Chapter 65: A Shocking Move, Tang San Flies Away, Nitrogen Acceleration!

Ye Lin trained the Shrek Academy students excluding Tang San, while Tang San practiced silently on his own.

In the evening, they followed along to the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena to engage in Soul Fighting.

It looked no different whether Master was there or not; everything was as normal as could be.

"Three-Kneels,"

On the way to Soto City, Ma Hongjun suddenly asked Tang San,

"Tell me, where did your foster father go?"

"I haven't seen him all day today."

The people of Shrek Academy did not know where Yu Xiaogang had gone; at this moment, he was riding a carriage, heading rapidly toward a certain place, and the round trip alone would take several days.

Hearing himself called Three-Kneels again, Tang San's face looked somewhat ugly, but he did not lash out, mainly because he could not beat him.

"I don't know either. Foster father said he was leaving for a few days and would be back soon. He said that by the time he returns, I will be Thirty Level."

"Oh?" Several people were somewhat puzzled.

"So precise? You're waiting for him to return to reach Thirty Level?"

"Congratulations, Three-Kneels," Ma Hongjun said with a chuckle,

"Since you are already over Twenty-Nine Level, it must be easy for you to defeat me. After the Soul Fighting ends and we go back, I'll come find you for a spar."

Tang San had just wanted to refuse when he was blocked by Ma Hongjun again.

"You are not allowed to refuse. Your soul power has increased; this is a good opportunity to test it."

"You wouldn't tell me you're still Twenty-Seven Level, would you?"

He hurriedly waved his hands, following Yu Xiaogang's instructions,

"I'll be Thirty Level soon, so let's spar tonight."

Only then did Ma Hongjun reveal a satisfied smile.

He had failed to beat up Tang San last time, so this time he had to beat up Tang San to vent his frustration no matter what; this daily high-intensity training was truly unbearable,

even his Evil Fire had been trained away.

"The betting is open, the betting is open!"

"Place your bets, place your bets!"

The nine of them had just arrived at the entrance of the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena when they heard a loud cry.

"Boss, what are you betting on?"

Flender's profiteer genes made him ask out of curiosity.

The bookmaker was a person in a black robe whose appearance could not be discerned, though judging by the voice, it was a middle-aged man.

"Of course, we're betting on whether the Jetsam Warrior Qianshou Yincao will be beaten into leaking unidentified objects tonight."

"Qianshou Yincao being beaten into leaking them pays one to zero point five; Qianshou Yincao not being beaten into leaking them pays one to two."

He explained in a low voice.

"Eh? Could it be that this one is the Jetsam Warrior Qianshou Yincao!"

"Long admired, long admired!"

Under the cloth mask, Tang San's face turned green instantly.

Who exactly spread the infamous name of this Jetsam Warrior?

"Let's go, let's go."

Flender took a look; this kind of gambling was not a sure profit and could potentially lead to a loss.

Not doing it.

Who knew if Tang San would "jet" tonight?

Perhaps even Tang San himself didn't know.

Tang San gave a meaningful look and then followed the group's pace to leave quickly.

And just after everyone finished registering, Tang San dropped a sentence about going to the restroom and left the team first.

He arrived at the restroom, quickly changed his outfit, took off his mask, and walked toward the stall that was taking bets just now.

He slapped all ten Gold Soul Coins in his hand onto the table.

"I bet that Qianshou Yincao will not be beaten into leaking unidentified objects tonight!"

"Good."

The black-robed person agreed, quickly put away the ten Gold Soul Coins, and then swiftly took out a black wooden slip from under his sleeve, which had an inscription on it.

"Ten Gold Soul Coins, Negative."

The black-robed person spoke again, "Wait for the result of Qianshou Yincao's battle; if you win the bet, you can come find me to redeem it."

Tang San carefully tucked the wooden slip into his Small Storage Spirit Tool and then quickly returned to the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena.

He would definitely win today.

Could it be that he wouldn't know if he was going to "jet" or not?

How could that possibly happen?

There is a first and a second, there will absolutely not be a third time!

After changing back into his original outfit, Tang San soon went up to the stage for Soul Fighting.

The passion inside the Soul Fighting Arena instantly soared!

The whole arena was shouting the great name of the Jetsam Warrior.

……

【Tang San was struck in the abdomen by a Long Blade, and his whole body was sent flying.】

"Flight changed to jet!"

【Tang San was struck in the abdomen by the Long Blade, and his entire body was sent flying out.】

On the Douhun Tai, the opponent Spirit Master's martial soul, the Long Blade, slapped against Tang San's abdomen with a smack.

He instantly felt a gurgling sound erupting from within his stomach.

Tang San's eyes widened; no way!

The next instant,

A powerful yellow stream of air gushed out from behind him,

And his body surged forward, leaving the ground at an extremely high Speed.

"Holy crap!"

"As expected of the Jetsam Warrior!"

"To think he could use a jet of air to fly!"

"Jetsam Warrior is awesome!"

……

The people in the spectator stands shouted aloud; they had never seen such a scene before.

This was the first time a Spirit Master without flight abilities had flown using their own power!

Four words popped into Ye Lin's mind:

Nitrogen acceleration.

Tang San is so amazing!

This is absolutely unrivaled!

However, it seems Tang San's control isn't very good;

He flew a bit too far.

He didn't finish using the nitrogen until he fell off the Douhun Tai, landing heavily on the ground, completely dazed and disoriented.

【Ding, plot modification complete. Tang San flew away and lost the match. Reward: 500 points.】

Ye Lin was somewhat surprised. Usually, it only gives ten points; why did it give five hundred this time?

Could it be that she had accidentally changed something she didn't know about?

But the increase in rewards made her very happy; she would never complain about having too many points.

The host returned to the stage, finding a clean spot that hadn't been stained yellow.

"Today, Qianshou Yincao had a small mishap in his performance, but he achieved the feat of allowing a non-flying Spirit Master to fly, which is equally shocking."

"I hope that next time, contestant Qianshou Yincao can bring us even greater surprises."

"Let us congratulate contestant Yang Dao on winning this Soul Fighting match!"

……

Tang San shook his head to clear his mind.

How did he fly off the Douhun Tai?

He clearly felt he was about to win just a moment ago, and his Blue Silver Vine was about to Entanglement the opponent; how did he suddenly fly out?

And he had even been sent flying!

Tang San struggled to his feet and walked toward the waiting area. Flender saw the filthy state Tang San was in and quickly took the others to a different spot,

Pretending not to know him, not knowing who Tang San was at all.

Tang San couldn't find anyone else for the moment, and Yu Xiaogang wasn't waiting for him this time either.

He could only silently go to the restroom by himself to clean the filth off his body.

Fortunately, he hadn't been stabbed this time, and the wound on his chrysanthemum had not worsened.

Although it was still painful to use the restroom, it was already much, much better than before.

It should be completely healed in a few days.