Yu Xiaogang Flies into a Rage

"I fell for it!" As Cheng Xiao's lightning-fast leg shadow came kicking at him, a chill instantly rose in Tang San's heart. If that kick hit him, even if it did not kill him, it would strip him of a layer of skin!

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Faced with Cheng Xiao's attack, Tang San reacted swiftly as well. He stamped his foot and used the footwork of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, trying to quickly widen the distance between them.

But how could Cheng Xiao possibly give Tang San the chance to pull away? A vicious glint flashed through his eyes as powerful Killing Intent erupted in an instant, shrouding Tang San. The Killing Intent skill activated, directly weakening all of Tang San's attributes by fifty percent. Once the speed advantage of even the mysterious Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track footwork was stripped away, it would become difficult to sustain, wouldn't it?

The instant Tang San moved, it was as though an invisible force dragged at his body, making him slow and heavy. Before his eyes, that scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared once more. Before Tang San could activate his Purple Demon Eye, a powerful force erupted from Cheng Xiao's sweeping kick, its unstoppable momentum surging forth and sweeping toward Tang San.

Bang!

With a deafening crash, Tang San's body was sent flying backward as though struck by a cannonball, before crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough." Tang San clutched his stomach and coughed violently as intense pain spread throughout his body. Cheng Xiao's strike had nearly robbed him of his ability to fight.

"Heh heh, it seems that even Tang San with his special weapon is no match for Cheng Xiao. After taking that kick from Cheng Xiao, Tang San probably has no strength left to fight." Watching Tang San lie sprawled on the ground in the arena, Headmaster Mano could not help but smile.

"What exactly are the traits of this brat's martial soul? Xiao San is having such a hard time dealing with him. Stealth, defense... could it be that this brat just hunted down whatever Soul Skills he pleased?" Master's gaze fell upon Cheng Xiao, his expression dark and deeply displeased. If Xiao San keeps being suppressed by Cheng Xiao, his confidence will definitely suffer a severe blow. Could it be... that he still needs to switch to cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer?

"It's over, Tang San." Standing before Tang San, Cheng Xiao's eyes radiated coldness.

"No... I haven't lost yet. I can't disappoint Teacher... I absolutely cannot... concede." Tang San struggled to stretch out a hand, and a dim blue glow bloomed forth.

"Second Soul Skill... Para... Parasite!"

Tang San forced himself to activate his second Soul Skill. He did not believe that, at such close range, Cheng Xiao still had a way to evade the Blue Silver Grass seeds. So long as the Parasite skill activated successfully, he could win this battle!

"That's enough, Xiao San!" Seeing Tang San still stubbornly resist, Master could no longer remain seated. He hurried over to Tang San, intending to help him up, but an arm blocked the hand Master had extended.

"What are you doing? He has already lost. Are you still trying to kill him?" Master glared furiously at Cheng Xiao and demanded in an angry voice.

"Lost? How did I not know that?" Cheng Xiao expressionlessly shot back at Master's question. "Master, if Tang San personally admits defeat, then this sparring match will be over. You are only his teacher, not him."

"Before the sparring match ends, as long as Tang San does not personally say that he concedes, then this match should continue. After all... wasn't it you who said that battles between Soul Masters were ever-changing?"

"You!" Master was rendered speechless by Cheng Xiao's retort. Yes, he had indeed said those words, but he had not expected Cheng Xiao to hear them from so far away. He had truly lifted a stone only to smash his own foot with it.

"Enough, Cheng Xiao. As headmaster, I'll make the decision. You won this sparring match. Tang San is already in this state, so there is no need to continue." Seeing that the atmosphere between them had become tense, Headmaster Mano hurried over and said.

Hearing this, Cheng Xiao said nothing. He merely lowered his head and stared at Tang San, who lay on the ground with a twisted expression.

"Xiao San, hurry and concede. Teacher will take you to get treated. Don't delay your treatment just to prove yourself." Seeing Cheng Xiao's relentless manner, Master was filled with pent-up anger. Yet Tang San was his disciple after all. Winning or losing one match meant nothing; what mattered was the path of cultivation ahead.

Only after hearing Master's words did Tang San slowly say, "I concede."

Yet when he spoke those words, Tang San's gaze was exceedingly cold. He did not understand. He clearly possessed the supreme techniques of the Tang Sect, so why could he not defeat Cheng Xiao even once? Was he truly that weak?

No, it was not that he was weak. It was that Blue Silver Grass was weak. If he could cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer, how could he have lost so badly?

Ignoring Tang San's thoughts, after hearing him say the words "I concede," Cheng Xiao gave Headmaster Mano a slight nod. He then turned around and strode away from the Playground.

Watching Cheng Xiao leave, Master's expression shifted unpredictably. But the most important thing now was to take Tang San for treatment and have his body examined. Everything else could wait.

Thus, after greeting Headmaster Mano, Master carried Tang San on his back and headed for Nuoding Academy's infirmary. There was a healing-type Soul Master there in his thirties. With that man's treatment, Tang San's body should recover quickly.

After returning to the Dormitory, Cheng Xiao first took a bath. Then, dressed in loose clothes, he returned to his Bed. Xiao Wu and the others were still in class, leaving the Dormitory empty and silent.

Sitting cross-legged on the Bed, Cheng Xiao extended his right hand. With a thought, black mist immediately poured from his palm.

"I didn't expect Shadow Power to be so useful. If I can condense it into weapons, I won't need to carry two Short Swords around anymore."

His gaze shifted toward the two Short Swords on the table, their surfaces gleaming with metallic luster, and Cheng Xiao muttered to himself.

Carrying two Short Swords around with him was indeed somewhat troublesome. He had originally planned to use them to hunt Soul Beasts, but now, let alone hunting Soul Beasts, simply cultivating every day to raise his level was enough.

Shaking his head slightly, Cheng Xiao closed his eyes and entered meditation. Perhaps because of the Shadow Monarch, the Soul Power within his body had basically all transformed into Shadow Power. Compared with ordinary Soul Power that had no particular traits, Shadow Power was more domineering and far more versatile.

However, after his Soul Power transformed into Shadow Power, his cultivation speed slowed as well. Cheng Xiao did not mind, though. From the current situation, his cultivation speed was considered normal. Otherwise, his Soul Power level should have risen much more slowly than Tang San's.

After all, Tang San possessed a cultivation method like the Mysterious Heaven Skill that could increase his cultivation speed, while Cheng Xiao relied solely on ordinary meditation to raise his Soul Power level. The fact that he had not fallen behind in levels was enough to prove how easy it was to advance during the early stages of cultivation. Yet as one's level increased, cultivation speed would correspondingly slow down. That was where the difficulty of cultivation lay.