Chapter 50: Chapter 11 Xiaowu, So You Really Are a Rabbit (Part 2)_1

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If it was before obtaining his first Soul Ring, perhaps Tang San wouldn’t be so confident, but since he got his first Soul Ring, his speed, strength, reaction, and overall abilities had made a qualitative leap. What the Tang Sect disciples were most keen on were their senses and various reactions. Speed was also one of their advantages. When it came to speed, whom would he fear?

Ling Feng shifted his posture in midair, aiming for an element of surprise. Seeing that Tang San was merely a first or second-year student, he somewhat underestimated him, ready to win with one strike to directly force Xiaowu to make her move.

But just as his palms came slicing down, about to converge on Tang San’s neck, Tang San moved.

With a move called phoenix nodding its head, he neatly dodged Ling Feng’s hands. As his upper body bent forward, Tang San’s right leg swung back as if it were broken, all the while without even looking back.

Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit fleeing, Tang San displayed this to perfection. The explosive speed he unleashed in an instant was so fast that few of the spectators could catch a clear glimpse.

Tang San’s heel made intimate contact with Ling Feng’s chin. Ling Feng performed a third somersault in the air, a consecutive backflip at that.

With a thud, he fell several meters away, following the fate of Liu Long and directly passing out. His jaw had been dislocated by Tang San’s kick. This was without Tang San even exerting his Inner Strength; otherwise, that kick would have been enough to shatter his jaw.

The As You Wish Folding Flying Leg, a basic leg technique in martial arts, combined with Tang San’s keen senses, achieved the effect of instantaneously killing his opponent in a flash.

The senior students of Boss Xiao’s group nearly all widened their eyes at the same time, unable to believe that what they were witnessing was reality.

In their group, Ling Feng’s strength was second only to Boss Xiao. Yet facing a student who appeared to be a first or second-year, he had been knocked out with a single kick, without even having the chance to unleash his best attack.

Boss Xiao murmured, “Damn it, is the world changing? Why are these youngsters so incredible?”

It wasn’t until he heard Ling Feng’s body hit the ground that Tang San’s raised right leg slowly retracted, and he said indifferently, “Next.”

Boss Xiao was startled, and Xiaowu, on the side of the working students, was equally amazed. She had sparred with Tang San more than once, and seeing him in action now, she clearly noticed that Tang San had improved significantly. Moreover, she realized that Tang San in battle seemed different from his usual self. Normally, Tang San appeared to be just a gentle kid, but once in combat, his moves became extremely fierce.

Wang Sheng ignored the pain in his body, and upon seeing Ling Feng kicked away by Tang San, he couldn’t help but burst into schadenfreude laughter. “How about that, Boss Xiao, are you convinced? Our Tang San didn’t even use Soul Power. I think it’s better for you to admit defeat, to save yourselves from the suffering.”

With a dark expression, Boss Xiao stepped forward. Having lost two rounds in a row, it was time for him to enter the fray. He asked himself, apart from himself, there was no one who was stronger than Ling Feng in his team. If they couldn’t restore morale quickly, there was no need to continue with the rest of the duels. Only by defeating this kid with a fierce approach and then beating Xiaowu could he salvage some face.

Boss Xiao looked at Tang San coldly, his face now devoid of contempt and disdain, replaced by solemnity.

“Xiao Chenyu, a sixth-year student, Martial Soul, wolf. Level 11, one-ring Battle Soul Master.”

Announcing one’s Martial Soul and level was a sign of respect for the opponent.

As he spoke, a layer of green light emerged from Xiao Chenyu’s body. His muscles began to swell as the light flickered, his eyes gradually turning a pale green, and his arms slowly lifted, his fingers extended with nails becoming sharp. A White Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, embodying the state of Martial Soul Possession.

Xiao Chenyu, as the leader of the students, showed his intelligence at this moment. What his Martial Soul was, few in Notting Academy were unaware of. But the Martial Soul of the Tang San standing before him was still a mystery. He declared his Martial Soul first in order to find out what Tang San’s was before the fight began. This way, he could be somewhat prepared.

Tang San had heard about this rule of declaring one’s Martial Soul from his Master. Unless one disregarded the opponent entirely, unwilling to make them a lifelong enemy, when facing an opponent who declared their Martial Soul, one would generally announce their own to express mutual respect and spar in skill.

“Tang San, a first-year working student, Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass. Level 11, one-ring Tool Soul Master.”

When Tang San declared his Martial Soul as Blue Silver Grass, the senior students behind Xiao Chenyu burst into laughter almost simultaneously. The tension on their faces vanished immediately. They even failed to catch the level that Tang San reported afterwards.

Blue Silver Grass was widely recognized as a wasted Martial Soul across the continent. Even if Tang San’s own strength wasn’t weak, the disparity in Martial Souls made them no longer worry that their Boss Xiao, being at a higher level, would lose.

“What did you just say, your level was?” Xiao Chenyu wasn’t as careless as his subordinates because the noise behind him made him unable to clearly hear the level Tang San had declared.

“Level 11, one-ring Tool Soul Master.” As he spoke, a faint white light emanated from Tang San’s body. He lifted his right hand, and the faint Blue Silver Grass grew from his palm. As he swung his right hand, the Blue Silver Grass scattered at his feet. A bright yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath Tang San’s feet, hovering and pulsating around his body.

The appearance of the yellow Soul Ring was like a heavy slap across the faces of those senior students. Their laughter immediately congealed, some with their mouths still wide open, looking at Tang San as if he were a monster.

“Centennial Soul Ring,” Xiao Chenyu inhaled sharply.