Tai Long Refused to Accept Defeat
"Start!"
No sooner had Liu Erlong finished speaking than Tai Long rushed out.
The Mighty Gorilla Martial Soul excels at direct bursts of power, and it doesn't have the habit of taking detours. It covered a distance of three zhang in a few steps, and its fist, as big as a sand pot, went straight for Tang San's shoulder, the wind from the punch causing the Blue Silver Grass to fall backward.
Tang San slipped, his foot grazing the right side of the fist.
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
Tai Long's punch missed, leaving a shallow crater in the ground. He swung his hand back, but Tang San had already retreated two zhang away. A dozen Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the soil and wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
"First Soul Skill, Binding."
The Blue Silver Grass tightened rapidly.
Some members of the returning group breathed a sigh of relief. They knew Tai Long's power; this level of restraint wouldn't hold him for long.
With a low growl, Tai Long spread his arms outwards, snapping the Blue Silver Grass in quick succession. Before the broken leaves even hit the ground, he had already pressed forward to Tang San once again.
Xiao Wu stood at the sidelines, her fingers clenched tightly.
"Why don't you use poison, brother?"
Yuan Yu said, "It's the first time since we entered school, let's save some face for now."
Oscar pulled two Recovery Big Sausage from his Soul Tool: "How about a few rounds?"
"No gambling."
Are you afraid of losing?
Yuan Yu glanced at the sausage in his hand. "I'm afraid I'll have to eat it even if I win."
Ma Hongjun burst out laughing.
During the fight, Tai Long threw seven consecutive punches.
Tang San never took a direct hit. He took small steps, always keeping close to the edge of the fist to avoid it, leaving the Blue Silver Grass where Tai Long would land. Tai Long was strong and fast, but every time he turned around, he had to tear off several more blades of grass, and his momentum gradually lost the smoothness it had at the beginning.
Tai Long also noticed the problem.
His Second Soul Ring lit up, and his shoulders and back suddenly swelled up a size, while the black Soul Power on his fists became thick and heavy. The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him again, but he grabbed it and pulled Tang San forward along with it.
Tang San did not let go.
Tai Long was overjoyed and raised his right fist.
"Come over!"
The Blue Silver Grass suddenly shortened, pulling Tang San closer, but his body spun halfway in mid-air. Before Tai Long's fist could land, two strands of Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his knees from behind.
Tang San touched the ground with his toes, using Tai Long's own pulling force to veer to the side.
Bang!
Tai Long crashed heavily to the ground, shaking the entire playground.
The group of returning students was completely silent.
Ma Hongjun raised his hand and counted, "Once."
Tai Long rolled over and stood up, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He didn't curse; his third Spirit Ring lit up immediately, the black gorilla phantom merging into his arms, and a thick layer of black light surfacing on his skin.
"Third Soul Skill, Mighty Vajra Fist!"
With this punch, the Blue Silver Grass beside Tang San's feet was pressed flat against the ground by the force of the punch.
A purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes.
The Purple Demon Eyes clearly saw the path of the fist, but he did not retreat. The Second Soul Ring lit up, Blue Silver Grass seeds that had been Parasitism Tai Long's clothes and skin grew simultaneously, wrapping around his shoulders, back, waist, and knees.
Tai Long's punch slowed down by half a breath.
Half a breath is enough.
Tang San ducked to avoid the punch, placed his right hand on Tai Long's wrist, and stepped his left foot between Tai Long's legs. With a flick of his Mysterious Heaven Skill, Tai Long lost his footing and flipped over Tang San's shoulder.
This time, he flew a full two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) away.
Before he even landed, the third Spirit Ring had already lit up beneath Tang San's feet.
"Spider Web Binding."
A blue-green spiderweb unfurled in mid-air, completely enveloping Tai Long. The web tightened rapidly upon landing, tiny venomous stingers clinging to his skin. Just as Tai Long tried to exert himself, a tingling sensation spread through his limbs.
He gritted his teeth and struggled twice, but the spider web tightened more and more.
Liu Erlong raised her hand. "That's enough. Tang San."
There was a moment of silence on the playground, but laughter quickly erupted from Shrek. The returning students didn't join in the commotion, but the way several advanced students looked at Tang San had changed.
Despite being significantly weaker in direct combat, they managed to keep Tai Long under their control from beginning to end. They had truly witnessed today how troublesome control-type Soul Master could be.
The alumni who had previously questioned the name change exchanged glances; no one considered Tang San's Blue Silver Grass a Trash Martial Soul anymore. Every time Tai Long thought he could reach someone, he would step next to the grass seeds Tang San had left behind. No matter how strong he was, it was all for naught if he couldn't hit his target.
Qin Ming stood below the high platform and watched the battle from beginning to end.
"Tai Long's burst damage is very strong, but his turning speed is too slow. Tang San's first three Binding him weren't intended to trap him; they were just testing how long it would take him to break free."
Tai Long, lying in the spiderweb, heard this too, and his face darkened even more. "You were calculating from the beginning?"
Tang San said, "If control-type characters wait until their opponent has finished their moves before figuring out a solution, it will be too late."
"Then why didn't you poison them the first time you met them?"
There's no need for classmates to spar.
Tai Long was stunned for a moment, then his struggles gradually subsided. Tang San's decisive victory, and the fact that he had been holding back, made him more convinced than simply knocking him down.
Tang San walked over and raised his hand to retrieve the poison from the spider web.
The numbness will dissipate in a while.
Tai Long lay on the ground catching his breath, then reached out his hand. Tang San helped him up. He stretched his arm, his face still pale, but he spoke decisively.
"I lost."
He turned to the alumni team. "Shrek is qualified to take over the academy and to compete in major tournaments. Anyone who disagrees will have to get past me first."
A hint of satisfaction appeared in Liu Erlong's eyes.
Tai Long was protective of his own and concerned about his reputation, so he could afford to lose this much, which didn't disappoint her.
Xiao Wu walked over to Tang San and brushed the grass off his sleeve. "Are you alright?"
"No."
Tai Long glanced at the two of them, and his previously triumphant expression stiffened again.
Yuan Yu passed by carrying Wine Gourd and casually patted him on the shoulder.
"Brother, you can practice after losing a fight, but it's hard to say what will happen if your eyesight is too slow."
Tai Long didn't understand. "What kind of taste?"
"Nothing."
Yuan Yu walked very fast, while Ma Hongjun and Oscar followed behind, trying not to laugh.
Tai Long wanted to ask more questions, Xiao Wu had already pulled Tang San towards the classroom. The two were very close, and Tang San explained in a low voice the poison in the spider web. Xiao Wu laughed after listening to a few words.
Tai Long stood there for a long time before finally understanding what Yuan Yu meant.
He bent down and brushed the grass off his clothes, his face turning pale and then red. Several alumni nearby wanted to laugh but dared not, so they took turns patting his shoulder.
"Stop filming," Tai Long said irritably. "We'll have extra practice this afternoon, and nobody's allowed to run away."
That afternoon, Flender rearranged the advanced course schedule. Tai Long had just finished applying medicine in the infirmary when he heard heavy footsteps outside.
A middle-aged man, even stronger than him, strode into the academy, grabbed Tai Long's arm as soon as he entered, and looked him up and down.
Who hit him?
Tai Long's expression changed. "Dad, I was just sparring normally."
The middle-aged man frowned when he saw the marks on the man's wrist.
"I'm asking you, who hit him?"
Tang San had just come out of the classroom when he heard the noise and stopped in the corridor.
"I."
The middle-aged man turned around.
The aura of a level 58 Soul King suddenly spread throughout the courtyard.