Tang San snorted coldly.
"Fine."
Although he agreed aloud, he had no intention of paying what he had promised.
After all, Ji Hongchen was evil by nature.
There was no need to honor his promise.
Besides, he could easily exploit a loophole, deny the debt later, and give Ji Hongchen just one Gold Soul Coin. That would still count as fulfilling his promise.
Yu Xiaogang smiled with complete confidence.
Under his tutelage, Tang San was now a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, and his second soul ring was an exceptionally suitable seven-hundred-year soul ring.
What could a mere Ji Hongchen possibly do to win?
So what if Ji Hongchen had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind him? In his eyes, it was nothing more than a paltry support sect.
Even if they injured Ji Hongchen,
the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't dare do anything. After all, his father was Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, a level ninety-five Power Attack System Titled Douluo.
"San, in that case, teach him a little lesson. Show him what your teacher is capable of, lest he grow arrogant and forget how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is."
Tang San nodded.
He turned to Ji Hongchen, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He would prove his talent to Xiao Wu!
At the same time, two Yellow Soul Rings appeared beneath Tang San's feet.
"First Soul Skill, Blue Silver Entanglement!"
Masses of Blue Silver Grass burst out of the ground and wound toward Ji Hongchen.
Ji Hongchen snorted coldly.
With a sweep of his hand, sword qi erupted, instantly severing the Blue Silver Grass.
Three soul rings lit up around him.
Yellow, purple, purple!
A thousand-year second soul ring!
How was that possible? Tang San's eyes widened. Didn't Teacher say the limit for a second soul ring was just over seven hundred years? How could his be a thousand years old?
But he had no time to think.
Ji Hongchen flicked a finger, sending a streak of sword qi shooting out. It pierced straight through Tang San's body.
Squelch.
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood and was instantly sent flying backward.
"San!"
Yu Xiaogang paled in alarm and hurried to Tang San's side to examine his injuries. Once he saw how badly Tang San was hurt, his expression changed drastically.
"Murder! This is outright murder!"
Yu Xiaogang furiously challenged Ji Hongchen, his eyes filled with rage, bloodshot as he panted like an ox.
If anything happened to Tang San,
who would validate his invincible theories? How would he prove himself to the world?
Ji Hongchen snorted coldly. "Injuries are inevitable in battles between Soul Masters. Have you never seen a normal battle between Soul Masters?"
"Exactly, exactly."
Ning Rongrong looked at the shameless Yu Xiaogang and huffed angrily.
Yu Xiaogang's face darkened.
Faced with the gloating expressions of everyone around him, he had no answer.
In the end, he hoisted the unconscious Tang San onto his shoulder and ran off.
"Hey, you haven't paid your wager yet!"
Without looking back, Yu Xiaogang ignored everyone's calls and fled into the distance.
Back in the infirmary,
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help muttering to himself.
A thousand-year second soul ring? How was that possible?
He had clearly read in Spirit Hall's records that the limit for a second soul ring was seven hundred years. There could be no mistake. Those were books from Spirit Hall's own collection!
"Teacher, am I really no match for him?"
Tang San looked weak.
He was much more dispirited now, his entire appearance utterly wretched.
"No, an ordinary Soul Master could never have a thousand-year second soul ring."
"I've got it!"
Realization dawned on Yu Xiaogang, and he roared through gritted teeth, "That brat fooled everyone! He doesn't have a trash martial soul at all!"
"He has twin martial souls! He must have twin martial souls! His first martial soul is an Iron Block, and his second martial soul is the sword. He's fooled everyone!"
The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more excited he became.
So that was it. So that was it.
Tang San heard Yu Xiaogang's words through his daze, and realization dawned on him. He finally understood why Ji Hongchen was so strong.
"Then doesn't that mean Ji Hongchen is merely forcing himself to look like a genius, when he's really just borrowing against his future?"
Yu Xiaogang nodded.
"San, don't be discouraged. He's already adding soul skills to his second soul ring. His cultivation may well stagnate in the future."
"But you're different."
"First, cultivate your Blue Silver Grass. Once you become a Titled Douluo, you can fill your Clear Sky Hammer with Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, or even Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. Who could possibly stand against you then?"
In an instant, Ghost Brain took the place of thought.
The blockage in Tang San's mind instantly cleared.
"So that's how it is. This Ji Hongchen truly can't see beyond a rat's nose. Once I become a Titled Douluo, he'll have already paved his own road to death!"
"Hmph, what a cheat."
Ning Rongrong muttered indignantly, "It's not fair at all. That brat was so slippery. He just ran off!"
Ji Hongchen didn't mind.
He reached out and ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair. "Don't worry. Since he won't give it to us, we'll go take it ourselves. You'll see in a little while."
"Oh?"
Ning Rongrong's interest was piqued.
But seeing that Ji Hongchen was keeping her in suspense, she asked no more questions. After all, she trusted that her Brother Hongchen wouldn't lie to her.
However, when her gaze fell on Xiao Wu, a hint of hostility crept into it. "Hmph, you little bunny, stop tugging on my brother's clothes."
Xiao Wu pursed her lips. "What do you mean, your brother? I met Ji Hongchen six years ago. Who knows where you were back then?"
Ning Rongrong snorted coldly.
"Hmph, Brother Hongchen and I are already engaged. Don't even think about going after him, you little bunny."
Watching the two girls bicker,
Ji Hongchen helplessly ruffled both their little heads and said with a smile, "All right, all right, stop arguing. I'll take you to find a great treasure."
"Treasure?"
Both girls were puzzled and couldn't resist asking curiously.
Ji Hongchen smiled mysteriously and slipped his arms around their waists. With a girl on either side, he brought them to the school gates, where they stepped onto the Jinghong Sword together.
(Jinghong Sword: Just crush me to death already!)
Xiao Wu's pretty face flushed as she leaned against Ji Hongchen's chest.
"Ah, Brother Hongchen, we're so high up."
Seeing Xiao Wu being so intimate with him, Ning Rongrong grew a little jealous. She immediately leaned against Ji Hongchen's other side and wrapped her arms around his arm. "I'm afraid of heights too."
Ji Hongchen held both girls in his arms.
Feeling somewhat heated, he swallowed.
So fragrant~
So soft~
So smooth~
A salute to the legendary king of recoil control!
Meanwhile, outside Nuoding City,
a man stood draped in a black cloak, his beard scruffy and his hair disheveled. He looked utterly destitute, with a faint stink and the smell of alcohol clinging to him.
This man was none other than Tang Hao.
He had worn the same black robe from beginning to end. One could easily imagine how he smelled.
After seeing his son beaten into that state and the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast he had already earmarked stolen away as well, Tang Hao flew into an uncontrollable rage. His eyes went bloodshot, and he panted like an ox, desperate to punch Ji Hongchen to death.
"You little brat, I'll kill you!"
Tang Hao roared and gave chase.
But in the next instant,
a figure blocked his path.
Dugu Bo, who stood at the front, couldn't help shaking his head at Tang Hao's current appearance. "I wondered who it was. So it's Clear Sky Douluo. Where's your wife? Why not bring her out and let us have a look?"
As expected of an old poison master who played with toxins.
His tongue had been venomous in the original story, and now that he was powerful, he spared Tang Hao no dignity whatsoever.
"Dugu Bo, you're courting death!"
Tang Hao flew into a rage, his breathing growing heavy as he panted like an ox. "A little snake like you dares provoke me? You truly don't know your own limits."
"Then what if you add me to the equation?"
A cold snort rang out, and Jian Chen Xin came flying over on his sword, clad in white.
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