The Seven Treasures are famed—First: Strength. Second: Speed.
As two rays of light entered their bodies, Tang San and Xiao Wu immediately felt a surge of warmth rushing through their limbs and bones. A powerful energy coursed through them, filling every vein with vitality. Their soul power boiled like a raging river.
Tang San felt light as air, as if his body had lost its weight entirely. He couldn't help but silently marvel—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda truly deserved its title as the number one Support-type Martial Spirit!
At that moment, both his and Xiao Wu's strength and speed increased by thirty percent, instantly enhancing their combat potential.
Just then, Oscar raised his Frost Moon Sword, slashing through the air as three arcs of icy sword energy shot toward them.
"Not good!" Tang San exclaimed. The instant Oscar moved, Tang San already understood his intent.
His teacher, the Grandmaster, had once warned him:
"If you ever face a team with a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master, your first move must be to eliminate that support soul master."
And Oscar's target was clear—though he struck at all three of them, the true threat was Ning Rongrong.
Tang San and Xiao Wu might dodge using their speed—but what about the Support-type Ning Rongrong?
However, Tang San reacted quickly. He leapt into the air as his body flared with blue light, his Blue Silver Grass shooting out like twin whips—one wrapping around Xiao Wu, the other around Ning Rongrong. He yanked hard, pulling both of them to safety just as the icy sword energy slashed past.
"Xiao Wu, go!" he shouted.
Xiao Wu didn't even need to look—she knew exactly where Tang San's hands would be. After six years of training together, their coordination was flawless.
She tapped her toes lightly against Tang San's palms, borrowing his strength to propel herself forward like an arrow shot from a bow, hurtling straight toward Oscar.
Tang San's plan was simple—attack is the best defense. If they allowed Oscar to fully unleash his strength, they wouldn't stand a chance. Their only hope was to strike first and create an opening.
But Tang San had underestimated one thing—Oscar wasn't Zhao Wuji. Though Oscar wanted to test their strength, he never intended to hold back.
As Xiao Wu charged in, her body shimmered with pink light. Her beautiful eyes turned rose-colored as she activated her second soul skill—Charm.
This was a control-type skill—if the opponent's spiritual power was weaker than hers, they would be forcibly stunned. Even if not, the allure of her beauty alone could daze them momentarily.
But to Oscar… Xiao Wu was little more than a cute, sentient ten-thousand-year soul beast, a rabbit in human form.
Her charm might have worked on others—but not on him.
Oscar's spiritual power far surpassed hers. When their eyes met, his mental energy surged forth, shattering Xiao Wu's charm like glass.
In an instant, Xiao Wu's body trembled mid-air, blood trickled from her nose and lips, and she crashed heavily to the ground—her own soul skill had backfired!
The battle had barely begun, and Xiao Wu was already out of the fight.
Oscar shook his head slightly, sighing.
"In the original story, Tang San's group managed to earn Zhao Wuji's recognition—they should have more tactical sense than this. Why would Xiao Wu use Charm so recklessly?"
Then realization dawned on him—she simply didn't know.
"She doesn't understand how vastly superior my spiritual power is. Below Rank 50, most soul masters have barely any grasp over spiritual force…"
He understood now—it wasn't Xiao Wu's stupidity, just bad luck.
When Tang San saw Xiao Wu injured and fall unconscious, his pupils turned scarlet in rage.
"XIAO WU!"
In that instant, his soul power exploded, and countless vines of Blue Silver Grass lashed wildly toward Oscar like a storm.
Oscar's brows furrowed slightly.
"Ah… that scene—'Xiao Wu is hurt, Tang San goes berserk.' So it's happening for real now."
But Tang San's current strength was still far too weak.
Oscar had come here personally, not just to test their abilities—but also to experience firsthand the legendary techniques of the Tang Sect.
He formed a sword seal with one hand, summoning five floating Frost Swords before him, spinning rapidly into a sword formation.
The razor-sharp blades sliced through every vine of Blue Silver Grass effortlessly—none could get close.
At the same time, Oscar flicked his wrist, and his Frost Moon Sword shot toward Ning Rongrong.
She had been providing continuous buffs to Tang San. Naturally, the support had to be eliminated first.
Ning Rongrong, as a Support-type Soul Master, wasn't fast. Tang San, enraged by Xiao Wu's fall, failed to protect her in time. In seconds, the icy sword's edge was already resting coldly against Ning Rongrong's neck.
"You're eliminated," Oscar said calmly, then turned back to Tang San.
Ning Rongrong pouted in frustration, withdrawing her buffs. She glanced at Tang San's furious expression and muttered under her breath,
"Your plan? Your tactics? Weren't you supposed to protect me?"
But Tang San didn't hear her. The moment the sword came for him, he instinctively dodged—barely escaping the first strike.
However, the Frost Moon Sword was relentless. Its second slash came faster, sharper. At the same time, the five floating Frost Swords all homed in on Tang San.
Oscar hadn't even used a single soul skill—yet he had already defeated two of them.
Tang San's anger was genuine—but his supposed "loss of control" was partially an act.
He wanted to get close—to use his second soul skill: Parasite. But Oscar's precise sword control gave him no opening.
Each Frost Sword's aura was lethal. Tang San knew better than to block them directly.
He finally understood—this senior Oscar's strength was utterly overwhelming. Just using his martial spirit alone, without activating any skills, he had completely suppressed Tang San.
But Tang San wasn't just a Soul Master—he was also a Tang Sect disciple.
Since his subtle tricks failed, it was time to go all out. Xiao Wu's injury had filled his heart with guilt and fury. As her brother, if he couldn't avenge her—what kind of brother was he?
As six flying swords closed in, Tang San's feet shifted, stepping into a strange, unpredictable pattern—and somehow, he slipped cleanly through their encirclement!
Oscar's smile deepened.
"That footwork… the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, eh? Exquisite movement, but still useless against me."
Tang San dashed straight toward Oscar. Without Ning Rongrong's buffs, his speed had dropped—but his movements were still ghostly and elusive.
His arms trembled slightly, channeling energy through his meridians. His hands turned jade-white, fingers glowing faintly with internal energy.
He lowered his head, hiding the purple gleam in his eyes. When he suddenly raised it again, that violet light erupted—the Purple Demon Eye!
Oscar observed calmly, thinking:
"So this is the Tang Sect's techniques—the Jade Hand, the Purple Demon Eye…
Interesting. When martial arts from another world merge with soul power, they evolve perfectly—just as I theorized."
Then Tang San's hands flashed—ten streaks of cold light shot forth, each one aimed at a vital point: both eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, lower abdomen… every strike lethal, precise, and without hesitation.
"Shhhh! Shhhh! Shhhh! Shhhh!"
The shrill sound of projectiles cutting through the air filled the arena.
Even Dai Mubai, watching from the sidelines, was stunned.
What the—Is he a hedgehog?! How many hidden weapons did he just throw at once?!