Chapitre 18: Tang san's Fight
There was only one dormitory building, easily found, where academy students and teachers all lived. Just like what old Jack said, those who could become spirit masters were very few, and it was especially so in a remote city like Nuoding. The amount of students and teachers were certainly not many, and a single dormitory building could already bear the burden.
The student dormitory altogether only had seven rooms. Because the elementary spirit master academy students were all comparatively young, in order to better supervise them together every year's students lived together in a big dormitory room. Each year's Nuoding primary spirit master academy students were only approximately forty people.
The dormitory building's lower three floors held seven big student dorm rooms, and every dorm room had a teacher in charge.
Room seven among these seven student dorm rooms was a comparatively unusual place. The circumstances were also the most different: it was a place especially for working students. After all, the academy was not a charity and even though the tuition for working students was lowered, the treatment could not be as good as that of ordinary students.
Room seven was also the only mixed age dormitory, so no matter what grade, all working students lived here.
Just when Tang San and Feng Xuan reached the door of room seven he could hear loud noises from inside. The door was open, so he walked up and looked inside.
This was an expansive room, in excess of three hundred square metres. Inside altogether fifty beds were lined up, but only the beds: only eleven had bedding. Right now, inside there were seven or eight to twelve year old students making a ruckus?
Feng Xuan stopped for moment he doesn't want to quarrel with children.
Tang San knocked on the door, and the children arguing inside immediately turned their gazes in that direction. Among them an older comparatively large kid looked at Tang San in clothing covered with patches, then walked towards him.
This kid compared to Tang San was nearly two heads taller, and this kid's body could be regarded as comparatively tall and sturdy for his age. Walking up in front of Tang San, he somewhat towered above him and said:
"A newly arrived working student?"
On Tang San's face was a slight good intentioned smile,
"Hello, I am a working student from Holy Spirit village."
"I am called Wang Sheng, my spirit is a future war tiger battle spirit. Also the head of this place. Boy, what's your name? What's your spirit?"
"I'm Tang San, spirit is blue silver grass."
"Blue silver grass spirit? Since when could a blue silver grass spirit cultivate?"
Wang Sheng appeared absolutely startled, the kids in the dormitory all broke out in raucous laughter, looking at Tang San as if he was an idiot.
Feng Xuan who was listening shake his head, then enter dormitory.
Wang Sheng who was laughing at Tang san shocked by sudden arrival of newcomer but then sees his clothing similar to Tang san asked.
"I am called Wang Sheng, my spirit is a future war tiger battle spirit. Also the head of this place. Boy, what's your name? What's your spirit?"
"Golden bow which is called vijaya." Said Feng Xuan.
Wang Sheng did not comprehend Feng Xuan's words,
"I'm the boss here, hereafter you listen to me, got it?"
Wang Sheng raised his hands to push at Tang San's shoulders, pushing him back several steps.
Tang San smiled, lightly shaking his head, placing the school uniform in his hands on a bed to the side, while Wang Sheng was somewhat bewildered at why ever for. Suddenly, Tang San vanished from in front of him.
Feng Xuan goes to side-line to watch the show.
The other students clearly saw Tang San take an extremely fast step, and unexpectedly already arrived at Wang Sheng's back. Without turning his head, his right arm curved up, a single elbow strike at Wang Sheng's waist, meanwhile, his right foot also happened to be by Wang Sheng's right foot.
Wang Sheng could not even react. He had already completely tumbled out, bouncing through the open dormitory door. Fortunately the strength of his footwork was not bad, and unexpectedly he had not fallen down, otherwise he would have fallen flat on his face.
"Stinking brat, you dare strike me?"
Wang Sheng, indignant, pounced at Tang San in a wink like a fierce tiger.
Tang San had hoped that on coming to live at the academy he would not encounter too many troubles, or at least live normally without disturbances. However, he certainly thought he should give this 'boss' before him a little lesson. What is called 'killing the chicken to warn the monkey'.
Looking on passively as Wang Sheng pounced, aiming one punch at the pit of his stomach, Tang San did not retreat and conversely advanced, taking a step to meet Wang Sheng. His step was just enough to put him in front of Wang Sheng, at the same time stretching out his left hand, the right hand following along. Completing a simple yet effective motion.
Wang Sheng only felt as if his waving right fist was pulled by an exceptional force, and the circumstances unexpectedly changed. Meanwhile a great force came from Tang San's right hand, the foot below again just enough to trip him, a body immediately flying out a second time. This time the balance could not be grasped so well. Tang San's both hands simple motions already made use of Tang sect secret lore Controlling Crane Catching Dragon skill, taking advantage of Wang Sheng's own physical strength, in addition to his own physical strength. Wang Sheng immediately fell to the ground with a thump.
If the first time could be called fortunate, then the second time Wang Sheng fell out was clearly not that easy. The expression in the eyes of the other children looking at Tang San suddenly changed a bit.
A sound that distinctly should not appear in a child's mouth rose from Wang Sheng's throat as a muffled roar, and it could faintly be seen that his body a emitted a layer of pale yellow light. The body on the ground pounced and shot up in a flash; whether speed or strength, they clearly could not be compared to before.
Spirit. He employed the spirit's strength. This thought flashed through Tang San's mind like a lightning bolt.
However, what spirit was that again?
Seeing that Wang Sheng grabbed at his shoulders with both hands, Tang San similarly raised both his hands, equally taking the shape of a claw and receiving Wang Sheng's hands. Both feet with toes simultaneously facing in, knees slightly bent, taking a clamping goat standard horse stance.
Four hands connected. If a moment ago could be called using skill, then that completely transformed into a contest of physical strength in front of their eyes. Two pairs of hands not alike in size already grabbed together.
Wang Sheng was clearly already infuriated by Tang San, his face revealing a trace of savagery. Right now he employed his spirit war tiger's strength, and although he knew he could not really injure Tang San, he at least wanted to rely on his physical strength to push this little devil to the ground for making him lose face.
Tiger claw emitting force, Wang Sheng believed he was completely justified. Relying on the power from his previous five years as a student, overwhelming this brat before him should be an easy matter.
But, was it truly like that?
Though Tang San was thin and small, he could continuously swing the forging hammer every day nearly a thousand times. How could his physical strength be ordinary?
At the same time as Wang Sheng was emitting force, he could distinctly feel that both those hands, clearly smaller than his, were unexpectedly as solid as steel. Almost in a split second, physical strength obtained an overwhelming victory. Both Tang San's thumbs simultaneously used their strength. Wang Sheng only felt a peal of numbness between the thumb and index finger as his spirit strength was completely neutralized by the other side. Immediately afterward Tang San pulled his hands in a backward leap.
Wang Sheng pounced from overhead to begin with. Tang San's leap backwards immediately caused him to lose his balance. He watched helplessly as Tang San's knee emerged in front of his face, in his heart immediately loudly crying in alarm.
Tang San's knee was approaching his nose. Wang Sheng knew, even if discounting Tang San's physical strength, just his own body weight smashing down like this probably couldn't protect his nasal bone. In this split second, in his heart he couldn't help but feel somewhat regretful.
But when he was about to maul his opponent, Tang San's both hands abruptly slackened, and the physical strength with which he held Wang Sheng naturally disappeared. Furthermore, the bent right knee completely opened up, turning into a kick with the right foot's instep at the pit of Wang Sheng's stomach.
This snap kick, though the motion is not long, the instantaneous burst of power is certainly not weak; even if Tang San put more strength into the kick, this would still be the case.
The dormitory students could only stare as Wang Sheng's body uncontrollably performed an extremely difficult backflip in the air, and with a peng sound, landed on the ground with his whole body already prostrate on his stomach.
Although Tang sect was famous for its hidden weapons, in truth, Tang sect's grappling was also extremely fierce; only, it was concealed by the excessively dazzling halo of the hidden weapons, that's all. Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon was not only a carrying strength method, but at the same time a kind of extraordinarily potent grappling technique. Among them were some extremely diabolical muscle splitting, bone displacing techniques. Of course, Tang San could not use those under these kinds of circumstances.
This time, Wang Sheng did not fall so lightly, and he struggled for a long time to clamber off the ground. Looking at Tang San the expression in his eyes already became fearful and angry simultaneously. No matter what he said, he was only a twelve year old boy; when facing a person even more powerful than him, fear still was much stronger than impulse.
Tang San picked up his school uniform,
"Now can you step aside?"
Staring at Tang San walking towards him, Wang Sheng subconsciously got out of his way. Tang San found a bed not far from the doorway and put his school uniform on it.
"Little-, oh, no, Tang San, was what you used just now a spirit ability?"
Wang Sheng asked a probing question.
"Spirit ability?"
This was not the first time Tang San had heard this term,
"What is a spirit ability?"
Wang Sheng scratched his head, saying:
"Precisely relying on a technique used with the spirit. Only, is your spirit really blue silver grass?"
Raising his right hand, cold blue light gushing out from the palm, Tang San showed the dormitory students he certainly didn't lie.
Hearing the two words spirit ability, the other students although awed by Tang San's ferocity, still began to gather around,
"Was that really a spirit ability? So ferocious, even Wang Sheng dage was no match."
Tang San shook his head,
"That was no spirit ability, only a kind of fighting technique, that's all. Don't we have bedding here?"
A student at worst a few years older than Tang San had a gloomy expression in his eyes,
"We're just working students, originally exempt from tuition fee, where would bedding come from ah! We all brought these from home. Otherwise, you could use mine for now, right."
Tang San shook his hand and said:
"No need, thanks. I can do on my own."
Wang Sheng walked up in front of Tang San,
"Why did you show mercy just now?
He had studied at Nuoding primary spirit master academy for five years. If Tang San stopped his knee and changed to a kick to avoid serious injury then he could not understand why.
Tang San indifferently said:
"We are fellow students, not personal enemies."
A complex light flashed through Wang Sheng's eyes,
"I'm sorry for just now. Every working student arriving here must face this. Us working students are looked down on by the other students to begin with, so we have to unite. We only hope you, this newcomer can join with us… "
Tang San smiled, and said:
"Therefore, you wanted to give me a show of strength?"
Wang Sheng's face blushed, showing a rather simple and honest smiling expression,
"It was you who gave us a show of strength in return. However, you truly are ferocious. You should only just be six years old, right."
Tang San nodded.
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