Sneak Attack

"The boss won!"

The moment Tang San fell to the ground, Wang Sheng impatiently jumped out and shouted loudly.

Various voices of worship rang out all around.

Lin Yang was speechless; what was there to be happy about in bullying a child?

If not for Tang San's aggressive pushing, he would have been too lazy to have any intersection with this fellow.

At this moment, Tang San looked at Lin Yang's back, purple light flickering in his eyes and white teeth biting hard.

[Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record of the Tang Sect, General Rule Number Three: Once you determine your opponent is an enemy, as long as they have a path calling for death, do not show mercy, otherwise you will only bring trouble upon yourself]

Chance!

He immediately raised his right hand, and accompanied by a slight sound of mechanisms, a Sleeve Arrow silently and like lightning stabbed toward Lin Yang's back.

Hm?

In a flash of flint, Lin Yang turned abruptly, a flash of startled coldness passing through his eyes.

He raised his hand and instantly grabbed that Sleeve Arrow.

The sharp arrow blade cut open his palm, and drops of fresh blood dripped down the gaps between his fingers onto the ground, splashing flowers of blood.

At this moment, the entire dormitory seemed to have been pressed with a pause button, and an invisible heaviness hung over their hearts.

Everyone looked at Tang San in shock, terror carrying in their eyes.

Everything that had just happened was seen by their own eyes, and this Tang San actually... wanted to kill someone.

Tang San, meanwhile, wore a dazed expression; his Sleeve Arrow... was actually grabbed with bare hands?

Clack!

A blood-stained long needle fell from his palm onto the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

Lin Yang looked coldly at Tang San,

"Were you just trying to use this kind of thing... to kill me?"

Tang San opened his mouth, unable to speak for a moment.

He knew that once he admitted it, this matter would soon be known by the school, and by then he would surely face the punishment of expulsion.

Having just come into contact with Soul Masters, he absolutely could not accept this result.

Wang Sheng beside him flushed red, his expression indignant,

"Boss, what else is there to say? He just wanted to kill you, let's go tell the Dean."

Others chimed in successively,

"Right, exactly, let's go report the teacher."

"I don't want to die inexplicably on some day."

"It's truly terrifying!"

The other students wore agitated expressions; they were Soul Masters, but up until now, they had never thought of killing someone, especially not their own classmate.

Without a doubt, on the first day of school, Tang San incurred public anger.

Just as Tang San was at a loss, a stiff voice suddenly rang out from outside the door,

"Everything just now was merely a misunderstanding!"

Everyone followed the sound to look outside the door, and upon hearing this voice, Tang San seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, turned around and hurriedly shouted,

"Teacher..."

That's right, the person who came was none other than Yu Xiaogang, and he was still carrying a stack of bedding in his hand.

Clearly, he had personally come to deliver things to his precious disciple, and ended up unexpectedly watching a good show.

Tang San's failure was within his expectations.

No matter what, Lin Yang was a One-Ring Soul Master, and both his Soul Power and physique were above Tang San's.

Yet the strength Tang San displayed was outside his expectations.

That wondrous footwork and the pupils glowing with purple light looked like some kind of Self-Created Soul Skill.

This firmly reinforced his determination to take Tang San as his own mantle-inheriting successor.

Only such a genius was worthy of receiving his guidance.

As for the defeat just now, he didn't take it to heart at all.

Without letting Tang San taste the flavor of failure, how could his own teaching standards be manifested in the future?

"Ahem..."

Yu Xiaogang gave a light cough, then glanced at Lin Yang,

"I saw everything just now; Xiaosan only accidentally triggered the mechanism when he fell. This kind of little trinket can't even take your life, there's no need to make a fuss."

"Is that so?"

Lin Yang revealed a trace of mockery,

"Then why don't you, Grandmaster, also try it out personally?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression sank, and without hesitation he shouted out a reprimand,

"Lin Yang, look at what you look like-showing no respect for elders, the strong bullying the weak. Do you really think you can act as if no one else exists just because you obtained a Soul Ring?"

"Heh..."

Lin Yang was almost laughed into a state of anger.

With Yu Xiaogang talking such upside-down, convoluted nonsense, it turned out in the end that he was the one in the wrong?

This old dog... really has lived long enough...

Swish!

The black Nichirin Blade abruptly appeared in his palm, the sharp blade flashing with cold light, and a Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, shining with bright luster.

"Old dog, say that again if you have the guts..."

That extreme, knife-sharp piercing aura pierced straight into Yu Xiaogang's face like needle pricks.

He couldn't help taking a step back, raising a hand to block in front of him,

"Lin Yang, do you not want to stay in school anymore?"

"If I can't stay, I'll slash you first..."

Just as Lin Yang was about to step forward, a roar suddenly exploded.

"Unruly!"

An even more powerful and profound pressure suddenly appeared, and vanished just as instantly.

When everyone reacted, the figure of a middle-aged man had already appeared in front of Lin Yang, a hand pressing down on his shoulder.

Seeing the newcomer, Yu Xiaogang seemed to have found a backing, instantly becoming "stiff" again, pointing at Lin Yang and shouting,

"Su Hong, quickly... quickly expel Lin Yang..."

Hearing Yu Xiaogang address him by his full name, a trace of displeasure flashed in Su Hong's eyes, but he still turned his head and said to Lin Yang,

"Lin Yang, put your Martial Soul away first."

"Yes, Dean!" Lin Yang put away the Crimson Interval and said respectfully.

When the Dean appeared here, Lin Yang knew this matter was already over.

Yet this account... he would remember it.

Seeing Lin Yang show such situational awareness, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Su Hong's eyes.

Compared to the hysterical Grandmaster standing beside them, Lin Yang looked pleasing no matter how he looked at him, and furthermore, he was an outstanding student of their school.

Previously, he had only occasionally heard Lin Yang's name, but seeing him today, this kid indeed was not simple.

His Soul Power Level was definitely above level fifteen, and that blade was so sharp it even made him feel somewhat startled; its power was evident.

Immediately, under everyone's gaze, Su Hong gave a light cough,

"I already roughly understand the course of events. Tang San was at fault for striking, but Lin Yang, for you to draw your blade against the Grandmaster, you are also not in the right."

"Both shall be fined five Silver Soul Coins each, and the money will be deducted from your daily wages."

"Lin Yang, as long as you are at school from now on, you are not allowed to appear before the Grandmaster. Do you have any problems with this now?"

This method of lifting high and putting down gently made it clear that Su Hong did not want to lean toward either side.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to say something more, but ultimately shook his head in silence.

He too had perceived Su Hong's meaning.

Naturally, Lin Yang wouldn't make trouble either; anyway, seeing old dog Yu now made him sick enough to want to vomit.

He straightforwardly and cleanly paid the fine, then took his luggage and left Dorm Seven amidst the reluctant gazes of the others.

Once Lin Yang left, the others in Dorm Seven made no secret of their hostility toward Tang San.

Part of it was because he had hurt Lin Yang, but more of it was wariness toward Tang San's ruthlessness.

With a person like that, one had to keep one eye open even when sleeping at night.

Seeing this, Su Hong could only rearrange Tang San's dormitory; at least he could no longer stay in Dorm Seven.

In the end, the Grandmaster spoke up, arranging Tang San next to his own room, which also made daily teaching convenient.

Naturally, Su Hong didn't say much to this.

Just like that, a bloody conflict was thus defused, but the feud between Tang San and Lin Yang was also forged.

If Lin Yang had previously held a tiny shred of guilt regarding taking away the Blue Silver Emperor soul bone,

then right now he only wanted to say: your mother, I am determined to have her.

I can't move you, but I can't move your mother?