If it were before he got his first soul ring, perhaps Tang San wouldn't be so arrogant. But since getting his first soul ring, his speed, strength, reaction, and all aspects of his abilities have made a qualitative leap. The most sensitive thing about the Tang Sect disciples is their sense and various reactions, and speed is also one of their advantages. Who would he fear in terms of speed?

  Ling Feng transformed in mid-air, aiming for a sudden movement. Seeing that Tang San was only a first or second year student, he couldn't help but look down on him, planning to win with one strike and force Xiao Wu to make her move.

  But just as his palms were about to converge and concentrate on Tang San's neck, Tang San moved.

  Phoenix nodded, just in time to dodge Ling Feng's hands, as he leaned forward with his upper body, Tang San's right leg was like a whip that suddenly swung back, throughout the whole process, he didn't even turn his head to look.

  Still as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, Tang San has performed this point to the perfect realm, and the speed of the instantaneous explosion is not clear to several people on both sides who are watching the game.

  Tang San's heel made intimate contact with Ling Feng's chin, and Ling Feng performed a third aerial somersault in mid-air, which was also a consecutive backflip.

  With a loud crash, he was heavily kicked out several meters away, following in Liu Long's footsteps, and directly fainted. His chin had already been kicked out of joint by Tang San. This was still under the circumstances where Tang San hadn't used his internal power, otherwise this one kick would have at least shattered his chin.

  As intended, the inverted single flying leg, a basic leg technique in martial arts, combined with Tang San's keen senses, achieved the effect of instantly killing his opponent.

  Xiao Lao's senior students almost simultaneously widened their eyes, they simply couldn't believe that what was happening in front of them was real.

  Ling Feng, second only to Xiao Lao Da in terms of strength among this group of people, was kicked unconscious by a first or second-year student who looked like he hadn't even reached his teens, and didn't even have time to launch his own strongest attack.

  Xiao Lao Da muttered: "Damn it, are we going to change the sky? How can these young kids be so fierce nowadays?"

  Until he heard the sound of Ling Feng hitting the ground, Tang San's right leg, which had been raised high in the back, slowly retracted, and he calmly said, "Next one."

  Xiao Lao Da was shocked, and the little dancer on the side of the working students was equally surprised. She had fought with Tang San more than once, and now that she saw him take action again, she clearly discovered that Tang San had made significant progress. Moreover, she also found that when Tang San entered a fighting state, he seemed different from his usual self. Usually, Tang San looked like just a gentle little kid, but as soon as he got into battle, his moves became extremely sharp and fierce.

  Wang San Gu couldn't help but laugh at the pain on his body, watching Ling Feng being kicked flying by Tang San. "How's that, Xiao Lao Da? Can you take it? We didn't even use soul power! I think you'd better admit defeat and spare yourselves some physical suffering."

  Xiao Lao Da walked out with a gloomy face, having lost two consecutive matches. He had reached the point where he couldn't avoid going on stage anymore. He asked himself if there was anyone else in his team who could be stronger than Ling Feng. If their low morale wasn't boosted in time, they might as well give up on the remaining duels. The only way to salvage their reputation was to defeat this kid with a crushing blow and then beat Xiao Wu.

  Xiao Wu's cold gaze fell on Tang San, and the disdain and indifference that had been on his face disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.

  Xiao Chenyu, 6th grade student, Wu Soul, Wolf. Level 11 One-Ring Battle Soul Master.

  Declaring one's martial soul and rank is a sign of respect for one's opponent.

  As he spoke, a layer of green light emerged from Xiao Chenyu's body. Amidst the flickering green light, his muscles began to bulge, and his eyes gradually turned pale green. His arms slowly rose, his claws extended forward, and his fingernails became sharp. A white soul ring rose from under his feet, exactly like the appearance of a martial soul attaching itself to his body.

  Xiao Wujiu, as the eldest student, showed his cleverness at this time. What his martial soul was, almost no one in Noding Academy knew, but when facing Tang San, it was different. To him, Tang San's martial soul was still a mystery until now. He first reported his own martial soul, just to know what Tang San's martial soul was before making a move. In this way, with "Zero Point Reading", he could make some preparations.

  This was the rule of reporting one's martial soul that Tang San had heard from his master. Unless one looked down on their opponent and wasn't afraid of making a lifelong enemy, when facing an opponent and reporting out one's martial soul, it generally meant mutual respect and a desire to engage in a contest of skills.

  "Tang San, first-year student of Shrek Academy, Soul Master, Blue Silver Grass. Eleventh-level one-ring tool soul master."

  When Tang San reported that his martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, the senior students behind Xiao Wu almost simultaneously burst into laughter, and the tension on their faces instantly disappeared. They didn't even hear what level Tang San had reported.

  Blue Silver Grass is a waste of Soul Master, this has long been recognized throughout the continent. Even if Tang San's own strength is not weak, the difference in Soul Master also makes them not need to worry about losing to Elder Xiao at all.

  "You just said, what level are you?" Xiao Chen Yu was not as careless as his subordinates, because the commotion behind him made him unclear about Tang San's reported level.

  "Eleventh rank, One-Ring Soul Master." As he spoke, a faint white light shone from Tang San's body. He raised his right hand, and a pale blue silver grass grew out of his palm. With a wave of his right hand, the silver grass scattered at his feet. A bright yellow soul ring rose from under Tang San's feet, swirling around his body in an up-and-down motion.

  The appearance of the yellow soul ring was like a loud slap in the faces of those senior students, their laughter immediately froze, and several of them were still gaping at Tang San as if they were looking at a monster.

  "Hundred Year Soul Ring." Xiao Chenyu took a deep breath of cool air.