Soul Land - Chapter 23
Chapter 23: Chapter 5 Master? Teacher? (4)_1
Translator: 549690339
If the first time was a fluke, then, throwing Wang Sheng out twice in a row certainly was not so simple; the other children began looking at Tang San with eyes that showed a hint of change.
A deep, animalistic roar that shouldn’t be coming from the mouth of a child emanated from Wang Sheng’s throat. Faintly, one could see a thin layer of yellow light emerging from his body; the moment his body hit the bed, he sprang up, his speed and strength obviously incomparable to before.
Martial Soul. He had invoked the power of his Martial Soul. This thought flashed through Tang San’s mind like lightning.
But, what of Martial Souls?
As Wang Sheng’s hands reached for his shoulders, Tang San also raised his hands, forming claws, to meet Wang Sheng’s. His feet pointed inwards at the tips, his knees slightly bent, readying himself in the standard horse stance of Controlling Sheep Horse.
Their four hands met; if before it had been a matter of technique, now, it turned into a sheer contest of strength. The two pairs of hands, big and small, had clasped together.
Wang Sheng was clearly infuriated by Tang San; a hint of ferocity showed on his face. At this moment, he was using the strength of his Martial Soul, the Battle Tiger. Although he knew he couldn’t truly harm Tang San, he at least wanted to use his strength to press this little kid, who made him lose face, to the ground.
With the tiger’s claw exerting force, Wang Sheng had every reason to believe that with his strength ranking in the top five among the students, it should be a cinch to overpower the boy before him.
But, was that really the case?
Tang San might have been slender, but he could swing the forging hammer nearly a thousand times each day; how could his strength be ordinary?
As Wang Sheng exerted force, he clearly felt the pair of hands, significantly smaller than his own, become as hard as steel. Almost in an instant, he found himself overwhelmingly outmatched in strength. Tang San exerted force with both thumbs simultaneously, causing Wang Sheng’s tiger’s mouth to tingle with numbness, his Soul Power completely suppressed. Immediately after, Tang San leaped backwards, still holding his hands.
Having already been pouncing from mid-air, Wang Sheng lost his balance when Tang San leaped back. He saw Tang San’s knee enlarging in front of his own face and immediately knew something was wrong.
This knee was headed for his nose, and Wang Sheng knew that, even if Tang San’s own strength wasn’t taken into account, with the weight of his own body crashing down, his nasal bones probably wouldn’t be spared. In that instant, he couldn’t help feeling a bit of regret.
Just as the crippling blow seemed imminent, Tang San’s hands suddenly let go. With the advantage in strength, he could easily retreat when he chose; simultaneously, his bent right knee swung open, transforming into a kick that landed on Wang Sheng’s chest.
It was a snap kick, not a long-range movement, but the instant burst of power was absolutely formidable. Even though Tang San converted most of the force into a push, it was still powerful.
The students in the dorm watched as Wang Hao’s body uncontrollably performed a challenging backflip in the air and then hit the ground with a thud, ending up sprawled out face down.
Although Tang Sect was famous for its hidden weapons, in fact, their grappling techniques were extremely formidable as well, only overshadowed by the brilliance of their hidden weapons. Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon wasn’t just a method to channel force; it was also a very domineering grappling technique, with extremely ruthless methods for dislocating joints. Of course, Tang San wouldn’t use such methods under these circumstances.
Wang Sheng had taken a hard fall this time, struggling for a long while before he managed to get up from the ground, his eyes alternating between shock and rage. No matter what, he was still a twelve-year-old child, and when facing someone stronger than himself, fear outweighed impulse.
Tang San picked up his school uniform, “Now, can you make way for me?”
As Tang San approached him, Wang Sheng subconsciously stepped aside to clear the path. Tang San found a bed not far from the door and placed his school uniform on top of it.
“Soul skill? Did you use a soul skill just now?” Wang Sheng asked tentatively.
“Soul skill?” Tang San had heard this term before, “What is a soul skill?”
Wang Sheng scratched his head, saying, “It’s a technique used by relying on one’s Martial Soul. But is your Martial Soul really the Blue Silver Grass?”
Raising his right hand, a faint blue light surged from the palm. Tang San showed the students in the dorm with his action that he was not lying.
Hearing the term “soul skill”, although intimidated by Tang San’s prowess, the other students still crowded around, “Is that really a soul skill? So powerful, even big brother Wang Sheng was no match.”
Tang San shook his head, “That was not a soul skill, just a martial technique. Don’t we have any bedding here?”
A student, only slightly older than Tang San, dimmed in spirit, “We’re just work-study students, our tuition is already waived; how could we have any bedding? These are all brought from home. You can use mine for now if you want.”
Tang San waved his hand, “No need, thank you. I’ll figure something out.”
Wang Sheng approached Tang San, “Why did you hold back just now?” He had been learning at the Primary Soul Master Academy for five years, and if he couldn’t see that Tang San had switched from a knee strike to a kick to avoid seriously injuring him, then his learning would have been in vain.
Tang San replied indifferently, “We are classmates, not enemies.”
A complex light flitted across Wang Sheng’s eyes, “I’m sorry for what happened just now. 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 need to stick together. I just wanted you, as the newcomer, to be united with us…”
Tang San gave a wry smile, “So, were you trying to put me in my place?”
Wang Sheng’s face reddened, his smile showing a trace of honesty, “You’re the one who put me in my place. But you really are impressive. You must be almost six years old, right?”
Tang San nodded.
