"The problem is, it's too fast right now. I can't hit it at all."
Tang San was helpless too. He had crushed quite a few Hidden Weapons lately.
He had not replenished his stock recently, either.
As a result, he did not dare use his Hidden Weapons recklessly now.
If he missed, he would have to fight with his bare hands afterward.
"If you can't hit it, wait until it stops!" Yu Xiaogang said.
Yu Xiaogang had no better ideas, either. After Luo Sanpao attacked, he could not use him again for a while.
So now, he could only rely on his disciple.
Tang San almost laughed in anger. Why don't you listen to what you're saying?
You actually expect a snake to stop on its own? Is that something a human being would say?
If it would stop, I wouldn't be so helpless right now.
Tang San now knew that his teacher truly could not be relied upon.
He desperately wanted to avoid revealing his trump cards in front of others.
But now, he had no choice.
Seeing the Mandala Snake lunge again, Tang San gritted his teeth and channeled all the internal energy from his Mysterious Heaven Skill into his hand.
Blue light flickered in his hand as he struck at the Mandala Snake.
Seeing that the Mandala Snake's head seemed to be held by suction, he did not hesitate, thrusting a dagger at its vital spot seven inches below its head.
The Mandala Snake instantly writhed and rolled, trying to break free of Tang San.
The dagger in Tang San's hand remained firmly embedded in its vital spot.
The Mandala Snake struggled a few times before finally going still.
Tang San hurriedly retreated several paces before gasping for breath.
He looked toward the large tree behind him.
Yu Xiaogang was peeking out from behind it, looking his way.
Tang San's gaze flickered, a flash of murderous intent passing through his eyes.
He wondered whether he should simply kill Yu Xiaogang here.
"Little San, is it taken care of?" Yu Xiaogang's voice rang out.
Tang San came back to his senses and shook his head, ultimately putting the thought aside.
"Teacher, come out. It's taken care of."
He had not expected that, in the end, he would still have to rely on himself.
Ah, Gangzi is only any good at theory.
Yu Xiaogang straightened his clothes before emerging from behind the tree.
He rubbed his flat-top haircut, which was already soaked with sweat.
Still, Yu Xiaogang had already assumed the dignified air of a teacher.
He patted Tang San's head in satisfaction. "Well done, Little San. I knew you could do it."
"See? This Mandala Snake, just over a hundred years old, suits you very well too."
"All right, you can try absorbing this Soul Ring now."
Tang San nodded. Just as he was about to absorb it, a roar suddenly came from the distance.
Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically, and he looked toward the source of the sound.
"How could there be a thousand-year Soul Beast here?!"
"This is the outskirts of the Soul Hunting Forest!"
A Mandala Snake even larger than the previous one came charging toward them at tremendous speed.
Tang San abandoned absorbing the Soul Ring and dragged Yu Xiaogang away at a run.
"Teacher, run! That smaller one was clearly its child!"
Tang San felt truly unlucky.
He had just dealt with a hundred-year Mandala Snake, and now a thousand-year one had appeared.
The hundred-year one had nearly killed him.
Against a thousand-year one, even using every trick he had would be useless.
He might not even be able to break through its defenses.
Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang's leg still hurt a little from stumbling earlier.
When Tang San pulled him along, he nearly fell again.
Tang San truly wanted to leave Yu Xiaogang behind.
But how could God King Tang San, who respected his teachers and honored their teachings, possibly abandon his own teacher?
So he said, "Teacher, run east. I'll lure it west."
Yu Xiaogang hurriedly grabbed Tang San's arm. "No! You're my disciple. How could I let you face danger alone?"
Tang San said impatiently, "The problem is, you can't help here. You'll only hold me back."
Why is Gangzi so clueless? Doesn't he know he's getting in my way here?
Besides, what if that snake goes after you instead?
Can't you show a little sense?
He shoved Yu Xiaogang away, then fired a Flying Needle at the thousand-year Mandala Snake.
Then he ran west.
He pushed his Ghostly Shadow Perplexing Track to its limit.
He silently thought, Teacher, I've done everything I could for you.
If this snake still doesn't chase me, then that's simply your fate.
Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and ran in the other direction.
He trusted Tang San. Yes, he trusted Tang San. It definitely was not because he feared death.
Time slowly passed until evening.
Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy.
On Su Mo's bed, Xiao Wu clung to him like a koala, facing him.
She blinked and asked curiously, "Su Mo, what kind of Soul Ring do you think that Tang San will absorb?"
"Hey, are you really not going to show a little restraint? You were telling me to stay away from you during the day."
Su Mo felt as though his entire body had been bound.
Although the sensations were quite comfortable in every respect.
Still, being unable to move was annoying.
Unfortunately, Tang San knew nothing of Su Mo's troubles.
Otherwise, he would certainly have gnashed his teeth in fury.
"Who knows? Maybe some ten-year solitary bamboo?"
Su Mo recalled what Gangzi had told Little Scumbag in the original story.
It was funny just thinking about it. He had nearly made Little Scumbag's first Soul Ring a ten-year solitary bamboo one.
Yu Xiaogang: "I nearly ruined a god."
"Huh? Su Mo, you're talking nonsense. Sure, that Grandmaster isn't much good, but surely he wouldn't pick ten-year solitary bamboo for Tang San?"
Xiao Wu lightly thumped Su Mo's chest with her little fist.
She felt certain that Su Mo was joking with her.
After all, no matter how bad he was, he could not possibly choose ten-year solitary bamboo, could he?
Who would choose a Martial Soul like ten-year solitary bamboo?
How would Su Mo know? He was only joking. "Why bother with him? Let's think about what Soul Beast we should choose tomorrow instead."
Su Mo still had no idea what Soul Beast he should choose.
If nothing else worked, should he get some ten-year solitary bamboo too?
Hadn't some fanfiction written about ten-year solitary bamboo slaughtering transmigrators?
He might be able to make it work.
At worst, he could try pole vaulting!
If I jump up, you won't be able to hit me.
Ahem, just kidding. Su Mo would never choose ten-year solitary bamboo.
Even a dog wouldn't choose it, you know?
"All right, go to sleep." He patted Xiao Wu's pert little bottom.
It felt very nice.
Xiao Wu clamped her long, graceful legs tightly around Su Mo. "Little Mo, you actually dared to hit me! Believe it or not, Sister Xiao Wu could squeeze you to death right now!"
Soul Hunting Forest.
Tang San was fast, deliberately running toward places where the trees grew thickest.
The dense forest severely hampered the Mandala Snake's speed behind him.
Gradually, Tang San left it behind.
Looking at the bamboo grove ahead, Tang San's eyes lit up.
He charged straight into it.
The bamboo grove was extremely dense. After smashing through several stalks of ten-year solitary bamboo, the Mandala Snake's enormous body was stopped.
Tang San halted and glanced back, involuntarily recalling Yu Xiaogang's words.
Ten-year solitary bamboo was known for its toughness and decent defense.
Now that even the Mandala Snake had been stopped, its toughness and defense really did seem quite good.
Still, he did not stop there.
Instead, he kept running, even weaving in a serpentine pattern rather than following a straight line.
Only after he was certain that the Mandala Snake behind him had not followed did he slowly come to a stop.
Just as he was about to go back and find Yu Xiaogang.
His gaze fell on the ten-year solitary bamboo beside him.
For some reason, the words Yu Xiaogang had first spoken suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"Ten-year solitary bamboo is very well suited to your Blue Silver Grass."
Remembering those words, he could not calm down for a long time.
His gaze flickered.
Besides, even the Mandala Snake had been stopped just now.
That proved ten-year solitary bamboo was not weak.
Just then.
Yu Xiaogang came running from the distance.
"Little San!" Panting heavily, he braced one hand on his knee and looked at Tang San.
When he saw that Tang San was actually staring at a stalk of ten-year solitary bamboo.
He instinctively asked, "Little San, don't tell me you want to hunt ten-year solitary bamboo?"
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