chsdbacks Chapter 12 Tang 3 Shows Off Hidden Weapons, Tang Hao: Who exactly are you?
Chapter 12 Tang 3 Shows Off Hidden Weapons, Tang Hao: Who exactly are you?
In the afternoon, the most important practical training course at the Heaven Dou Royal Junior Soul Master Academy is held.
Sunlight filters through the tall sycamore trees beside the training field, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Practical training courses are the most popular courses among students in all junior Soul Master academies.
No matter how rich your theoretical knowledge is, it must ultimately be tested through real-world practice.
Tang Ren stood on the spacious training ground, feeling the clamor of voices and the fervent fighting spirit around him, yet his expression remained calm.
"Since Tang Ren is a support-type weapon spirit master, today's practical training will be paired with a battle spirit master for a two-on-two spirit battle," the teacher in charge of the practical training announced the rules loudly.
"Li Ang, you'll be Tang Ren's partner!"
Upon hearing this, Li Ang, the boy with the spiky hair, let out an excited roar, leaped out of the crowd, and landed heavily beside Tang Ren, his face filled with undisguised excitement and fighting spirit.
"Tang Ren! I've been wanting to see just how powerful your level 15 support character really is! Let's have a big battle today!"
Opposite them, two students also stepped out. One was thin and carried a short staff, clearly also a support-type student.
The other one is burly and has a common stone-armored boar as his martial soul; he is also a level nine battle spirit warrior.
As soon as the teacher shouted "Start!", the battle erupted instantly!
"Long-clawed bear, possess me!"
Li Ang roared, his body expanding at a visible speed, brown fur covering his entire body, and his hands transforming into a pair of sharp bear claws gleaming with cold light.
He charged straight at the enemy's Stone Armored Boar Soul Master like a beast unleashed from its cage.
Almost at the same time, Tang Ren made a move.
Without the slightest hesitation, his first spirit ring—that dazzling thousand-year-old purple spirit ring—suddenly lit up!
"First Soul Skill, Flowing Light Cycle!"
With his cool, low shout, a dazzling halo, visible to the naked eye and interwoven with golden and emerald green light spots, instantly spread out from him!
The halo swept precisely across his partner Li Ang's body, but did not touch his opponent.
"My God, that's... a thousand-year soul ring?"
"My father said that only a Soul Master can absorb a thousand-year-old Soul Ring, how could he?"
"Is he a monster?"
A cacophony of gasps and exclamations erupted from below the arena.
......
In an instant, Li Ang felt a warm and powerful life force surge into his limbs and bones, and his whole body seemed to be filled with inexhaustible strength, which made him run faster!
More importantly, he felt as if his body was enveloped by an invisible, resilient shield, bringing him an unprecedented sense of security.
"roar!"
With the boost he received, Li Ang's momentum became even stronger!
He completely abandoned his defense and poured all his soul power into his bear claws, colliding fiercely with the stone-armored boar soul master in an unstoppable and ferocious manner!
"Bang!"
A dull thud resounded. The Stone Armored Boar Soul Master, known for its defense, was actually forced back half a step by Li Ang's reckless and aggressive attack!
Li Ang also suffered a shallow wound from the opponent's fangs.
However, a bizarre scene unfolded!
As soon as the wound appeared, a wisp of emerald green light wrapped around it as if it were alive, and the wound healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming completely intact in an instant!
"What?!"
Not only the opponents, but also the students and teachers watching from the sidelines gasped in disbelief!
What terrifying healing power!
This is not just a simple cure, but an almost instantaneous recovery!
With Tang Ren's almost limitless healing support, Li Ang completely transformed into a tireless and fearless berserker!
His attacks became increasingly ferocious, a style of fighting that traded injury for injury, with each claw carrying immense power, forcing his opponent to retreat step by step.
Finally, with a roar of unwilling anger, the Stone Armored Boar Soul Master was swatted out of the arena by Li Ang's claw, losing his ability to fight.
victory!
The entire training ground fell into a brief silence, followed by thunderous applause and gasps of amazement!
All eyes were focused on the black-haired boy who had been standing quietly in place the whole time.
The value of a level 15 support-type Soul Master with a thousand-year Soul Ring was fully demonstrated at this moment!
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Meanwhile, in the Soul Hunter Forest, four hundred kilometers northeast of Nottingham City.
Deep in the dark, damp forest, the air was filled with the stench of rotting leaves and blood.
"teacher!"
Tang San let out a shrill roar, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at Yu Xiaogang, who lay on the ground, his lips already purple, his body convulsing.
Just now, a century-old datura snake lurking in the grass launched a deadly sneak attack.
In order to protect him, Yu Xiaogang was bitten hard on the calf by the fangs of the venomous snake!
The pink venomous snake was coiled up to one side, its scarlet forked tongue flicking, and its cold, vertical pupils filled with murderous intent, clearly regarding them as prey.
Desperate situation!
This is a true desperate situation!
No matter how rich Yu Xiaogang's theoretical knowledge was, at this moment he was just an ordinary person suffering from severe poisoning and with low soul power.
Although Tang San's mental strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, his strength still seemed insignificant when facing a ferocious hundred-year-old soul beast.
"Mistress... hurry... run..." Yu Xiaogang said with his last ounce of strength, "Don't worry about me... you... you still have a future..."
"No!" A near-mad determination flashed in Tang San's eyes. "I will never abandon my teacher!"
At this moment, he could no longer hide anything!
"Ghostly Appearances!"
His figure instantly became elusive, and with a strange movement that was completely contrary to the common sense of a Soul Master's combat, he moved swiftly and nimbly through the forest, barely dodging another attack from the Mandragora Serpent!
"Purple Demon Eye!"
A faint purple light flashed in his eyes, and the lightning-fast movements of the Mandala Serpent instantly became slow and clear in his eyes!
"Silent hidden dart!"
Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his wrist, and several iron arrows hidden in his sleeve transformed into streaks of cold light, shooting precisely at the Mandala Serpent's vital spot and eyes at incredibly tricky angles!
All of this happened in the blink of an eye!
In a secluded corner, less than a hundred meters from the battlefield and hidden by dense canopies and vines, a tall figure cloaked in black, shrouded in shadow, was quietly watching everything.
His brows were furrowed into a deep frown.
Those deep eyes, hidden in the shadow of the hood, were filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of... increasingly intense coldness.
What kind of movement technique is this?
What kind of eye technique is that?
There's also the technique of throwing hidden weapons...
He had never seen these things before, and they could not possibly be the inheritance of the Haotian Sect or the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.
How could a child who grew up in Holy Soul Village, a child who didn't even know what the Spirit Hall's standard longsword was, possibly master such bizarre and exquisite combat skills?
He initially had only doubts, feeling that this "son's" personality and mindset were a bit too mature.
But now, when these fighting styles, which are completely out of this world, are so clearly displayed before his eyes, that doubt has finally turned into an almost certain certainty!
The fist beneath the cloak clenched slowly, the knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
An invisible, chilling killing intent began to permeate his surroundings.
This soul that has taken over my son's body...
Who is it?
My real son, Tang San...
To live or to die?