SL—Chapter 172: Tang San grabs the ground with his head
"Sharp-tongued, that little rabbit used her Charm Soul Skill to attack an opponent whose mental strength far exceeded her own, essentially throwing herself onto the chopping block, and yet she still blames the knife itself.
Not to mention that stating facts is called an insult?
Lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife. Not distinguishing right from wrong, seemingly pure and innocent, but in reality, narrow-minded and prejudiced.
Someone truly has a good son, he's so alike, truly alike."
Dugu Bo spoke mercilessly and very loudly, as if deliberately saying it for Tang Hao, who was secretly peeking from the shadows, to hear.
After speaking, he released his pressure on Tang San. 'So what if I bully your son? You still don't dare to come out.'
'My strength may not be as good as yours, but you can't instantly kill me. A mutually destructive outcome is not what a stray dog like you wants to see right now. From now on, I'll bully your son every time I see him.'
Flender and Liu Erlong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the other party withdrew the pressure; otherwise, if Tang San had to endure it any longer, he might have suffered irreversible damage.
The two quickly stepped forward, shielding Tang San behind them, and stared at Dugu Bo vigilantly, fearing he would attack again.
Tang San struggled to stand up, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ling Qianyao with a face full of resentment, "Ling Qianyao, you are just relying on your chance encounter with Immortal Herbs, which allowed your Martial Soul to undergo some transformation.
Your own Soul Power level and Soul Skills just happen to counter the characteristics of our Martial Souls.
Aside from those external things, you are nothing yourself. I want to compete with you in pure hand-to-hand combat, do you dare?!"
Ning Rongrong rubbed her abdomen, which only hurt a little, and scoffed, "What Ling Qianyao used just now seemed to be a self-created Soul Skill, right? I wonder whose Teacher often comes to me begging for the method of distraction control, yet is unwilling to offer good things in exchange."
Yu Xiaogang's face darkened. Tang San turned to look at him, only to see his face as grim as water.
So what? Is that the same thing?
The teacher is doing this so he can better teach his students, which is why he put aside his dignity to ask for the method of distraction control. This is a far-sighted and selfless act!
"Stop the nonsense, Ling Qianyao, do you dare to accept the challenge? Are you perhaps afraid of me, only daring to hide behind others and act like a fox borrowing a tiger's might?"
"Oscar, throw him a few sausages."
"Ah? Oh." Oscar was startled, searched for the source of the voice for a moment, and only then realized it was Ling Qianyao speaking to him. Looking into the other party's eyes, he shivered and subconsciously made a few recovery sausages, which he threw to Tang San.
After realizing what he had done, he even felt a bit ashamed of himself for acting based on the opponent's words.
"Lingling, heal him."
"No need!" Tang San coldly refused, sat down cross-legged, chewing the recovery Sausages in large bites, gritting his teeth, "Ling Qianyao, don't think that this small favor can make me grateful to you. I, Tang San, do not accept charity."
"Heh," Ling Qianyao shook his head, "A-San, A-San, you are just like Yu Xiaogang, all you have left is a stubborn mouth."
Tang San stood up, his eyes turning purple, his hands turning jade-like, "Then let's try."
Ling Qianyao said nothing, just walked towards him step by step, slowly.
Seeing this, Tang San's inner anger intensified. Was this Ling Qianyao looking down on him? His guard was full of flaws. How confident was he to dare to underestimate himself like this?
You know, this was a competition of pure hand-to-hand combat. With the Tang Sect's Secret Skills, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Mysterious Jade Hand, Purple Demon Eyes, and many other techniques, why was he being so arrogant?
"Damn it."
His teeth ground together, the purple light in his eyes flared, and the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track steps were used to the extreme. He rushed towards Ling Qianyao, his entire body leaving trails of afterimages along the way.
Instantly arriving in front of Ling Qianyao, he struck fiercely at Ling Qianyao's chest with his Mysterious Jade Hand, the palm wind whistling.
"The eyes, the footwork, the white jade arms, the special Soul Power circulation method, this is my disciple's self-created Soul Skill. In terms of pure hand-to-hand combat, Ling Qianyao simply—" His voice stopped abruptly.
Ling Qianyao seemed to have anticipated it. Just as Tang San's Mysterious Jade Hand was about to touch his chest, his body flashed like a ghost, avoiding this fatal blow by moving along with Tang San's palm wind.
At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Tang San's wrist and twisting it forcefully.
"Ah!"
Tang San felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it was about to be snapped off.
He was greatly alarmed and reacted quickly, turning his body along with the force, changing his other hand from a palm to a fist, and striking towards Ling Qianyao's temple with surging Soul Power.
However, before his fist could reach, Ling Qianyao had already foreseen the opportunity. His left hand turned into a claw and accurately grabbed Tang San's punching arm. Using the force, he threw Tang San to the side.
Tang San tumbled several times in the air, finally stabilizing himself. As soon as his feet landed, Ling Qianyao's figure appeared before him.
"Too weak, a trash Martial Soul, a trash Soul Master, the one taught is also trash."
Tang San's pupils contracted. He retreated using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, but every time he flashed, Ling Qianyao could follow closely. That overwhelming, oppressive feeling made him almost unable to breathe.
The ever-changing Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track steps seemed to have been seen through. Every movement, every turn, was anticipated by Ling Qianyao.
Tang San was utterly shocked.
How is this possible? His Tang Sect's techniques are unparalleled. In the past ten-odd years on the Douluo Continent, he has deeply understood the absolute advantage of the Tang Sect's techniques here.
Unless the opponent's realm is two or three major realms higher than his, it is impossible to see through his footwork! What is going on with this Ling Qianyao!
Light flashed behind Tang San, indicating he was about to use the Eight Spider Lances.
"Hmph."
How could Ling Qianyao give him this chance? Without using Soul Skills and Soul Bones, the amplification brought by his star acupoint reconstruction was still present.
In terms of physical strength alone, some low-level Soul Saints might not even be as strong as Ling Qianyao at this moment.
There were no unnecessary movements, just a single punch thrown, directly hitting Tang San's abdomen.
In front of Taichu Divine Eye's time gap prediction, opponents of the same level had no room to resist whatsoever.
"Pfft——"
Tang San didn't have time to react and was sent flying by Ling Qianyao's fierce punch.
While he was still gliding in the air, Ling Qianyao had already appeared above Tang San, stepping on Tang San's back, stomping down hard, pressing Tang San firmly onto the ground.
Immediately after, he grabbed Tang San's head with one hand and slammed it fiercely towards the ground.
"Boom!"
A huge roar sounded. Tang San's head violently collided with the ground, and blood instantly gushed from his forehead, staining the ground red. The hearts of everyone present also trembled in sync.
Tang San directly fainted.
"Ah, Brother San!"
Xiao Wu's shrill scream broke the suffocating silence. She rushed towards Tang San desperately. The Shrek group also quickly came to Tang San's side.
Xiao Wu checked his breathing and felt a slight relief. Fortunately, he was not dead; he was usable.
"Ling Qianyao, I'm not finished with you!" Xiao Wu shouted angrily, holding Tang San.
"How could there be such a big gap..." Yu Xiaogang stopped in place, his eyes unfocused. His proud disciple, who could match any Soul Master of the same rank with self-created Soul Skills, was completely helpless in front of Ling Qianyao.
His last bit of pride and confidence was shattered at this moment.
Ling Qianyao slowly walked away, looking at Yu Tianheng, who had also run over, and placed his hand on his shoulder.
Yu Tianheng trembled all over, startled, stopping in place, not daring to move.
"Tianheng, take care, don't regret your decision."
"Gulp..." It wasn't until Ling Qianyao had walked far away that he came back to his senses. Looking at the direction the Royal Fighting Team had left, a trace of regret inexplicably arose in his heart.
Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
After Dugu Bo finished talking to Ling Qianyao about Tang Hao, he left.
A blue light flashed in Ling Qianyao's arms, and Ah Yin's figure appeared beside him. Her eyes were extremely complex. She could now use the Blue Silver Domain and receive the memories of the Blue Silver Grass.
She now knew everything that had happened. When Dugu Bo mentioned that Tang Hao had personally admitted to raising that 100,000-year-old Soul Beast, the last trace of affection she had for Tang Hao disappeared.
And Tang San's many abnormal self-created Soul Skills and his extremely double-standard, sneak-attacking actions made her heartbroken.
"He is not my son. The Blue Silver race is inherently kind. How could such a soul be born?"
She pursed her lips and said to Ling Qianyao, "Qianyao, take me somewhere."
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