Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who intercepted the immortal herb

Chapter 26: Smashing Hidden Weapons Barehanded, Crushing Fate and Pride

Before he could finish speaking...

Su Chen's body had disappeared from the spot.

boom.

The bluestone slab he had just stood on cracked with a dull thud.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

No martial spirit was released.

Even the spirit rings didn't light up.

Su Chen relied entirely on the terrifying explosive power of his physical body, which had been reshaped by the Marrow Cleansing Pill.

It forcefully shattered the air resistance.

He transformed into a black afterimage and rushed straight at Tang San.

A strong wind blew in my face.

Tang San's vision was instantly filled by that black figure.

A deadly sense of crisis pierced my nerves like steel needles.

retreat.

You must get a refund.

Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong internal energy was circulating wildly within his body.

The Purple Demon Eyes activated instantly.

A faint purple light veiled his eyes.

They were trying to track Su Chen's movements.

At the same time, their footsteps crossed.

The Ghostly Tracking Steps are in full swing.

His body slid backward like a ghost.

It left behind a series of afterimages that were difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

He attempted to distance himself from Su Chen.

"Not bad."

Su Chen's voice rang directly in Tang San's ear.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Purple Demon Eyes saw it clearly.

Su Chen was not fooled by those afterimages at all.

He's too fast.

It's so fast that it's a direct, brutal straight-line sprint.

It traversed all the illusory spaces created by the Ghostly Steps.

Su Chen raised his right hand.

Spread your five fingers.

He grabbed Tang San's shoulder directly.

There's no escaping it.

Tang San gritted his teeth.

He suddenly flipped his hands upwards.

He poured all the internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong into his palms.

In an instant, all ten fingers turned into a crystal-clear white jade color.

Xuan Yu Hand.

An extremely domineering defensive technique among the Tang Clan's unique martial arts.

It is said to be invulnerable to swords and spears and immune to all poisons.

Tang San crossed his hands.

Use the technique of controlling the crane and capturing the dragon to deflect force.

They grabbed Su Chen's right wrist from both sides.

They tried to use skill to redirect the violent impact to the side.

Su Chen let Tang San grab his wrist.

He looked at those hands, white as jade.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"All show and no substance."

Su Chen's right arm jerked violently.

The sheer physical force of two thousand jin erupted like a dormant volcano.

No special skills are required.

One force can overcome ten techniques.

The violent force directly crushed the weak force-dissipating effect of the Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique.

It crashed heavily into the defense constructed by Xuan Yu's hand.

Click.

A piercing sound of bones breaking rang out in front of the academy gates.

Tang San's proud Xuan Yu Hand defense line collapsed instantly.

The jade-like color faded quickly.

The ten fingers bent backwards in an eerie way.

The excruciating pain overwhelmed my brain like a tidal wave.

"Uh..."

Tang San let out a painful groan.

The immense recoil force surged into his chest cavity through his arms.

His profound inner strength, cultivated over two lifetimes, was directly shattered by this shock.

The body completely lost its balance.

It was like being hit by a horse-drawn carriage traveling at full speed.

Both feet off the ground.

It flew backwards.

It slammed heavily against the iron fence of the academy gate.

The iron fence shook violently.

Tang San slid down the railing and fell to the ground.

A sweet taste rose in my throat.

A mouthful of blood splattered onto his chest.

Yu Xiaogang slumped down on the steps.

He watched as his newly chosen prodigy was severely injured in a single blow.

His lips trembled.

He couldn't utter a single word.

His theory.

His reputation.

At this moment, they were all trampled into the mud.

Su Chen withdrew his hand.

He slowly walked to the pool of iron powder.

The soles of the shoes pressed against the ground.

It makes a rustling, frictional sound.

"A few rough iron sheets. And a spring mechanism."

Su Chen looked down at Tang San.

His tone was filled with extreme contempt.

"Add a little bit of that cheap, unpalatable anesthetic venom."

"A toy that even an apprentice in a blacksmith's shop could make."

"You call it a concealed weapon?"

Tang San clutched his broken finger.

Upon hearing this...

His eyes suddenly became bloodshot.

Hidden weapons are the foundation of the Tang Clan.

It is also the most sensitive and untouchable part of his heart.

Su Chen belittled it as a toy in the blacksmith's shop.

This was more humiliating and insane to him than breaking his bones.

"What do you know?"

Tang San squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"The subtlety of hidden weapons is beyond the comprehension of someone like you."

Su Chen sneered.

"A dead object that needs a mechanism and spring to launch. What's so amazing about that?"

"Without the support of soul power. Without the blessing of laws."

"Faced with absolute power and reaction speed, this thing doesn't even have the ability to break through your defenses."

Su Chen took a step forward.

He walked straight up to Tang San.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

"I didn't even unleash my martial spirit in that attack just now."

"Your internal energy has dissipated. Your hand bones are broken. Your leaping and bounding footwork is a joke."

"Is this the source of your confidence in provoking the Spirit Hall?"

Tang San's chest heaved violently.

He stared intently at Su Chen.

His left hand quietly reached towards his waist.

That's where he kept the bone-piercing nail he used as a last resort to save his life.

As long as the distance is close enough.

As long as we find the flaw.

Su Chen caught this subtle movement.

The temperature in his eyes dropped to freezing point.

"Unrepentant."

Su Chen did not give Tang San any chance.

His right leg suddenly lifted up.

He kicked Tang San in the stomach.

boom.

Tang San curled up like a cooked shrimp.

His body slid several meters along the ground.

I bumped into the edge of the steps again.

He completely fainted.

Just as Tang San lost consciousness.

The system's mechanical notification sounded in Su Chen's mind right on time.

"Ding. Second stage of the mission complete."

"The chosen one of destiny, Tang San, was forcefully suppressed. The initial seizure of his core fortune was successful."

"Rewards are being distributed."

"The fusion rate of the twin martial souls has increased by 10%. The conflict between the two martial soul origins has been completely eliminated."

"Acquired a high-level Xuan-rank melee soul skill: Eight Extremes Collapse".

"The knowledge of soul skills has been infused into the sea of ​​the spirit. It has been automatically comprehended to the Great Perfection realm."

A gentle warmth flowed rapidly through Su Chen's body.

He could feel it clearly.

The power of light and darkness lurking in the palms of the left and right hands.

It became more harmonious than ever before.

The sense of rejection that previously required deliberate suppression using the Chaos God and Demon Technique has completely disappeared.

at the same time.

A set of domineering power techniques is deeply ingrained in his muscle memory.

The eight extremes collapsed.

Compress your vital energy and soul power into a single point.

It detonates within the enemy's body using hidden force.

Its power is enough to destroy mountains and shatter peaks.

This melee soul skill complements his perfectly reconstructed body.

Its destructive power will increase exponentially.

Su Chen slowly exhaled a breath of white air.

He looked back.

He didn't even glance at Yu Xiaogang, who was sprawled on the ground.

"Cardinal."

Su Chen turned around.

The sound echoed coldly in front of the gate.

"Your subordinate is here."

The cardinal immediately stepped forward.

He bowed slightly.

"Throw these two pieces of trash further away. Don't dirty the road."

"Yes, ma'am."

The cardinal waved his hand.

Two tall Templar Knights strode forward.

They grabbed Tang San and Yu Xiaogang by the collar like they were dragging a dead dog.

Without any hesitation, they dragged the two of them all the way to the end of the street.

They threw it directly into the stinking ditch.

The dean of Notting College was now drenched in cold sweat.

He knelt on both sides of the steps with more than a dozen mentors.

My legs feel weak.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is too domineering and ruthless in his actions.

Even Yu Xiaogang, who came from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, was publicly trampled into a cripple.

These are the soul masters from the border town.

They're not even as good as ants.

Su Chen walked up to the dean.

The hem of the black brocade robe swept across the ground in the wind.

"Dean."

Su Chen spoke.

The dean shuddered.

He scrambled forward two steps.

His forehead was pressed firmly against the floor tiles.

"Yes, yes. What are your orders, Your Highness? The entire academy will repay you with our lives."

"Lead the way. Let's go see the work-study student dormitories at the college."

Su Chen's tone was indifferent.

"The Spirit Hall allocates a huge sum of money to the Fasno Province every year, specifically for subsidizing civilian work-study students."

"I'd like to see where you've placed these commoner students."

"If there is even the slightest bit of fraud."

Su Chen's gaze swept over the mentors kneeling on the ground.

"Your Notting College. It can be wiped off the map tomorrow."

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The dean was so frightened that he turned pale.

"Your Highness is wise. The academy's treatment of work-study students is absolutely in line with the standards."

"Please. Your Highness, please come with me."

The dean staggered to his feet.

He led the way, bowing and scraping.

Su Chen stepped through the open iron gate.

He officially entered Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

The cardinal followed closely behind with two Templar Knights.

The landscaping within the college is quite nice.

Tall dawn redwood trees were planted on both sides.

A wide gravel road leads directly to the teaching building and dormitory area at the back.

It was during the start of the school year.

Noble students dressed in gorgeous silks could be seen everywhere on the main road.

They were accompanied by a large number of servants.

Carrying large and small bags of luggage.

When this group of people saw the dean walking in front like a lackey.

Following behind were fully armed Spirit Hall knights.

They were all so frightened that they retreated to the side of the road.

Silence reigned.

Passing through two teaching buildings.

A row of relatively low red brick bungalows appeared behind them.

The environment here is noticeably worse than the front yard.

The walls were covered with moss.

The road surface also became bumpy and uneven.

"Your Highness, this is the dormitory area."

The dean stopped in front of the largest bungalow.

Pointing to a wooden sign hanging above.

Two characters were written in black paint on the wooden sign.

Seventh Dormitory.

"Dormitory 7 is where all work-study students live together."

The dean wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The conditions are simple, but they can definitely provide shelter from the wind and rain."

Su Chen ignored the dean's explanation.

He walked to the dilapidated wooden door of Dormitory 7.

The door wasn't closed properly.

It was partially ajar.

Inside, bursts of youthful shouts and the sounds of furniture clattering could be heard.

Obviously.

It's not peaceful inside.

Su Chen raised his hand.

Fingertips rested on the rough wooden door.

A gentle push.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing creaking sound of the door hinges.

The wooden door opens inwards.

A gust of wind, mixed with the smells of sweat and damp mold, blew in.

The spacious dormitory room contained dozens of dilapidated wooden beds.

at this time.

A dozen or so boys dressed in coarse cloth were gathered in the center of the dormitory.

They were shouting at a small, thin figure.

Su Chen's gaze swept through the crowd.

It landed on the girl standing in the center.

She was wearing a pink dress.

She has a beautifully sculpted face.

Her long, jet-black hair was styled into a scorpion braid that hung down her back.

The most eye-catching thing was the pair of pink bunny ear hair accessories she wore on her head.

The girl put her hands on her hips.

Her big eyes gleamed with an unyielding stubbornness.

She was facing a group of boys who were a head taller than her.

There was no fear whatsoever.

Xiao Wu.

The soft-boned rabbit, which took 100,000 years to transform, took human form.

Su Chen put his hands behind his back.

They crossed the threshold directly.

I entered the dimly lit Dormitory 7.