Chapitre 49: Xiao Wu, So You Really Are A Rabbit (2)
If it was before obtaining the first spirit ring, perhaps Tang San still could not have been this arrogant, but since obtaining the first spirit ring, his agility, strength, reaction, all natural abilities had leapt up. Tang sect disciples' keenest abilities are senses and all kinds of reaction, agility was also an advantage; when comparing agility, who could he fear?
Ling Feng's figure transforming in mid-air, must be an abrupt nature. Seeing Tang San, only a first or second year student, in his heart he also was somewhat belittling, planning a subduing attack to immediately force Xiao Wu to fight.
But, just as both his palms were close to joining together, about to close on Tang San's neck, Tang San moved.
A phoenix nod, just enough to dodge away from Ling Feng's both hands. Following the upper body bending forward, Tang San's right leg as if snapping swung up fiercely behind him, in the whole process, he basically did not turn his head to look.
Quiet as a sleeping child, moving like a fleeing hare, Tang San by this bit deduced the perfect moment, and in a flash erupted in speed that among both sides watching the battle only a few could see clearly.
Tang San's heel closely connected with Ling Feng's chin, Ling Feng performed a third mid-air flip, and afterward still continuously kept spinning.
With a peng sound, he heavily tumbled several metres, stepping in Liu Long's footsteps, immediately fainting. His jaw was already dislocated by Tang San's kick. This was still under circumstances where Tang San did not use internal strength, otherwise this one kick could have at least shattered his chin.
A satisfactory reverse flying snap kick, a type of fundamental wushu leg technique, fitting Tang San's sharp feeling, in a moment rapidly dispatching the opponent effectively.
The higher grade students on boss Xiao's side practically simultaneously stared wide-eyed, they were fundamentally incapable of believing that what happened before their eyes was all fact.
Ling Feng who among their group, in actual strength was second only to boss Xiao, confronting that looking like only a first or second year student, could be knocked out by one kick, to the extent that even his most expert attack did not at all have time to reach.
Boss Xiao muttered:
"Fuck, must the Heavens change, how are the current plebs this ferocious?"
Since hearing the sound of Ling Feng hitting the ground, Tang San slowly withdrew the right leg raised high behind him, coolly saying:
"One down."
Boss Xiao was shocked, Xiao Wu on the working students' side was in her heart equally astounded. She had fought many times with Tang San, and right now again seeing him fight, she clearly realized Tang San had advanced not a little, and also, she also realized, Tang San entering a fighting state seemed to be different from him at peaceful times. At ordinary times Tang San looked like only a mild little child, but in a fight, his fighting became extremely swift and fierce.
Wang Sheng without paying attention to the pain all over his body, watching Ling Feng fly off from one kick by Tang San, raised a big laugh of schadenfreude,
"How's that, boss Xiao, convinced or not, our Tang San didn't even use spirit power. I see you still got to admit defeat. Leave out suffering the pain."
Boos Xiao walked out with a sombre face. After two consecutive defeats, he already reached a time with no choice but to enter the arena. He asked himself who on this side apart from him, also could compare to Ling Feng's power. If he could not immediately retrieve the low morale, there would be no need to fight the remaining duels. By using a swift and fierce method to alone defeat this kid before him, and again defeating Xiao Wu, he could save face.
Boss Xiao looked coldly at Tang San, by now the contemptuous and disdainful expression on his face had already disappeared, replaced by dignity.
"Xiao Chen-Yu, sixth year student, spirit, wolf. Eleventh ranked first ring battle spirit master."
Announcing his spirit and rank, was a kind of show of respect to the opponent.
While speaking, Xiao Chen-Yu's entire body emitted blackish green light, within the blackish green glimmer, his body's muscles began to swell, both eyes gradually becoming a pale green color, both arms slowly lifting, claws forward, talons becoming sharper. A white spirit ring rose up from underfoot, precisely the appearance of spirit body enhancement.
Xiao Chen-Yu as student boss, right now displayed his clever part. How many in Nuoding academy could not know what his spirit was, but the Tang San who confronted him was different, to his point of view, Tang San's spirit right now was still a mystery. First announcing his own spirit, was exactly for the purpose of letting him know what spirit this Tang San he was about to fight had. In this way, he would also be able to plan somewhat.
Tang San had heard Grandmaster speak of this announcing spirit custom, only when one would not spare the opponent a glance, not fearing that the other party would forever become a mortal enemy, when confronting the other side announcing the spirit, like all must announce their spirits, expressing mutual respect, learning skill by exchanging pointers.
"Tang San, first year working student, spirit, blue silver grass. Eleventh ranked first ring tool spirit master."
When Tang San announced his spirit was blue silver grass, behind Xiao Chen-Yu the higher grade students practically simultaneously roared with laughter, of the nervous expression on their faces there was immediately nothing left. Even to the extent of not hearing Tang San announcing his rank.
Blue silver grass was a useless spirit, this was long ago already completely universally acknowledged on the Continent. Even if Tang San's own strength was not weak, the disparity of spirits still caused them to fundamentally not need to worry highly as before that boss Xiao could lose.
"You just now said, how high was your rank?"
Xiao Chen-Yu could not be as negligent as those followers of his, because the clamour behind made him unable to quite hear Tang San announcing his rank.
"Eleventh rank, first ring tool spirit master."
While speaking, faint white light rose from Tang San's body, lifting his right hand, faint blue silver grass grew from the center of his palm. Following a wave of his right hand, blue silver grass blue silver grass drifted away underfoot. A bright yellow spirit ring rose up around Tang San from underfoot, floating regularly up and down around his body.
The appearance of the yellow spirit ring, as if it was a heavy slap at those higher grade students' mouths, immediately froze the laughter, some even gaping wide, looking Tang San like he was a freak.
"Hundred year spirit ring."
Gasped Xiao Chen-Yu.
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