Tang San vs. Tai Long

Her tone wasn't harsh, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Tai Long stiffened his neck, wanting to say something, but when he met Liu Erlong's gaze, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, gave a muffled "humph," and turned his head away.

Yu Xiaogang ignored him and said calmly, "Continue training."

The storm may have subsided, but the seeds of future trouble have been sown.

For the next few days, Tai Long was always on edge during training.

He slammed the sandbag with all his might, his moves were fierce during sparring, and he always looked at the Shrek Seven with a hint of resentment.

He always felt that Yu Xiaogang was biased, giving all the good resources, tactics, and high-level sparring opportunities to those seven people, while treating them, the original Blue Tyrant students, like stepchildren.

That afternoon, during free training, Tai Long was practicing his arm strength by carrying two stone locks when he overheard Tang San and Yu Xiaogang discussing the details of controlling the field with their Third Soul Skill. The more he listened, the more depressed he felt.

"Favoritism is favoritism. You say you treat everyone equally, but aren't you all Shrek's people in your hearts?"

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for those around him to hear.

Tang San stopped what he was doing, turned around, and frowned slightly. "Tai Long, you need to provide evidence when you speak. The teacher's training arrangements are all based on the characteristics and weaknesses of Martial Soul."

"Evidence?" Tai Long slammed down the stone lock with a clatter, strode over, and, a head taller than Tang San, looked down at him. "Was I wrong? In every high-level sparring session, weren't the seven of you the ones who went up? In every instance of Grandmaster's one-on-one tutoring, wasn't it you who got the job? Tang San, you're just a Control System, do you really think you're so great?"

He curled his lip, a hint of deliberate provocation in his voice. "I advise you to stop training. No matter how much you train your Blue Silver Grass, it'll be useless against the top Imperial Fighting Team in Heaven Dou. Have you heard of Lin Chen? His control Soul Skill is truly invincible; yours can't even get close to him."

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes instantly turned cold.

His fingers, hanging by his side, twitched slightly, and a faint glimpse of Blue Silver Grass Soul Power flashed from his fingertips.

Lin Chen, this name is like a thorn, stuck in his heart for more than just a day or two. From the clash in Nuoding City, to the competition in the Star Dou Great Forest, and then to the legends that filled the streets of Heaven Dou City, he has been holding back his ambition, wanting to one day win that person fair and square.

Now that Tai Long had used those words to provoke him, it instantly ignited the pride in his bones.

"Whether it's a waste of time or not, we'll only know after we try." Tang San raised his eyes, his gaze sharp. "If you're not convinced, let's have a match right now. If I win, you'll apologize to the teacher."

"Let's have a match then!" Tai Long immediately retorted, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Are you afraid of me? If you beat me, I'll acknowledge you as my main player!"

"Third Brother, don't be impulsive." Ning Rongrong quickly stepped forward and whispered, "We're all classmates, there's no need to fight."

Zhu Zhuqing also stood beside Tang San, shaking her head slightly. "Yes, Third Brother, it's not worth fighting over a few words."

Jiang Zhu also tugged at Tai Long's arm. "Tai Long, forget it, don't cause trouble, the dean will punish you again if he finds out."

"Don't try to persuade me!" Tai Long shook off Jiang Zhu's hand, took half a step forward, his muscles tense. "I'm going to have a match with him today and see just how much real skill this Shrek genius really has!"

Not far away, Ma Hongjun was leaning against a tree trunk, leisurely munching on a peach, when he saw the commotion and his eyes immediately lit up.

He rolled his eyes, glancing at the two men who were on the verge of fighting, then at the people trying to break it up. Instead of stepping forward, he shrank back into the shade of a tree, looking like he was waiting to see a good show.

With peach crumbs still clinging to the corners of his mouth, he grinned with a smug look on his face.

The atmosphere on the training field instantly became tense.

Three Soul Ring, two yellow and one purple, slowly lit up beneath Tang San's feet, while the phantom of the Blue Silver Grass appeared and disappeared around him.

"Level 37 Control System Battle Soul Elder, please enlighten me."

Not to be outdone, Tai Long instantly channeled his Martial Soul, the Great Strength Gorilla, causing his body to swell to a size larger, his muscles to bulge, and three Soul Ring —two yellow and one purple—to rise up as well.

"Enough talk, Level 35 Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder, let's make our move."

Tai Long let out a low growl, pushed off with his feet, and charged straight at the enemy with a heavy whistling sound.

But just as his fist was about to reach them, Tang San shifted his feet slightly, and the thin vines of Blue Silver Grass shot out from his fingertips, Entanglement him like serpents.

"Open up!" Tai Long roared, his Soul Power surging as he tried to break free of the vines.

But the Blue Silver Grass was exceptionally flexible, tightening its grip with his strength. His wrists, ankles, waist, and abdomen were bound at the same time, causing his massive body to momentarily freeze, as if he had crashed into a flexible net.

The Control System's dominance over the Power Attack System is undeniable.

Is that all you've got?

Tang San spoke calmly, but instead of seizing the opportunity to win, he withdrew most of the Blue Silver Grass with a flick of his finger.

Tai Long was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, thinking his opponent was being arrogant, and charged forward again, throwing a punch. "You're asking for it!"

But the next second, his vision blurred.

Tang San's figure glided sideways like Gui Mei, his footsteps light and fleeting, a technique from the Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

Tai Long's punch missed, and he felt a sudden tightness in his wrist as his opponent seized his pulse point and gently twisted it along with the force of his forward thrust.

"Ugh--" Tai Long groaned, half of his body was numb.

Immediately afterwards, his shoulders, elbows, waist, and knees were all restrained.

Tang San's techniques were precise and cunning. His techniques of seizing, grabbing, entangling, and disarming were all skillful close-range grappling techniques, which were the Tang Sect Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon Art. Even though Tai Long was a head taller and stronger than him, he was led by the nose and his fists and feet could not touch his opponent at all.

Bang bang bang--

A series of muffled thuds rang out.

In just over ten breaths, Tai Long collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face bruised and swollen, his eyes black and blue, and his lips cut. He was panting heavily and didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Tang San stood before him, his breathing steady, his clothes neat, not a single strand of hair out of place, completely at ease.

"Are you convinced?"

Tai Long opened his mouth, as if to say something, but didn't say anything.

He originally thought that Control System Soul Master could only kite from a distance, and were sitting ducks in close combat.

But this person in front of him could be controlled remotely, and was even more terrifying up close. He had never seen such bizarre techniques before.

You have to admit it.

"Don't move."

A soft voice rang out.

Jiang Zhu walked over quickly, wearing a light green uniform, holding a polished wooden scepter with a pale green Soul Crystal embedded in the head of the scepter.

She crouched down, and the first Yellow Soul Ring beneath her feet lit up.

"First Soul Skill: Healing Halo."

A soft, pale green halo emanated from the tip of the scepter, flowing over Tai Long's wounds like spring water. The bruises faded visibly, and the pain lessened considerably.

Sunlight fell on her profile, highlighting her long eyelashes, focused expression, and the wisps of hair at her temples were gently blown by the wind.

Her fingers, holding the scepter, were slender, and a pale green halo reflected in her eyes and brows, making her as gentle as a forest sprite.