Tang San vs. Wang Feng

"Tang San! Tang San!"

"Tang San will win!"

Inside the arena, the cheers for Tang San were deafening. Just hearing them made the blood boil.

Tang San stood on the platform with his eyes slightly closed, his bearing imposing, without the slightest sign of concern.

In the second-floor stands, Yu Xiaogang and the others had their eyes fixed on Tang San. There was nothing more they could teach him now; everything depended on Tang San himself.

"Dean, do you think Third Brother can beat Wang Feng?" Ma Hongjun suddenly asked with some concern, prompting the others to glare at him.

But in truth, none of them were certain either. Wang Feng's earlier performance had been far too terrifying to ignore just because they wanted to. Dai Mubai in particular had an even deeper understanding of how terrifying Wang Feng was.

Yu Xiaogang frowned slightly. "We'll see! I'm not sure either. Wang Feng's Martial Soul is rather strange. It has a certain suppressive effect on Mubai's Martial Soul, and it will have the same effect on Little San's Blue Silver Grass. But Little San won't go down so easily either."

"The dean is right. We have to believe in Little San," Dai Mubai said with a nod.

"He's here. Wang Feng is here."

Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Wang Feng, Qian Renxue and the others walking slowly in from outside the arena.

Given Wang Feng and Qian Renxue's status, no one dared stand in their way, and everyone moved aside.

"Go, Holy Son!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly called out softly. Wang Feng didn't know who it was, but he waved in the direction of the voice.

When he reached the platform, Wang Feng looked at Tang San, but he didn't hurry up. Instead, he waited for the appointed time.

"The final round of the individual assessment begins now. Student Wang Feng, please enter the platform."

At last, the referee's voice rang out. Only then did Wang Feng step forward and leap straight onto the platform. Just as he did, Tang San opened his eyes and met Wang Feng's gaze.

"Wang Feng, what happened back then was my father's fault. Whether you accept it or not, I apologize to you on his behalf. But today, I will personally send you out of the Holy Academy," Tang San said calmly, looking at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng smiled faintly. "You can't do it."

"I can."

"Is that so? Then come and try!"

Tang San's feet blurred, and he shot forward. Afterimages appeared on the platform; his speed had already surpassed the limit a Soul Grandmaster should have been capable of.

Tang San appeared before Wang Feng and threw a punch, but Wang Feng neither dodged nor evaded.

But just as Tang San's fist was about to strike his chest, Wang Feng suddenly raised a hand and placed it on Tang San's wrist. He guided Tang San's hand in a circle, then yanked it backward while raising his leg in a sweeping kick.

Surprise flashed through Tang San's eyes. He forcibly stopped his body from pitching forward, pulled his hand back and slapped Wang Feng's leg, using the force to retreat and dodge the attack.

But Wang Feng charged after him. Though he wasn't as fast as Tang San, he still reached him in an instant and raised both fists to smash at him.

Tang San likewise raised both hands, choosing to meet Wang Feng head-on.

Their fists met with a muffled bang. There was no other disturbance; this was pure physical strength.

The next moment, Tang San's body suddenly flew backward, straight off the platform.

"Tang San!"

"Third Brother!"

Everyone cried out in alarm. No one had expected it to end so quickly, or so completely.

No, it wasn't over yet.

Tang San, already off the platform, suddenly released his Martial Soul. Blue Silver Grass vines wrapped around the platform and pulled him back.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the sight, but they were also utterly shocked. This was enough to show just how overbearing Wang Feng's strength was.

"You're strong!"

Tang San looked at Wang Feng and spoke with a deep frown. The force behind Wang Feng's punch had exceeded his imagination. He hadn't expected it to nearly end the match for him.

Wang Feng smiled without replying. With two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, how could he have absorbed them without a sufficiently formidable body?

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

Tang San used his Soul Skill at once. Blue Silver Grass vines grew straight out from beneath the platform, enclosing Wang Feng.

Wang Feng didn't let his guard down in the slightest. He immediately summoned the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear and swept it in a circle, severing all the Blue Silver Grass surrounding him.

But the Blue Silver Grass vines continued to grow without end, coming from every direction. The entire platform was now covered in Blue Silver Grass.

"Wang Feng, if you still don't use a Soul Skill, you're going to lose," Tang San shouted coldly. As if in a show of force, the Blue Silver Grass formed a dense mass around Wang Feng, poised to strike.

"I value talent. I don't want you to die so soon." Wang Feng grinned. If this was enough to make him use a Soul Skill, that would be underestimating him far too much.

Wang Feng gripped the spear tightly and poured Soul Power into it. Black light wreathed the spear like smoke as he set it in motion.

"Careful. Don't die!"

Wang Feng swept his spear across, and the black light tore outward like blades, cutting down every strand of Blue Silver Grass.

Tang San kept making it grow, but the Blue Silver Grass couldn't grow nearly fast enough to keep up with Wang Feng's destruction.

Tang San's expression turned somewhat grim. Though he knew Wang Feng's Martial Soul was overbearing, he hadn't expected it to be this overbearing. The strength of the Martial Soul itself was enough to match his Soul Skill.

"If this goes on, Little San will lose."

Dai Mubai frowned deeply. He knew all too well how terrifying the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear was.

"There's no need to worry yet. He can still handle it," Yu Xiaogang said in his usual tone, though in truth he was extremely anxious.

"Third Brother still has that move he hasn't used!"

"That's right! Third Brother still has that move. Wang Feng's Martial Soul is strong, but he might not be able to withstand it."

A gleam suddenly appeared in their eyes as they remembered that Tang San had never used that move since coming to the Holy Academy. They had almost forgotten about it.

"Let's hope so!" Yu Xiaogang nodded slightly, a glimmer appearing in his eyes as well.

Around the platform, as Wang Feng's advantage grew, someone suddenly shouted, "Go, Wang Feng!" No one knew who it was, but the cry instantly set the entire arena ablaze.

"Go, Wang Feng! Go, Holy Son!"

"His Highness the Holy Son is going to beat Tang San!"

Those shouting were all students born into poverty. They too had greatly disliked Wang Feng before, even detested him.

But what happened in the dining hall at noon today had made them suddenly realize that Tang San, whom they had championed, couldn't bring them anything. They still weren't entitled to eat on the third floor.

As long as a single noble student was on the arena platform, they weren't entitled to use it, or even to enter the arena.

But Wang Feng seemed different.

No one knew what tomorrow would bring, but at least Wang Feng had spoken up for them today. At least someone cared about them.

At that moment, more and more students began shouting Wang Feng's name.

"Go, Holy Son! The Holy Son will win!"

"Go, senior brother! Senior brother will win!"

Hu Liena also jumped up and down excitedly, cheering Wang Feng on, making the noble students green with envy.