Douro Continent

Chapter 50 Xiao Wu, So You Really Are a Rabbit (Part Two)

Before obtaining his first spirit ring, Tang San might not have been so arrogant. But since obtaining his first spirit ring, his speed, strength, reaction, and other abilities have all undergone a qualitative leap. The most acute abilities of Tang Sect disciples are their senses and various reactions, and speed is one of their advantages. When it comes to speed, who would he be afraid of?

Ling Feng changed his position in the air, aiming for a sudden attack. Seeing that Tang San was only a first or second-year student, he underestimated him to some extent and prepared to defeat him with one blow, forcing Xiao Wu to take action.

However, just as he brought his palms together and were about to strike Tang San's neck, Tang San moved.

With a single nod, Tang San dodged Ling Feng's hands. As he leaned forward, Tang San's right leg swung violently behind him as if it had been broken. Throughout the entire process, he didn't even look back.

Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit—Tang San embodied this perfectly, his explosive speed so fast that few of the onlookers could even see it clearly.

Tang San's heel made intimate contact with Ling Feng's chin, and Ling Feng performed his third somersault in the air, which was a series of backflips.

With a thud, he was thrown several meters away, following in Liu Long's footsteps, and immediately fainted. His jaw had been dislocated by Tang San's kick. This was without Tang San using his internal energy; otherwise, that kick would have at least shattered his jaw.

The Ruyi Folding Single Flying Kick is a basic leg technique in martial arts. Combined with Tang San's keen senses, it can instantly kill the opponent.

The senior students on Xiao's side widened their eyes almost simultaneously, unable to believe that what was happening before their eyes was real.

Among this group, Ling Feng's strength was second only to Boss Xiao, but when faced with a student who looked to be only a first or second year student, he was knocked unconscious with a single kick, and didn't even have time to unleash his most proficient attack.

Boss Xiao muttered, "Damn it, is the world about to change? How come all the younger generation are so powerful these days?"

Only after hearing Ling Feng land did Tang San slowly retract his raised right leg and calmly say, "Next."

Boss Xiao was surprised, and Xiao Wu, one of the work-study students, was equally astonished. She had fought Tang San more than once, and seeing him fight now, she could clearly see that he had improved considerably. Moreover, she noticed that Tang San seemed different when he entered battle compared to his usual self. Normally, Tang San looked like just a gentle child, but in battle, his attacks became extremely fierce.

Ignoring his own injuries, Wang Sheng watched as Ling Feng was kicked away by Tang San and burst into gloating laughter. "How about it, Boss Xiao? Are you convinced? Our Tang San didn't even use his soul power. I think you should just admit defeat to avoid further physical pain."

Boss Xiao walked out with a gloomy face. After two consecutive defeats, he had no choice but to step in. He knew that among his side, besides himself, no one was stronger than Ling Feng. If the low morale couldn't be restored in time, there was no point in continuing the duel. Only by defeating this kid in front of him with ruthless methods, and then defeating Xiao Wu, could he regain his face.

Boss Xiao looked at Tang San coldly. At this moment, the contempt and disdain on his face had disappeared, replaced by solemnity.

"Xiao Chenyu, a sixth-year student, martial soul: wolf. Level 11, one-ring battle soul master."

Revealing one's martial spirit and level is a sign of respect for one's opponent.

As he spoke, a layer of azure light emanated from Xiao Chenyu's body. Amidst the flickering light, his muscles began to swell, his eyes gradually turned pale green, and his arms slowly rose, his claws pointing forward, their nails becoming sharp. A white spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, marking the appearance of his Martial Soul Possession.

As the leader of the students, Xiao Chenyu displayed his intelligence at this moment. Few in the entire Notting Academy didn't know what his own martial soul was, but Tang San, whom he was facing, was different; Tang San's martial soul remained a mystery to him. By revealing his own martial soul first, he could find out what Tang San's martial soul was before the fight even began. This way, he could be somewhat prepared.

Tang San had heard Grandmaster explain the rules for revealing one's martial soul: unless one disdains the opponent and is not afraid of them becoming a permanent mortal enemy, one should generally reveal one's own martial soul when facing an opponent who has revealed theirs, as a sign of mutual respect and an opportunity to exchange skills.

"Tang San, a first-year work-study student, his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. He is an eleventh-level, one-ring weapon spirit master."

When Tang San announced that his martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, the senior students behind Xiao Chenyu almost simultaneously burst into laughter, their tense expressions vanishing instantly. They didn't even hear Tang San announce his level afterwards.

Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial soul, which is already a consensus on the entire continent. Even though Tang San himself is not weak, the difference in martial souls means that they no longer need to worry about Xiao Lao, who is a level higher, losing.

"What level did you just say you were?" Xiao Chenyu wasn't as careless as his subordinates, because the noise behind him prevented him from clearly hearing the level Tang San announced.

"Level 11, one-ring Soul Master." As he spoke, a faint white light emanated from Tang San's body. He raised his right hand, and a faint blue silver grass grew from his palm. With a wave of his right hand, the blue silver grass scattered at his feet. A bright yellow soul ring rose from Tang San's feet, swirling and pulsating around his body.

The appearance of the yellow spirit ring was like a slap in the face to the senior students. Their laughter immediately froze, and some even stared at Tang San with their mouths wide open, as if they were looking at a monster.

"A hundred-year-old soul ring." Xiao Chenyu gasped.

(End of this chapter)