Tang San Was Quite a Character

Dugu Yan had sharp eyes and immediately zeroed in on Xiao Hei.

There was no helping it. Xiao Hei looked far too distinctive.

Besides, apart from Yu Xiaogang, he was the only one in the entire Soto Great Soul Arena with an externally manifested Martial Soul. (Though his was a fake.)

"It's him."

The Suotuo Great Spirit Arena had plenty of fighting stages, so the two women had split up to investigate the situation here.

She had never expected to happen upon the very stage Mo Lin was on.

And just as the two of them spotted Mo Lin, he spotted them as well.

"Well, damn. So this is that legendary thing called fate."

Honestly, he had never expected such a coincidence either. This situation wasn't in the script.

Forget it. That's a minor detail. What matters most now is figuring out how to beat the shit out of Tang San in a moment. That should bring Tang Hao right to my door to die.

"Contestant, pets are prohibited on the fighting stage."

Seeing that everyone was present, the referee had been about to announce the start when he suddenly noticed Xiao Hei standing beside Mo Lin.

"A pet? Do you know anything at all? That's my damn Martial Soul."

"Martial Soul?"

The referee looked utterly bewildered.

Honestly, after so many years in Suotuo City, he had seen all sorts of Martial Souls, but never one of this type.

An externally manifested Beast Martial Soul? What the hell?

"Could you release some Soul Power so I can verify that?"

There was no helping it. Under the Great Spirit Arena's rules, he had to confirm this.

He was only a referee. He didn't know the contestants' basic information; another department handled that.

"So much damn hassle."

Mo Lin frowned, mobilized his Soul Power, and poured it straight into Xiao Hei.

The next instant, a dim glow rose from Xiao Hei's body, and he grew a size larger.

"That should do, right?"

If he hadn't been worried about stirring the grass and startling the snake, he would have beaten the referee up too today.

"That's fine."

The Soul Power fluctuations were normal. It did seem to be the other party's Martial Soul. He had certainly broadened his horizons today.

And the spectators watching nearby had broadened theirs as well.

"Oh-ho, interesting. There's actually a Martial Soul like that? Wonder if it's strong."

"I doubt it's weak. Look at that thing's presence. It's vicious."

"An externally manifested Beast Martial Soul? I think I've heard about that somewhere. But where was it again... damn it, I can't remember."

Meanwhile, in the spectator stands, Yu Xiaogang was staring fixedly at Mo Lin and Xiao Hei on the stage, his eyes brimming with excitement.

After so many years, he had finally met someone besides himself who possessed an externally attached Martial Soul.

"Flender!"

"Quick, go contact the owner of the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena. I want all his information."

He had finally encountered one, and the other party clearly wasn't weak, so he had to seize this opportunity.

Perhaps the barrier holding him back could be broken.

Even if it only allowed him to break through to his third ring, he would be completely satisfied.

"Xiaogang, calm down. This won't be easy."

The Great Spirit Arena had its own rules. Leaking contestant information without permission would ruin its reputation. Even though he was a Soul Saint, they might not be willing to do him this favor.

"I know you're anxious, but don't rush. We can talk about it after little San finishes fighting."

Flender knew very well how important the person onstage was to Yu Xiaogang.

But he was only a Soul Saint, not a Titled Douluo. His influence didn't extend that far.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing his excitement.

There was no other choice. He could only wait, but he wanted to advance so badly.

Onstage, Tang San's attention had also been drawn to Mo Lin's Martial Soul.

"May I ask what your Martial Soul is called?"

An externally attached Martial Soul-this was the first time he had seen anyone other than his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, possess one.

He wondered what fighting such a Martial Soul would be like.

"What the hell is it to you, you Blue Silver Grass-playing piece of trash?"

This was his first Soul Duel, and he was seriously lacking in information, but Tang San had been hanging around here for quite some time. Finding out about him was easy.

"You really have no manners."

He had merely asked a question, yet the other party had immediately insulted him.

It seemed the other party had already found his path to death.

"Oh? And? If you don't like it, kill me."

His attitude was arrogant; he didn't take Tang San seriously at all.

"Fine. I'll grant your wish."

With both sides onstage at daggers drawn, everyone below was excited as well.

After all, the people who came here were all battle enthusiasts. Who wanted to watch a friendly match? Without a little blood, could it even be called a fight?

Seeing that the situation was more or less clear, the referee wasted no more time and announced the start of the match.

The moment his words fell, Tang San struck first.

Activating Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he moved so fast that only afterimages remained.

However, he had no intention of confronting Mo Lin head-on. Instead, he opened up the distance, preparing for a battle of attrition.

But this was also the worst decision he made.

First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement.

His Soul Ring lit up, and strands of Blue Silver Grass as thick as thumbs appeared out of thin air, rushing toward Mo Lin like venomous snakes.

From the looks of it, he intended to restrict Mo Lin's movements.

But to Mo Lin, a restriction of this level didn't even amount to a tickle.

"Xiao Hei, tear that worthless grass apart."

At the command, Xiao Hei turned into a streak of black lightning and plunged straight into the wildly growing Blue Silver Grass.

His sharp claws sliced through all the Blue Silver Grass effortlessly, like a hot knife through tofu.

Seeing his Soul Skill dismantled and his opponent drawing ever closer, Tang San dared not be careless.

He immediately unleashed his Second Soul Skill: Parasite.

The next moment, blue light shone from the shredded Blue Silver Grass.

Then Blue Silver Grass began sprouting from Xiao Hei's fur.

His pitch-black fur was covered by Blue Silver Grass, and within a few short seconds, his entire body had become a ball of grass.

Third Soul Skill: Spider Web Restraint.

Tang San pressed his advantage, preparing to immobilize Xiao Hei completely in one stroke.

A pale blue spiderweb spread open and dropped straight over Xiao Hei.

Strangely, however, Xiao Hei, who had been so aggressive just moments ago, offered no resistance at all.

"Not good!"

Only then did Tang San suddenly realize that Mo Lin seemed to have disappeared.

He instantly activated Purple Demon Eye, trying to locate Mo Lin.

But he was still a step too late.

"Looking for me?"

Mo Lin rested his palm on Tang San's shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

Honestly, he hadn't originally intended to take action himself, but with Ye Lingling here, didn't he have to show off properly?

Xiao Hei was only bait. He was the real attacker.

"Damn it!"

Realizing he had been careless, Tang San reacted quickly. His fingers brushed the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, intending to draw a hidden weapon and counterattack.

But just as he pulled out the hidden weapon, he heard the sound of bone breaking.

Crack!

Tang San felt his arm go limp, followed immediately by heart-rending pain.

Clatter-!

The metal hidden weapon slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a crisp clink.

Just as Tang San instinctively started to cry out in pain, Mo Lin punched him straight in the mouth.

With that punch, blood streamed from Tang San's mouth, and even several of his teeth fell out.

"I told you you were trash. Why won't you believe me?"

Mo Lin raised a hand and clamped it around Tang San's throat to prevent him from making any sound, then leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"Don't even think about surrendering. I haven't had enough fun yet."

The warm-up was over. It was time for the real match to begin.

But this match was nothing more than a one-sided crushing by Mo Lin.

Of course, his opponent was quite a character too. Despite taking so many blows, he never made a sound.

"We surrender! We surrender! Referee, hurry and stop them!"