Tang San suddenly seemed possessed.
"No, no, no! How could this happen? How could it turn out like this!"
He shouted.
The fourth soul ring beneath his feet radiated dazzling purple light.
He was activating his fourth soul skill.
A pole woven from Blue Silver Grass appeared in his hands.
An inexplicable forward thrust made both his hands grip the pole involuntarily.
He took two sharp steps forward, planted the pole in the ground, and vaulted.
The jump carried him a full five meters high and ten meters forward.
Tang San landed behind the others.
He felt nearly a fifth of his soul power drain away.
His vision went black. Just when hope had finally rekindled in his life, he felt it vanish again.
According to his teacher's instructions, before he reached Titled Douluo,
he could only cultivate his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
This would ensure that his second martial soul could absorb soul rings that were at least ten thousand years old.
In other words,
he had now reached four rings, advancing to level 41 after absorbing his soul ring.
Yet he only had two usable soul skills.
And those were only hundred-year skills.
His ten-year third soul ring gave him a large net.
His thousand-year fourth soul ring had gone so far as to turn him into a pole vaulter.
How was he supposed to compete like this?
Weave a net to bind his opponents, then pole-vault behind them and make them laugh themselves to death?
A nameless resentment surged into his heart.
Why? Why had nothing gone smoothly since he came to this world?
He had finally gained a god's favor, and it had seemed that he could sail with the wind at his back.
Yet the next moment, he had fallen again.
Yu Xiaogang practically