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Chapter 30
Chapter 30: Tang San's Renewed Challenge (Fourth Update)
"Aotian, are you sure?" Xiao Wu looked at Aotian.
"Trust me," Aotian said, only two words.
Xiao Wu nodded. "Alright, let Wang Sheng fight one more time."
Boss Xiao cracked his knuckles, sneering, "Even though you've won ten matches in a row, I have to admire your courage for daring to challenge me."
"Cut the crap! I'm taking back all the suffering you've inflicted on us over the years, starting today!"
With that, Wang Sheng roared, and the tiger stripes on his body deepened.
"You dare act so arrogantly when you're not even a Soul Master yet?" Xiao Chenyu sneered, releasing his own Martial Soul.
His Martial Soul was a wolf, and he was a Level 11 Battle Soul Master.
After someone with a Beast Martial Soul breaks through to the Soul Master realm, they can undergo Martial Soul Possession, which greatly enhances their power.
Boss Xiao's body swelled rapidly. His hands grew larger, sprouting gray fur, and his fingernails sharpened into claws. A white Soul Ring materialized around him.
Normally, a battle between Soul Masters required them to state their names, Martial Souls, and levels, but Boss Xiao couldn't be bothered with such nonsense and attacked directly.
Under the effects of his Martial Soul Possession, his speed and power became extremely formidable. His body blurred into a series of afterimages as he flashed toward Wang Sheng.
"Die, you piece of trash!" A thick wolf claw swiped at Wang Sheng's chest.
At that moment, all of Wang Sheng's hatred, anger, and power ignited, coalescing into a single fist.
As everyone watched, the fist and claw collided, and then Boss Xiao shrieked as he was sent flying backward.
His arm was twisted at a bizarre angle. Under the intense pain, he could no longer maintain his Martial Soul.
"Boss!"
His group of lackeys all rushed forward, only to find that Xiao Chenyu had already fainted.
Wang Sheng collapsed to the ground, an unprecedented exhaustion washing over him as if he had expended all his life force.
"Brother Sheng, you won!" a group of Work-Study Students cheered, rushing forward.
Wang Sheng's vision went black, and he too lost consciousness.
Xiao Wu stepped to the front and announced loudly, "We, the Work-Study Students, have won this duel. When Boss Xiao wakes up, tell him that from now on, if he doesn't take a detour when he sees us, I'll beat him up every single time."
Not one of the twenty-odd people on the other side dared to respond to Xiao Wu. They picked up Boss Xiao and fled in disarray.
Looking at the unconscious Wang Sheng, Xiao Wu said, "Quick, get him to the School Infirmary."
A group of Work-Study Students clumsily lifted Wang Sheng and hurried away.
"Aotian, wait a moment." Tang San, who was at the very back, called out to Aotian, who was about to leave with Xiao Wu.
"What is it?" Aotian asked, turning his head.
Fighting intent radiated from Tang San. "I want to challenge you again."
"You just lost to me a few days ago. Has becoming a Soul Master boosted your confidence that much?" Aotian asked with a smile.
Tang San's face flushed red. He was now a Soul Master, while he believed Aotian wasn't. It was indeed a bit dishonorable for him to propose a fight.
Just as Tang San was about to retract his challenge, Aotian said, "I accept your challenge."
Tang San nodded, not being coy about it. He immediately put some distance between them, and they faced each other.
Xiao Wu stood to the side with interest. In her opinion, if Tang San hadn't obtained a Soul Ring, Aotian would have definitely won.
But now that Tang San had an extra soul skill, the outcome was hard to predict.
"Tang San, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, a Level 11, one-ring Tool Soul Master." As he spoke, he raised his right hand. A stalk of Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm, rapidly spreading outward.
A yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, causing the aura he emitted to strengthen considerably.
Aotian thought for a moment and said, "Aotian, Martial Soul Golden Dragon, a Level 11 Battle Soul Master."
"You've broken through to become a Soul Master?" Two surprised voices cried out simultaneously. Both Tang San and Xiao Wu stared at Aotian in shock.
"Did you go to the Spirit Hunting Forest too?" Tang San quickly asked.
"He's been at the Academy these past few days," Xiao Wu answered Tang San's question. She looked at Aotian and asked, "Aotian, don't tell me you were already a Soul Master before you came to the Academy?"
Hearing Xiao Wu's words, realization dawned on Tang San.
There were three months between the Martial Soul Awakening and the start of school. Aotian also had innate full spirit power, so it was entirely possible for him to become a Soul Master during that time.
*No wonder he was so much stronger than me during our last match,* Tang San thought to himself.
Aotian considered for a moment and felt that the explanation Xiao Wu had inadvertently come up with was quite good, so he nodded. "That's right."
Tang San suddenly felt much better. "Then release your Martial Soul," he said.
Aotian shook his head. "Go ahead and attack. We'll see if you can even force me to use my Martial Soul."
*Arrogance!* Tang San couldn't help but feel a flicker of anger.
Tang San had his own pride—the pride of a Tang Sect disciple, the pride of a transmigrator—but suffering repeated setbacks at Aotian's hands was a bitter pill for him to swallow.
"Then let's fight! Blue Silver Grass, Bind!"
As soon as Tang San finished speaking, a dozen thick strands of Blue Silver Grass shot out from the ground near Aotian, coiling toward him like vipers.
Aotian stood motionless, allowing the Blue Silver Grass to wrap around his body.
The vines of the Blue Silver Grass were covered in sharp barbs that, as they tightened, tried to pierce Aotian's skin.
These small thorns were laced with the Mandala Snake's venom, which had a paralyzing effect.
Tang San was shocked to find they hadn't even pierced through. He could sense the state of his Blue Silver Grass; it couldn't even break Aotian's skin.
He flipped his left hand, and a pebble appeared. He flung it at Aotian using a technique from his compendium of hidden weapons.
His palm moved continuously, and countless pebbles flew toward Aotian as if they had eyes of their own.
Tang San's targets were carefully chosen—all of them were pressure points and joints that could easily incapacitate a person.
His Mysterious Heaven Skill circulated at full power, and the hidden weapons were launched with his maximum strength.
However, upon striking Aotian's body, the pebbles shattered as if they had hit refined iron.
"It's time to end this," Aotian said.
Ignoring the hidden weapons flying at him and the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his body, he charged toward Tang San.
The Blue Silver Grass, which had seemed so tough to Tang San, was easily snapped apart by Aotian's movements.
Tang San was alarmed. He moved his feet, employing the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, preparing for a guerrilla-style battle with Aotian.
The last time they fought, Aotian's power and speed had left a deep impression on Tang San. Even though he had now broken through to become a Soul Master, he still had no confidence in fighting Aotian up close.
Unless... he used the Clear Sky Hammer.
However, he quickly discovered that he had underestimated Aotian's movement speed.
Although his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was exquisite, Aotian caught up to him in just a few breaths.
Aotian's fist fell. Tang San tried to block, but he couldn't defend against the blow.
Intense pain assaulted Tang San's nerves. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself not to cry out, but muffled grunts escaped his lips from time to time.
Aotian's fists beat Tang San to the point of questioning his very existence. Only after a full several minutes did Aotian finally stop.
Tang San sat slumped on the ground, unable to accept the gap between himself and Aotian.
"How can you be so strong?" His face was bruised, and the pain was unbearable.
"This is just how strong I am. So, next time you challenge me, you'd better think it through first," Aotian said.
Tang San clenched his fists. "One day, I will defeat you."
Aotian gave a faint smile and turned to leave.
"Tang San, are you alright?" Xiao Wu asked with concern.
Tang San shook his head. "Just some superficial wounds, nothing serious."
"Then hurry back and get some rest. I'm leaving now," Xiao Wu said.
With that, she chased after Aotian.
"Teacher, can you really win your bet with Aotian?" Tang San couldn't help but ask himself.
A new plot arc begins tomorrow...
(end of chapter)
"Aotian, are you sure?" Xiao Wu looked at Aotian.
"Trust me," Aotian said, only two words.
Xiao Wu nodded. "Alright, let Wang Sheng fight one more time."
Boss Xiao cracked his knuckles, sneering, "Even though you've won ten matches in a row, I have to admire your courage for daring to challenge me."
"Cut the crap! I'm taking back all the suffering you've inflicted on us over the years, starting today!"
With that, Wang Sheng roared, and the tiger stripes on his body deepened.
"You dare act so arrogantly when you're not even a Soul Master yet?" Xiao Chenyu sneered, releasing his own Martial Soul.
His Martial Soul was a wolf, and he was a Level 11 Battle Soul Master.
After someone with a Beast Martial Soul breaks through to the Soul Master realm, they can undergo Martial Soul Possession, which greatly enhances their power.
Boss Xiao's body swelled rapidly. His hands grew larger, sprouting gray fur, and his fingernails sharpened into claws. A white Soul Ring materialized around him.
Normally, a battle between Soul Masters required them to state their names, Martial Souls, and levels, but Boss Xiao couldn't be bothered with such nonsense and attacked directly.
Under the effects of his Martial Soul Possession, his speed and power became extremely formidable. His body blurred into a series of afterimages as he flashed toward Wang Sheng.
"Die, you piece of trash!" A thick wolf claw swiped at Wang Sheng's chest.
At that moment, all of Wang Sheng's hatred, anger, and power ignited, coalescing into a single fist.
As everyone watched, the fist and claw collided, and then Boss Xiao shrieked as he was sent flying backward.
His arm was twisted at a bizarre angle. Under the intense pain, he could no longer maintain his Martial Soul.
"Boss!"
His group of lackeys all rushed forward, only to find that Xiao Chenyu had already fainted.
Wang Sheng collapsed to the ground, an unprecedented exhaustion washing over him as if he had expended all his life force.
"Brother Sheng, you won!" a group of Work-Study Students cheered, rushing forward.
Wang Sheng's vision went black, and he too lost consciousness.
Xiao Wu stepped to the front and announced loudly, "We, the Work-Study Students, have won this duel. When Boss Xiao wakes up, tell him that from now on, if he doesn't take a detour when he sees us, I'll beat him up every single time."
Not one of the twenty-odd people on the other side dared to respond to Xiao Wu. They picked up Boss Xiao and fled in disarray.
Looking at the unconscious Wang Sheng, Xiao Wu said, "Quick, get him to the School Infirmary."
A group of Work-Study Students clumsily lifted Wang Sheng and hurried away.
"Aotian, wait a moment." Tang San, who was at the very back, called out to Aotian, who was about to leave with Xiao Wu.
"What is it?" Aotian asked, turning his head.
Fighting intent radiated from Tang San. "I want to challenge you again."
"You just lost to me a few days ago. Has becoming a Soul Master boosted your confidence that much?" Aotian asked with a smile.
Tang San's face flushed red. He was now a Soul Master, while he believed Aotian wasn't. It was indeed a bit dishonorable for him to propose a fight.
Just as Tang San was about to retract his challenge, Aotian said, "I accept your challenge."
Tang San nodded, not being coy about it. He immediately put some distance between them, and they faced each other.
Xiao Wu stood to the side with interest. In her opinion, if Tang San hadn't obtained a Soul Ring, Aotian would have definitely won.
But now that Tang San had an extra soul skill, the outcome was hard to predict.
"Tang San, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, a Level 11, one-ring Tool Soul Master." As he spoke, he raised his right hand. A stalk of Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm, rapidly spreading outward.
A yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, causing the aura he emitted to strengthen considerably.
Aotian thought for a moment and said, "Aotian, Martial Soul Golden Dragon, a Level 11 Battle Soul Master."
"You've broken through to become a Soul Master?" Two surprised voices cried out simultaneously. Both Tang San and Xiao Wu stared at Aotian in shock.
"Did you go to the Spirit Hunting Forest too?" Tang San quickly asked.
"He's been at the Academy these past few days," Xiao Wu answered Tang San's question. She looked at Aotian and asked, "Aotian, don't tell me you were already a Soul Master before you came to the Academy?"
Hearing Xiao Wu's words, realization dawned on Tang San.
There were three months between the Martial Soul Awakening and the start of school. Aotian also had innate full spirit power, so it was entirely possible for him to become a Soul Master during that time.
*No wonder he was so much stronger than me during our last match,* Tang San thought to himself.
Aotian considered for a moment and felt that the explanation Xiao Wu had inadvertently come up with was quite good, so he nodded. "That's right."
Tang San suddenly felt much better. "Then release your Martial Soul," he said.
Aotian shook his head. "Go ahead and attack. We'll see if you can even force me to use my Martial Soul."
*Arrogance!* Tang San couldn't help but feel a flicker of anger.
Tang San had his own pride—the pride of a Tang Sect disciple, the pride of a transmigrator—but suffering repeated setbacks at Aotian's hands was a bitter pill for him to swallow.
"Then let's fight! Blue Silver Grass, Bind!"
As soon as Tang San finished speaking, a dozen thick strands of Blue Silver Grass shot out from the ground near Aotian, coiling toward him like vipers.
Aotian stood motionless, allowing the Blue Silver Grass to wrap around his body.
The vines of the Blue Silver Grass were covered in sharp barbs that, as they tightened, tried to pierce Aotian's skin.
These small thorns were laced with the Mandala Snake's venom, which had a paralyzing effect.
Tang San was shocked to find they hadn't even pierced through. He could sense the state of his Blue Silver Grass; it couldn't even break Aotian's skin.
He flipped his left hand, and a pebble appeared. He flung it at Aotian using a technique from his compendium of hidden weapons.
His palm moved continuously, and countless pebbles flew toward Aotian as if they had eyes of their own.
Tang San's targets were carefully chosen—all of them were pressure points and joints that could easily incapacitate a person.
His Mysterious Heaven Skill circulated at full power, and the hidden weapons were launched with his maximum strength.
However, upon striking Aotian's body, the pebbles shattered as if they had hit refined iron.
"It's time to end this," Aotian said.
Ignoring the hidden weapons flying at him and the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his body, he charged toward Tang San.
The Blue Silver Grass, which had seemed so tough to Tang San, was easily snapped apart by Aotian's movements.
Tang San was alarmed. He moved his feet, employing the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, preparing for a guerrilla-style battle with Aotian.
The last time they fought, Aotian's power and speed had left a deep impression on Tang San. Even though he had now broken through to become a Soul Master, he still had no confidence in fighting Aotian up close.
Unless... he used the Clear Sky Hammer.
However, he quickly discovered that he had underestimated Aotian's movement speed.
Although his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was exquisite, Aotian caught up to him in just a few breaths.
Aotian's fist fell. Tang San tried to block, but he couldn't defend against the blow.
Intense pain assaulted Tang San's nerves. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself not to cry out, but muffled grunts escaped his lips from time to time.
Aotian's fists beat Tang San to the point of questioning his very existence. Only after a full several minutes did Aotian finally stop.
Tang San sat slumped on the ground, unable to accept the gap between himself and Aotian.
"How can you be so strong?" His face was bruised, and the pain was unbearable.
"This is just how strong I am. So, next time you challenge me, you'd better think it through first," Aotian said.
Tang San clenched his fists. "One day, I will defeat you."
Aotian gave a faint smile and turned to leave.
"Tang San, are you alright?" Xiao Wu asked with concern.
Tang San shook his head. "Just some superficial wounds, nothing serious."
"Then hurry back and get some rest. I'm leaving now," Xiao Wu said.
With that, she chased after Aotian.
"Teacher, can you really win your bet with Aotian?" Tang San couldn't help but ask himself.
A new plot arc begins tomorrow...
(end of chapter)
