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Douluo Dalu_ Legend of the Ancestral Dragon_chapter_0061
Chapter 61
Chapter 61: Tang San's Defeat
"Okay." Grandmaster nodded slightly and said, "According to our original agreement, within one year, if your cultivation level surpasses Tang San's, or your practical combat ability surpasses Tang San's, you win. If you don't surpass Tang San in either, then I win. I don't need to repeat the stakes, do I?"
"No need. Just don't go back on your word after you lose," Aotian said.
"Also," Aotian added, "don't bother me again in the future."
Grandmaster was slightly surprised by Aotian's immense confidence, but he still said, "No problem. A bet is a bet, and I always accept the outcome. I hope you can too."
"I wouldn't stoop to going back on my word with the likes of you," Aotian stated.
"You must be Aotian. You're quite the big talker," the Dean beside Grandmaster said with interest.
Aotian glanced at him but didn't reply.
"Let's begin," he said.
Gu Yuena's gaze fell upon Grandmaster's face. She gave him a long, hard look before retreating to the side with Xiao Wu.
Grandmaster and the Dean also retreated some distance. The top of the hill was spacious enough, and the clearing left in the middle was ample for Aotian and Tang San to battle.
"She seems to be dismissive of me. I wonder if her opinion of me will change after this battle?" Tang San imperceptibly glanced at Gu Yuena.
"Release your Martial Soul," Aotian said.
Tang San nodded. As he raised his left hand, Soul Power surged, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass with purple patterns emerged from his palm, rapidly growing and spreading outward.
A yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, pulsating around his body.
"Tang San, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, level sixteen Control System Battle Soul Master. Please enlighten me!" Tang San's voice was clear and loud, filled with strong confidence.
He looked at Aotian and said, "Aotian, if your level isn't higher than mine, then your only chance is to defeat me."
"And what if my level *is* higher than yours? Does that mean I win automatically?" Aotian asked with a laugh.
Tang San was startled for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Impossible. I've never seen you cultivate. Even if you became a Soul Master before me, your cultivation couldn't possibly be higher than mine now."
Tang San already understood that his Mysterious Heaven Skill was much more efficient than this world's meditation methods. He had cultivated diligently for the past year, while Aotian had idled his time away. How could Aotian compare to him?
How could someone exist in this world whose cultivation would increase without them needing to cultivate?
"Nothing is impossible," Aotian said. "However, I still want to fight you. Don't you want this opportunity too? Defeat me, and you'll redeem yourself, and even win the favor of a beauty."
After speaking, Aotian even glanced at Gu Yuena.
How could Aotian not understand Tang San's subtle feelings for Gu Yuena?
Gu Yuena looked like a young girl, but her aura was enough to make people overlook her age.
It was no surprise that Tang San was attracted to her.
Having his thoughts exposed by Aotian in front of so many people, even with Tang San's steady temperament, he couldn't help but feel his face flush.
Even Grandmaster looked at his disciple with surprise, then at the impossibly beautiful girl, and secretly nodded with a smile on his face.
That girl was indeed outstanding, with astonishing looks and powerful talent.
Annoyed, Tang San's voice couldn't help but turn colder as he said, "Then release your Martial Soul. Let me see if your strength is as formidable as your mouth."
Aotian shook his head and said, "I didn't use my Martial Soul the previous two times I defeated you, and it will be the same this time."
"Arrogant!" Tang San scoffed, no longer bothering with words. Over a dozen thick Blue Silver Grass vines shot toward Aotian like numerous venomous Mandala Snakes.
Each of these Blue Silver Grass vines was as thick as an arm. They instantly rushed before Aotian, binding him tightly, leaving only his head exposed.
"It's over," Grandmaster said with a faint smile.
"Something's not right. Why isn't Aotian resisting?" the Dean frowned.
Grandmaster chuckled, "It's quite normal. How many seven-year-old children, upon seeing these Blue Silver Grass vines as fierce as venomous snakes, could remain calm?"
The Dean nodded slightly. "You're more perceptive."
Grandmaster said, "When cultivation levels are similar, Control System Soul Masters are the strongest in one-on-one combat. Aotian is bound by Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass, which also carries the paralyzing poison of the Mandala Snake. It's difficult for Aotian to resist now. I've calculated precisely: with the current poison and toughness of Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass, even someone who has just broken through to the Great Soul Master realm might not be able to break free from its binds."
"Then congratulations," the Dean chuckled.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Aotian's voice rang out, "Tang San, after a year, is this all the progress you've made? The thorns on your Blue Silver Grass can't even pierce my skin."
Only then did Grandmaster and the Dean notice that Tang San's expression was somewhat off.
"Xiao San, what's going on?" Grandmaster asked.
Tang San didn't answer. His expression grim, he controlled the Blue Silver Grass to gradually tighten.
His Blue Silver Grass was extremely tough, and few could withstand its terrifying binding force.
Even without the effect of the paralyzing poison, as long as Aotian couldn't break through his Blue Silver Grass, Tang San would still win this match.
"I'm done playing with you," Aotian said. With a slight tremor of his body, the dozen thick Blue Silver Grass vines wrapped around him instantly shattered, sending fragments of vines and leaves scattering.
"How is that possible!" Grandmaster was the first to exclaim. His eyes bulged from his plain face, an expression of utter disbelief spreading across it.
That was Blue Silver Grass that even someone who had just broken through to the Great Soul Master realm couldn't break free from. How did it just shatter like that?
How did Aotian do it? Could his strength already surpass that of a regular Great Soul Master?
Impossible! Grandmaster vigorously shook his head, his heart pounding rapidly. He racked his brain but couldn't understand how Aotian had broken Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.
The Dean watched Grandmaster's frantic expression, then looked at the battlefield, his face blank. He didn't know how to comfort Grandmaster.
He also had no idea what had just happened.
"Your Blue Silver Grass is still too weak for me," Aotian said with a chuckle. "Go ahead and use whatever other means you have, or I'll end this battle."
Tang San's expression was solemn. He swept his right hand across his belt, his fingers already gripping four pebbles.
"Still that move? It had no effect on me last time," Aotian said.
Tang San remained silent. With a swing of his arm, the four pebbles arced through the air, heading toward Aotian from different directions.
The Parting Swallows technique for deploying hidden weapons, found within the Tang Sect's Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons, was also Tang San's favorite technique.
The four pebbles flew simultaneously but traveled along different trajectories. This technique required profound mastery of hidden weapons to execute, making it almost impossible to guard against.
It was as if four people were attacking at once. Who could withstand the simultaneous assault of four individuals?
The four pebbles targeted some of the acupoints on Aotian's body. An ordinary person struck there would temporarily lose the ability to resist.
"Just because I couldn't break through your defense last time doesn't mean I can't this time," a sharp glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
His Soul Power and physical strength had both improved significantly since last time, making his hidden weapon attacks even more powerful.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Four crisp sounds rang out as the pebbles seemed to strike an even harder object. Subjected to the rebound force from Aotian's body, they shattered on impact.
Tang San's expression subtly changed. With a flip of his hand, four steel needles, each five inches long, appeared in his grasp.
The steel needles were thin at the front and thick at the back, with extremely sharp tips. They were one of the Tang Sect's hidden weapons specifically designed for breaking through defenses.
Bone-Penetrating Needle!
(end of chapter)
"Okay." Grandmaster nodded slightly and said, "According to our original agreement, within one year, if your cultivation level surpasses Tang San's, or your practical combat ability surpasses Tang San's, you win. If you don't surpass Tang San in either, then I win. I don't need to repeat the stakes, do I?"
"No need. Just don't go back on your word after you lose," Aotian said.
"Also," Aotian added, "don't bother me again in the future."
Grandmaster was slightly surprised by Aotian's immense confidence, but he still said, "No problem. A bet is a bet, and I always accept the outcome. I hope you can too."
"I wouldn't stoop to going back on my word with the likes of you," Aotian stated.
"You must be Aotian. You're quite the big talker," the Dean beside Grandmaster said with interest.
Aotian glanced at him but didn't reply.
"Let's begin," he said.
Gu Yuena's gaze fell upon Grandmaster's face. She gave him a long, hard look before retreating to the side with Xiao Wu.
Grandmaster and the Dean also retreated some distance. The top of the hill was spacious enough, and the clearing left in the middle was ample for Aotian and Tang San to battle.
"She seems to be dismissive of me. I wonder if her opinion of me will change after this battle?" Tang San imperceptibly glanced at Gu Yuena.
"Release your Martial Soul," Aotian said.
Tang San nodded. As he raised his left hand, Soul Power surged, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass with purple patterns emerged from his palm, rapidly growing and spreading outward.
A yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, pulsating around his body.
"Tang San, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, level sixteen Control System Battle Soul Master. Please enlighten me!" Tang San's voice was clear and loud, filled with strong confidence.
He looked at Aotian and said, "Aotian, if your level isn't higher than mine, then your only chance is to defeat me."
"And what if my level *is* higher than yours? Does that mean I win automatically?" Aotian asked with a laugh.
Tang San was startled for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Impossible. I've never seen you cultivate. Even if you became a Soul Master before me, your cultivation couldn't possibly be higher than mine now."
Tang San already understood that his Mysterious Heaven Skill was much more efficient than this world's meditation methods. He had cultivated diligently for the past year, while Aotian had idled his time away. How could Aotian compare to him?
How could someone exist in this world whose cultivation would increase without them needing to cultivate?
"Nothing is impossible," Aotian said. "However, I still want to fight you. Don't you want this opportunity too? Defeat me, and you'll redeem yourself, and even win the favor of a beauty."
After speaking, Aotian even glanced at Gu Yuena.
How could Aotian not understand Tang San's subtle feelings for Gu Yuena?
Gu Yuena looked like a young girl, but her aura was enough to make people overlook her age.
It was no surprise that Tang San was attracted to her.
Having his thoughts exposed by Aotian in front of so many people, even with Tang San's steady temperament, he couldn't help but feel his face flush.
Even Grandmaster looked at his disciple with surprise, then at the impossibly beautiful girl, and secretly nodded with a smile on his face.
That girl was indeed outstanding, with astonishing looks and powerful talent.
Annoyed, Tang San's voice couldn't help but turn colder as he said, "Then release your Martial Soul. Let me see if your strength is as formidable as your mouth."
Aotian shook his head and said, "I didn't use my Martial Soul the previous two times I defeated you, and it will be the same this time."
"Arrogant!" Tang San scoffed, no longer bothering with words. Over a dozen thick Blue Silver Grass vines shot toward Aotian like numerous venomous Mandala Snakes.
Each of these Blue Silver Grass vines was as thick as an arm. They instantly rushed before Aotian, binding him tightly, leaving only his head exposed.
"It's over," Grandmaster said with a faint smile.
"Something's not right. Why isn't Aotian resisting?" the Dean frowned.
Grandmaster chuckled, "It's quite normal. How many seven-year-old children, upon seeing these Blue Silver Grass vines as fierce as venomous snakes, could remain calm?"
The Dean nodded slightly. "You're more perceptive."
Grandmaster said, "When cultivation levels are similar, Control System Soul Masters are the strongest in one-on-one combat. Aotian is bound by Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass, which also carries the paralyzing poison of the Mandala Snake. It's difficult for Aotian to resist now. I've calculated precisely: with the current poison and toughness of Xiao San's Blue Silver Grass, even someone who has just broken through to the Great Soul Master realm might not be able to break free from its binds."
"Then congratulations," the Dean chuckled.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Aotian's voice rang out, "Tang San, after a year, is this all the progress you've made? The thorns on your Blue Silver Grass can't even pierce my skin."
Only then did Grandmaster and the Dean notice that Tang San's expression was somewhat off.
"Xiao San, what's going on?" Grandmaster asked.
Tang San didn't answer. His expression grim, he controlled the Blue Silver Grass to gradually tighten.
His Blue Silver Grass was extremely tough, and few could withstand its terrifying binding force.
Even without the effect of the paralyzing poison, as long as Aotian couldn't break through his Blue Silver Grass, Tang San would still win this match.
"I'm done playing with you," Aotian said. With a slight tremor of his body, the dozen thick Blue Silver Grass vines wrapped around him instantly shattered, sending fragments of vines and leaves scattering.
"How is that possible!" Grandmaster was the first to exclaim. His eyes bulged from his plain face, an expression of utter disbelief spreading across it.
That was Blue Silver Grass that even someone who had just broken through to the Great Soul Master realm couldn't break free from. How did it just shatter like that?
How did Aotian do it? Could his strength already surpass that of a regular Great Soul Master?
Impossible! Grandmaster vigorously shook his head, his heart pounding rapidly. He racked his brain but couldn't understand how Aotian had broken Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.
The Dean watched Grandmaster's frantic expression, then looked at the battlefield, his face blank. He didn't know how to comfort Grandmaster.
He also had no idea what had just happened.
"Your Blue Silver Grass is still too weak for me," Aotian said with a chuckle. "Go ahead and use whatever other means you have, or I'll end this battle."
Tang San's expression was solemn. He swept his right hand across his belt, his fingers already gripping four pebbles.
"Still that move? It had no effect on me last time," Aotian said.
Tang San remained silent. With a swing of his arm, the four pebbles arced through the air, heading toward Aotian from different directions.
The Parting Swallows technique for deploying hidden weapons, found within the Tang Sect's Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons, was also Tang San's favorite technique.
The four pebbles flew simultaneously but traveled along different trajectories. This technique required profound mastery of hidden weapons to execute, making it almost impossible to guard against.
It was as if four people were attacking at once. Who could withstand the simultaneous assault of four individuals?
The four pebbles targeted some of the acupoints on Aotian's body. An ordinary person struck there would temporarily lose the ability to resist.
"Just because I couldn't break through your defense last time doesn't mean I can't this time," a sharp glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
His Soul Power and physical strength had both improved significantly since last time, making his hidden weapon attacks even more powerful.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Four crisp sounds rang out as the pebbles seemed to strike an even harder object. Subjected to the rebound force from Aotian's body, they shattered on impact.
Tang San's expression subtly changed. With a flip of his hand, four steel needles, each five inches long, appeared in his grasp.
The steel needles were thin at the front and thick at the back, with extremely sharp tips. They were one of the Tang Sect's hidden weapons specifically designed for breaking through defenses.
Bone-Penetrating Needle!
(end of chapter)
