming Feng Yang's disciple and learning his soul skill, it would have been impossible for Meng Yiran to defeat that boy.

"Mm!"

Meng Yiran answered and walked directly over to Feng Yang.

"Master, I've fully mastered the Crescent Guard you taught me. I didn't disgrace you, did I?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others were speechless once more.

Just who was Feng Yang?

Why were all the disciples he taught so powerful?

It was truly infuriating!!

Xiao Wu regretted things even more. She only felt that she had been too foolish. If she had not followed Tang San in causing trouble and provoking Feng Yang from the beginning, she would not have been constantly beaten by him and humiliated alongside Tang San.

Feng Yang affectionately patted her head.

"Not bad."

Meng Yiran pursed her lips, looking somewhat shy.

"Hmph." Ning Rongrong snorted as though jealous, turning her little face away so she would not look.

"However, Yiran." Feng Yang looked at her and continued.

"Please tell me, Master." Meng Yiran rolled her eyes upward and looked at him with a face full of admiration.

"This Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent is too low in age. Find another one," Feng Yang said.

Meng Yiran froze for a moment, then immediately nodded.

"Mm, I'll listen to Master in everything."

"Good girl." Feng Yang patted Meng Yiran's head again.

"Hehe." Meng Yiran chuckled softly. "But Master, this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent is fifteen hundred years old, just right for me to absorb now. If it's any older, can I withstand it?"

"Don't worry. Since you've learned Crescent Guard, your body's potential has been developed by another fifty percent. You can definitely handle it," Feng Yang said.

Meng Yiran's eyes lit up.

"Mm-hm."

At first, Chao Tianxiang had thought Meng Yiran foolish for agreeing so readily.

Only after hearing the latter part did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oscar, hurry and absorb the soul ring. Don't waste time," Feng Yang said.

"..."

Oscar looked as though he had eaten shit.

He felt as though it had been handed to him out of charity—and it was something they did not even want.

Tang San and the others all felt that they had lost every shred of face.