Douro Continent

Chapter 23 Master? Teacher? (Part 4)

If the first time was just a coincidence, then throwing Wang Sheng away twice in a row was clearly not that simple, and the way the other children looked at Tang San changed.

A deep, guttural roar, clearly not coming from a child's mouth, rang out from Wang Sheng's throat. A faint yellow light could be seen emanating from his body, and his body, which had been lying on the bed, sprang up instantly. Both his speed and strength were clearly incomparable to what they had been before.

Martial Soul. He used the power of his Martial Soul. This thought flashed through Tang San's mind in a split second.

But what about a martial spirit?

Seeing Wang Sheng's hands reaching for his shoulders, Tang San also raised his hands, forming claws, to meet Wang Sheng's hands. He simultaneously pointed his toes inward, slightly bent his knees, and assumed a standard horse stance, the "Sheep-Piercing Horse."

With their hands clasped together, if the previous encounter was a matter of skill, this had now become a contest of strength. Two hands of different sizes were now locked in a grip.

Wang Sheng was clearly enraged by Tang San, a ferocious look appearing on his face. At this moment, he had already used his martial soul, the power of the War Tiger. Although he knew he couldn't really hurt Tang San, he at least wanted to use his power to pin this brat who had made him lose face to the ground.

With the tiger claw exerting its power, Wang Sheng had every reason to believe that, with his strength ranking among the top five among the students, overpowering the kid in front of him should be an easy task.

But is that really the case?

Although Tang San is thin, he can swing the forging hammer nearly a thousand times a day, so how could his strength be ordinary?

Just as Wang Sheng exerted his strength, he clearly felt that the hands, which were obviously several sizes smaller than his own, were as hard as steel. Almost instantly, Tang San gained an overwhelming victory in terms of strength. Tang San exerted force with both thumbs at the same time, and Wang Sheng felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth. His soul power was completely suppressed by his opponent. Then, Tang San used his hands to leap backward.

Wang Sheng had already pounced from mid-air, and Tang San's backward leap immediately caused him to lose his balance. He watched as Tang San's knee loomed larger before him, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

Tang San's knee was aimed at his nose. Wang Sheng knew that even disregarding Tang San's strength, the weight of his body alone would likely break his nose. In that instant, he felt a pang of regret.

Just when it seemed he was about to severely injure his opponent, Tang San suddenly released his grip. He had the upper hand in terms of strength, so he could retreat at will. At the same time, he bent his right knee and kicked Wang Sheng in the chest with the instep of his right foot.

This was a spring kick; the distance of the kick was not long, but the instantaneous explosive power was definitely not weak. Even if Tang San converted more of the kick's power into a passing kick, it would still be the same.

The students in the dormitory watched as Wang Hao's body uncontrollably performed a difficult backflip in mid-air, and with a thud, he landed face down on the ground.

Although the Tang Clan is famous for its hidden weapons, its grappling techniques are actually extremely formidable; they are simply overshadowed by the overwhelming fame of its hidden weapons. The Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique is not only a method of harnessing power but also an incredibly powerful grappling technique, with its bone-dislocating and tendon-splitting methods being exceptionally ruthless. Of course, Tang San wouldn't use it in this situation.

This time, Wang Sheng fell quite hard, struggling for a while before finally getting up. His eyes were filled with a mixture of shock and anger as he looked at Tang San. After all, he was just a twelve-year-old child, and when facing someone stronger than himself, fear outweighed impulsiveness.

Tang San picked up his school uniform. "Now, can you move aside?"

Seeing Tang San walking towards him, Wang Sheng subconsciously dodged in his way. Tang San found a bed not far from the door and put his school uniform on it.

"Little, oh no, Tang San, were you using a soul skill just now?" Wang Sheng asked tentatively.

"Soul skills?" Tang San had heard this term before. "What are soul skills?"

Wang Sheng scratched his head and said, "It's all about the techniques I use with my martial soul. But is your martial soul really Blue Silver Grass?"

Raising his right hand, a faint blue light emanated from his palm. Tang San showed the students in the dormitory that he was not lying.

Upon hearing the words "soul skill," the other students, though intimidated by Tang San's power, still gathered around. "Is that really a soul skill? It's amazing! Even Brother Wang Sheng is no match for it."

Tang San shook his head. "That's not a soul skill, it's just a fighting technique. Don't we have any bedding here?"

A student not much older than Tang San looked downcast. "We're just work-study students. Our tuition is waived, so where would we get bedding? We brought all of this from home. Why don't you use mine first?"

Tang San waved his hand and said, "No need, thank you. I'll figure something out myself."

Wang Sheng walked up to Tang San and asked, "Why did you hold back just now?" He had studied at the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy for five years. If he couldn't even tell that Tang San had stopped kneeling and changed his kick to avoid serious injury, then he had studied in vain.

Tang San said calmly, "We are classmates, not enemies."

A complex light flashed in Wang Sheng's eyes. "I'm sorry about earlier. Every work-study student who comes here has to face this. We work-study students are already looked down upon by the other students, so we must unite. I just hope that you, the newcomer, can unite with us..."

Tang San smiled and said, "So, you're going to give me a hard time right away?"

Wang Sheng blushed, a simple, honest smile appearing on his face. "You're the one who gave me a hard time. But you're really something. You must only be six years old."

Tang San nodded.

(End of this chapter)