Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

Chapter 31 A Little Disappointing

"Su Chen".

He walked step by step to the other side, his voice deep.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance."

Su Chen raised his eyelids slightly.

"Have you finished talking nonsense?"

"Let's begin then."

Tang San's breath hitched.

"You're not releasing your Martial Soul?"

Su Chen seemed to have heard a joke, and said indifferently, "Deal with you?"

"Let's talk after you run into me."

Another collective gasp rippled through the audience.

mad.

That's outrageous.

But...

There were hardly any people present who dared to dismiss this arrogance as mere stupidity.

Because Su Chen was too steady from beginning to end.

He was so steady, as if everything was in his grasp.

Tang San stared at him, his expression gradually growing colder.

it is good.

well.

Since Su Chen is courting death.

Then he no longer needs to hold back.

next moment.

Tang San slowly lowered his center of gravity.

Slightly shift your right foot.

Extend your left hand forward.

His right hand remained hanging down at the hem of his sleeve.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill flowed silently along the meridians, and the soul power fluctuations of the Blue Silver Grass began to gradually brew in the palm of his hand.

The wind gently blows across the long street.

The wind blew, ruffling his bangs and also rustling the hem of Su Chen's clothes.

All the onlookers around involuntarily held their breath at that moment.

Because they all know it.

The battle is finally about to begin.

Su Chen simply looked at him calmly.

A flash of fire flickered in his eyes.

It's like watching an insect finally revealing all its fangs.

"Tang San".

He spoke calmly.

"Take out all your shameful secrets."

"I'll give you one chance to make the first move."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

next moment.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground.

He suddenly shot out!

His movement was significantly faster than that of other Soul Masters of the same age.

It wasn't just reckless charging.

Instead, he exerted force from his waist, hips, shoulders, back, and ankles almost simultaneously, his whole body like a suddenly taut venomous snake, sliding forward along the ground and instantly closing the distance between him and Su Chen.

Ghostly Appearances.

This is the movement technique he is most proud of right now.

It is also one of the true sources of his confidence.

At Notting Academy, whether facing Xiao Wu or those so-called senior students, as long as he uses this set of footwork, the other party often has to be forced close before they can even catch a glimpse of him.

He didn't believe it.

Su Chen, a guy who hasn't even revealed his spirit rings, was able to see his movements clearly from this distance.

I don't believe it either.

The other party was able to defend against even the little bit of preparation he had hidden in his sleeve.

Therefore, Tang San did not test Tang San at all when he came up.

It's a killing move from the moment it strikes!

The instant the right hand was raised.

The hidden darts and needles that had been concealed in his sleeve were launched silently, following the trajectory of his wrist.

The angle is tricky.

One takes the eye.

One shot to the throat.

The remaining two went straight for Su Chen's shoulder and the back of his knee.

To outsiders, this was just a trivial little movement as Tang San lunged forward to attack.

But those who truly understand can see the sinister nature of it at a glance.

This is aimed at useless people.

As long as one of them is correct.

In this battle, at the very least, everyone will be crippled.

"They're here!"

Someone in the crowd gasped softly.

Many mercenaries and soul masters with decent eyesight changed their expressions.

too fast.

That's too ruthless.

Tang San may look young, but his first move was nothing like that of an ordinary child. Instead, it resembled that of a seasoned veteran who was used to taking the initiative and catching his opponent off guard.

Flander stood on the periphery, his pupils involuntarily contracting.

He figured it out.

Tang San's lunge just now was definitely not just a simple Soul Master sprint.

That footwork, that power exertion, that seamless transition that squeezes almost every inch of the body to its limit —

This is something that cannot be taught in the rudimentary Soul Master courses offered in the academy.

not to mention.

What were those fleeting flashes of cold light?

hidden weapon?

The thought had just arisen.

Flander's heart sank.

broken!

The mistress is desperate!

Yu Xiaogang, however, wasn't thinking about that at all.

In his eyes, the moment Tang San moved, his movements were swift, his actions decisive, and his aura astonishing, as if he had just vented all the pent-up frustration he had been holding in for days.

Correct.

That's how it should be!

We should really beat that arrogant brat Su Chen to a pulp and trample him right there in the street!

however.

Just when everyone thought that Su Chen, even if he wasn't immediately taken down by this pounce, would definitely be forced into a chaotic situation...

Su Chen didn't move at all.

He simply stood there, calmly watching Tang San approach.

There wasn't even a hint of the tension one would expect in a battle.

It's like watching a poorly made play where the ending is already known.

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Eight feet tall.

Six feet.

Just as those cold glints were about to touch his face...

Su Chen finally raised his hand.

It wasn't drawing a sword.

It wasn't even a sideways turn.

He simply flipped his wrist.

"Ding!"

It exploded with a crisp sound.

The first flying needle, aimed at his eye, was caught between his two fingers.

next second.

"Ding! Ding!"

"6

Two more sounds.

The other two cold lights that were brushing against his neck and shoulders seemed to have run into some kind of iron wall, and were actually bounced away by Su Chen's two extremely fast but effortless wrist flicks!

The last short stitch, which takes the knee bend, is even worse.

Su Chen lightly flicked his toes forward.

"Snapped!"

Before the needle could even touch the trouser leg, it was kicked backward and sent flying, embedding itself hard in a wooden post on the street.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The entire long street fell silent instantly.

For the first time, Tang San's expression completely changed.

Because only he himself truly understood what those four sounds meant.

That wasn't just luck.

It wasn't forced.

Rather, it's about seeing through things.

See through it completely!

Not only did the opponent see through the order in which he threw his hidden weapons, but they also seemed to have calculated the angle and landing point of each weapon in advance.

This feeling was even more unbearable than if someone had punched him hard in the face.

This means that his supposedly superior, secret methods were not a trump card in Su Chen's eyes at all.

It's just a joke.

"Is this what you hid in your sleeve?"

Su Chen glanced down at the thin needle between his fingers, his tone as indifferent as if he were evaluating a worthless toy.

"Tang San".

"You really disappoint me."

"I brought quite a few things that are not presentable in public."

The words fell.

He flicked his fingers lightly.

"Whoosh!"

The thin needle shot back towards Tang San's face at an even faster speed!

Tang San's heart pounded wildly, and he instinctively turned his head to dodge.

The thin needle flew almost past his ear and pierced the stone wall behind him!

A strand of black hair slowly drifted down.

Tang San felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

If that last movement had been just half an inch off—

It was probably his eyes that were pierced!

"The other woman!"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale instantly.

The initial fervor of wanting to turn the tide by relying on his disciples was quickly dampened by a bucket of cold water.

Because he finally realized it too.

Su Chen blocked Tang San's hidden weapon in such an easy way.

It was so relaxing it sent chills down my spine.

The onlookers were now in uproar.

"Holy crap! What kind of reaction is that?"

Catching a hidden weapon with bare hands?!

"No, he didn't even unleash his martial spirit!"

"Is this kid a monster?"

As Tang San listened to the increasingly uncontrollable gasps around him, he felt as if he had been slapped hard across the face several times.

He can't stop.

They didn't dare stop.

One step back, and the whole game is lost.

So at the same moment the flying needle missed, Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong suddenly changed direction, and the soul power that had been stored in his palm finally pressed down hard on the ground!