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Chapter 117 The Power of Weapon Martial Soul (Part 1)

The second spirit ring skill of a weapon-type martial soul, and a full-force attack at that, even though Tang San was confident his spirit power surpassed the Tie brothers, he dared not easily take their final, all-out attack head-on. [At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name.]

However, to Tang San's utter astonishment, the two iron hammers that had been hurtling towards him suddenly separated in mid-air. One hammer followed Xiao Wu's rising figure, while the other arced towards him. The Tie brothers' second soul ring skill actually had a following effect.

At this moment, the Tie brothers' bodies were tightly bound by the Blue Silver Grass, its sharp thorns piercing their flesh and the poison taking effect, making it clear they could no longer move. Hope shone in their eyes as they hoped their final blow would be effective; if they could defeat Tang San, the bindings would be released.

What to do? In a flash, Tang San made a decision. A thornless Blue Silver Grass rose into the air, accurately wrapping around Xiao Wu's slender waist, and with a forceful pull, flung her diagonally away.

Just as Tang San had predicted, while the Tie brothers' iron hammers could follow and track their opponents, this was only possible at certain angles. They couldn't track indefinitely. He hurled Xiao Wu in the opposite direction of the hammers, successfully escaping their desperate attack range.

However, precisely because Tang San focused his energy on Xiao Wu, he had no time to react, and another iron hammer arrived in front of him at the same time he swung Xiao Wu.

In the midst of the crisis, Tang San displayed his martial arts skills to the fullest. As the iron hammer approached, a strong gust of wind enveloped his entire body. Tang San activated the Xuan Yu Hand with both palms, his body spinning rapidly. He unleashed all his inner strength with the Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique, turning and striking out with his palms almost simultaneously, striking the head of the iron hammer with seven palms almost at the same time.

Under the influence of Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong internal force, the iron hammer was finally deflected by a foot by the Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique. Although Tang San's body was thrown into the air, he was not hit head-on.

With a loud bang, the iron hammer crashed to the ground. Tang San's body tumbled in the air, and before he even landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Tang San injured and coughing up blood, Xiao Wu in the air was furious. "Bastards, you're asking for death!"

With both hands raised simultaneously, without any sound of air being cut, four dark shadows shot out from her sleeves, targeting Iron Dragon and Iron Tiger respectively. The shadows' targets were the eyes of the two men.

Although Xiao Wu couldn't learn Tang Sect's hidden weapons, she was still quite adept at using mechanical hidden weapons; whatever Tang San had, she had almost the same set. Enraged, she disregarded the consequences and unleashed her silent sleeve dart.

With the mechanism made by Tang San, this silent sleeve arrow has extremely strong penetrating power. Although Tie Long and Tie Hu are physically strong, once their eyes are hit, it's not just a matter of going blind. The power of the sleeve arrow is enough to pierce their brains.

At this moment, Tie Long and Tie Hu were completely restrained by Tang San's Blue Silver Grass. After using their desperate gamble, their soul power was greatly reduced, and the paralyzing poison took the opportunity to invade. Moving even a finger was a luxury, let alone dodging Xiao Wu's hidden arrow. Before the hidden arrow even arrived, the force of the wind it generated had already made their eyes go numb. Terrified, they secretly cried out that their lives were over.

"Xiao Wu, no!" Tang San cried out, his right hand instantly lashing out from his waist, sending four streaks of cold light flying diagonally.

With four soft clanging sounds, the four hidden arrows were knocked away when they were only an inch away from the eyes of Tie Long and Tie Hu.

It turned out that, in the nick of time, Tang San took out four willow-leaf throwing knives from the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon and threw them out. Although the throwing needles were faster, their weight was far less than that of the sleeve darts, making them insufficient to block the attack of the sleeve darts. The throwing knives were much heavier than the throwing needles.

However, it was fortunate that Tang San possessed the Purple Demon Eye, which gave him amazing eyesight, and that he had a thorough understanding of the firing speed of the sleeve arrows he created; otherwise, he would not have been able to save the Tie brothers.

Xiao Wu flipped in the air and landed on the ground. "Xiao San, what are you doing?" At this moment, her pretty face was red with anger, and she glared fiercely at the two Tie brothers.

Tang San shook his head at Xiao Wu, "They attacked where the enemy had to defend, and my injuries aren't serious." He then turned his gaze to Tie Long and Tie Hu, whose faces were already pale, "Gentlemen, we should have won this battle, right?"

What could Tie Long and Tie Hu say? They quickly nodded, and Tie Long said, "Thank you for saving our lives, young brother. We admit defeat."

Tang San retrieved the Blue Silver Grass, took a deep breath, and felt a burning pain constantly emanating from his meridians. Fortunately, he hadn't directly encountered the opponent's attack. In addition, the Mysterious Heaven Skill was a superior internal skill of the orthodox Taoism, which provided excellent protection for himself. Years of cultivation had been equivalent to constantly nourishing his internal organs. He only needed to recuperate for a while after returning home and he would be fine.

When Tang San and Xiao Wu emerged from the two-on-two Soul Arena, Dai Mubai and the others had also completed their Soul Battles. It was a day of celebration for everyone; apart from Zhu Zhuqing, who was defeated by Tang San, everyone else had won their Soul Battles. With their two Soul Battles, Tang San and Xiao Wu each earned two points and twenty gold coins.

"Where is the dean?" Tang San asked Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai said helplessly, "Heaven knows where he went. He told us to go back as soon as the battle was over."

As the five walked out of the Soul Arena, cheers still echoed. While Tang San couldn't say he'd gained much from today's battle, he felt he'd learned a great deal through this kind of adversarial combat. The battle against the Tie brothers, in particular, showed him the true power of weapon spirits. Every spirit has its own characteristics, and when used properly, they can achieve tremendous effects.

In terms of strength, he and Xiao Wu were clearly superior to their opponent, but they almost lost because they underestimated him. Tang San couldn't help but recall the words his master had once said: in battles between soul masters, the first thing to do is to understand the opponent's skills. If that's not possible, then everything must be approached with the utmost caution. Even a low-level soul master might possess a deadly soul skill.

"You guys go back first. The dean just asked me to go to his shop," Ma Hongjun suddenly said, a hint of excitement flashing in his small eyes.

Dai Mubai's face revealed a half-smile, "Then we'll head back first. Take it easy."

"Boss Dai, are you going or not?"

"I'm not going. Stop talking nonsense and let's go." Dai Mubai glared at him irritably, but his eyes glanced at Zhu Zhuqing out of the corner of his eye.

The fat man was noticeably slow to react, failing to grasp the meaning in Dai Mubai's eyes. His chubby face flushed with excitement. "Let's go, let's go together. Didn't you say women aren't part of the population but rather resources?"

Dai Mubai finally lost his temper. "Get lost. I don't have as bad taste as you."

Ma Hongjun snorted in dissatisfaction, but faced with the angry glint in Dai Mubai's evil eyes, he opened his mouth but ultimately didn't dare to confront this evil-eyed white tiger for more than a few words, and turned to leave.

"Boss Dai, what did that lewd fat guy do?" Xiao Wu asked.

Dai Mubai laughed and said, "You said he's lewd, what else could he do? He just couldn't control his lust."

Xiao Wu said irritably, "Going to mess with girls again? I really suspect that his mutated martial soul is related to his innate personality."

Dai Mubai said, "It's not so much a scourge as it is. Don't you know there's a place in this world called a brothel?"

Tang San asked in disbelief, "You mean, the Dean will take Ma Hongjun to a place like that?" He had heard of brothels in his previous life, so he knew what kind of place they were.

Dai Mubai said, "There's nothing we can do about it. Apart from that flaw, Ma Hongjun's martial soul is one of the most powerful among beast martial souls. He's also the dean's direct disciple. We can't just let him give up cultivation or watch him explode and die."

Zhu Zhuqing rarely spoke up, but she said, "Men are all dirty."

Xiao Wu chuckled and said, "Sister Zhu Qing, don't be so harsh on everyone. Tang San is very clean. Unlike Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, he's not like that."

Dai Mubai said irritably, "Fine, your Tang Xiaosan is pure and innocent, while we're all filthy, okay? But my taste is much better than Fatty's."

Xiao Wu immediately adopted a completely nonchalant attitude, which made Dai Mubai feel exasperated. He shook his head helplessly and glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, only to find her looking at him as well, though her gaze seemed even colder. The girl snorted and suddenly walked up to Dai Mubai. "Your taste is better than his?"

Dai Mubai was stunned for a moment, unsure how to answer. "Zhu Qing, I..." He realized he had said the wrong thing. Even though he had better taste than the fat man, wasn't he still talking to women in that particular profession? Whether high-class or low-class, whether a phoenix in a grass nest or a courtesan, what difference did their profession make?

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes suddenly filled with disdain and contempt. "You're fifteen? You disgust me." With that, she turned and left.

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The first chapter is now available. Wishing everyone a happy Lantern Festival, eat lots of sweet dumplings, and have a joyous reunion with your family.

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