News of the fight between Tang San and Su Mo spread quite quickly.
After all, Su Mo was now somewhat of a celebrity at Notting Academy.
Having defeated Xiao Chenyu, he had made a name for himself among many students.
Therefore, for a time, the Back Mountain was packed densely with people.
Even Yu Xiaogang arrived.
Although his injuries had not completely healed yet, they no longer affected his daily life.
Normally, Yu Xiaogang had zero interest in fights between students; given that time, he would rather study his own theories more.
However, hearing that it was his disciple Tang San, he specifically came over.
He wanted to see how Tang San had been developing his soul skills lately.
"This is impossible!"
Seeing the ring of purple Soul Ring at Su Mo's feet, Yu Xiaogang immediately cried out in shock.
The other students were equally astounded.
"How is that possible? How could anyone's First Soul Ring be a thousand-year one?"
"Mine is only a ten-year Soul Ring, so why is his a thousand-year one?"
"This isn't fair! What gives?"
For the first time, Yu Xiaogang doubted his own Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls theory.
He had calculated countless times that the absolute limit for a First Soul Ring was clearly 423 years.
Now, Su Mo's appearance directly shattered his theory.
This left Yu Xiaogang unable to accept it.
Could it be that all his years of research were wrong?
At that moment, Tang San looked at Su Mo with a horrified gaze.
"How is that possible? Wasn't your Innate Soul Power only level three? How could you have a Soul Ring?"
"And why is your First Soul Ring a thousand-year one?"
Tang San thought of how his own Soul Ring was merely ten-year.
In an instant, his heart grew unbalanced.
Why? What right did trash like Su Mo have to a thousand-year Soul Ring?
While a genius like him had only absorbed a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.
The heavens were simply too unfair.
He even began to waver in his belief of his teacher's theoretical knowledge for the first time.
Teacher Yu Xiaogang had clearly stated that the limit for a soul master's First Soul Ring was 423 years.
Then what was this right in front of him?
Could it be that Gangzi had been lying to him all along?
Impatiently, Su Mo said, "Why ask so much? Are you going to fight or not? If not, I'm leaving."
Tang San gritted his teeth, his gaze turning fierce: "I'll fight!"
Even though Su Mo was already a One-Ring Soul Master and possessed a thousand-year Soul Ring.
He might not necessarily lose.
He still had his Hidden Weapons, and he refused to believe that Su Mo could dodge them.
"Tang San, Blue Silver Grass martial soul, twelfth-level Battle Soul Master."
Then, a white Soul Ring appeared at Tang San's feet.
Immediately, the surrounding crowd burst into uproarious laughter.
"Hahahaha, what did I just see? Can Blue Silver Grass even fight?"
"Such a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass actually managed to break through the tenth level? Is there any justice left in the world?"
"Am I the only one paying attention to his ten-year Soul Ring?"
"Hahahaha, I saw it too. Wait, what gives this guy the nerve? The opponent has a thousand-year Soul Ring, and he has a mere ten-year Soul Ring-plus it's Blue Silver Grass, a trash martial soul-yet he dares to challenge the other guy?"
Tang San's expression was extremely ugly. These people actually dared to mock him like this; they already had the path to death carved out.
He transformed the Blue Silver Grass into a bamboo pole and gripped it in his hand.
However, he did not plan to use the Blue Silver Pole Vault directly.
Instead, he raised the bamboo pole and smashed it toward Su Mo.
One had to know that his Blue Silver Grass was now extremely formidable in both hardness and toughness.
It was exceptionally well-suited for bashing people.
Anyone who dared to receive this strike of his would either end up dead or heavily injured.
Naturally, Su Mo was not going to take it head-on. Even though they said the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo had no offensive power.
That was only true when it wasn't being wielded, but when someone was actually using a Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo to bludgeon you, you could see for yourself whether it had offensive power.
Lightning flashed momentarily in Su Mo's eyes, and he clearly caught Tang San's movement.
He sidestepped slightly and dodged it.
Tang San did not stop, launching several consecutive attacks instead.
However, Su Mo neutralized every single one of them. At the same time, Su Mo remained on guard against Tang San's Hidden Weapons.
He certainly did not want to be ambushed by Tang San through a moment of carelessness.
"Are you done fighting? Now it's my turn."
Su Mo pressed his hand directly against the Gashapon Machine.
An egg popped out from the machine.
Seeing this, Tang San could not help sneering: "Do you really think a single egg of yours can defeat me?"
Su Mo smiled without speaking, because he already knew the effect of this single egg.
Damage Transfer: capable of transferring one hundred percent of damage to any selected target, lasting for five seconds.
This could be considered a divine skill; within these five seconds, he was invincible.
If he set the transfer target as the person attacking him, then that opponent would suffer their own attack.
Su Mo stopped dodging and simply allowed Tang San to attack him.
Everyone around them was dumbfounded.
"Wait, what is Su Mo doing? Why isn't he moving? Is he courting death?"
"Who knows? Could he be trying to surrender?"
"Is it possible this is a soul skill? Didn't you see the egg Su Mo just drew turn into light and merge into his body?"
"Huh? What kind of soul skill requires you to stand completely still to activate it?"
Yu Xiaogang was also puzzled; he could not understand Su Mo's maneuver.
When he had just pulled out an egg, he thought some kind of change was about to happen.
As a result, the egg turned into light and vanished.
He was now rather curious about Su Mo's martial soul-what on earth kind of martial soul was this?
Because it reminded him of what Tang San had told him earlier, claiming that Su Mo had drawn a thousand-year Soul Ring from his martial soul.
At the time, he had thought it was a lie, but combined with Su Mo's thousand-year Soul Ring now, perhaps it was true.
Yet, even if it were true, a soul master's First Soul Ring should never be able to withstand a thousand-year Soul Ring.
He felt as though his theories were running into problems.
Meanwhile, inside the arena, Tang San watched Su Mo standing motionless and sneered: "Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're standing still."
With that, he poured all of his soul power straight into the Blue Silver Bamboo Pole.
Then he forcefully brought it down to strike Su Mo's head.
The very next second, however.
Tang San felt completely dizzy, as if his own head had been heavily bludgeoned by someone.
The next second, he passed out cold.
Su Mo was somewhat speechless. Seriously, just how much force had this guy used?
He had actually knocked himself out in one go.
It seemed he had really intended to deal a vicious blow to him.
Su Mo kicked the unconscious Tang San: "Can you still fight?"
Seeing no reaction from Tang San whatsoever, Su Mo felt helpless. This fellow simply couldn't take a hit.
He had expected Tang San to at least withstand a few rounds of transferred damage.
Now it seemed he had overestimated him.
Actually, one really couldn't blame Tang San; this move was a strike into which Tang San had channeled his entire body's soul power.
Since Tang San himself was caught completely off guard, taking that blow meant simply passing out was already a very good outcome.
Watching Tang San collapse and remain motionless, the surrounding students shook their heads one after another.
"Wait, is it over just like that?"
"As expected, Blue Silver Grass is absolute trash. The opponent hadn't even made a move, and he collapsed all on his own."
"Let's disperse, nothing left to see."
Yu Xiaogang was somewhat puzzled. What on earth had just happened?
Why had Xiao San suddenly fainted?
There definitely had to be a reason for this.
It should have something to do with that egg Su Mo had drawn out earlier.
For a moment, Yu Xiaogang felt an urge to study Su Mo's martial soul.
This mutated martial soul seemed different from his own.
As for the fainted Tang San, Gangzi indicated that right now, nothing was more important than studying martial souls.
As long as Tang San wasn't dead, everything else was minor.
Tang San: ...
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