Chapter 110: Nan Feihuang VS Tang San

At this moment, Xiao Wu was completely unaware of the crisis of having caught the attention of a Title Douluo, and was still sulking.

She had just been having a great time fighting when she was suddenly stopped; as the former big sister of the Elementary Academy, when had she ever suffered such a grievance?

"Who exactly are you, anyway? Do we need you to stick your neck out for us? It seems I have to let you see the true power of Big Sister Xiao Wu today." Beneath Xiao Wu's feet, two yellow Spirit Rings rose. "Second Soul Skill, Charm!"

Although Xiao Wu was arrogant, her combat experience as a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Beast was no lie.

She knew she could not keep up with the movements Nan Feihuang had just displayed; he was likely even faster than the Agility Attack System Zhu Zhuqing. If she wanted to win, she could only charm him first.

Xiao Wu met Nan Feihuang's eyes and gave him a coquettish wink, her pupils radiating a mysterious pink light.

Nan Feihuang met her gaze; a Charm soul skill was, plainly speaking, a contest of mental power, and he was not afraid of that. At a moment when no one noticed, a flash of cyan-blue light flickered in his eyes and vanished.

"Ah!" Xiao Wu suddenly clutched her head and cried out in pain; this was the consequence of a mental attack being backlashed.

Against an external spirit bone with mental attributes, a mere second soul skill could only end this way.

"Xiao Wu!" Seeing this, Tang San was both anxious and filled with anger. When he turned back to Nan Feihuang, his eyes were already blood-red, no longer possessing his earlier indifference. "You dare hurt my sister!"

"I didn't hurt her; she was backlashed by her own mental power. The greatest taboo in mental attacks is for the opponent's mental power to exceed one's own. Unfortunately, I am far stronger than this little rabbit," Nan Feihuang explained. Although he knew Tang San wouldn't listen, he still had to say it; he didn't want to take the blame.

"That is still your fault. It clearly had nothing to do with you, yet you insisted on coming out. If not for that, how would Xiao Wu have attacked you?" Whenever Xiao Wu was involved, Tang San easily lost his reason. Blue Silver Grass had already appeared in the center of his palm; it was clear that Nan Feihuang had violated his "Way of Seeking Death."

Seeing that reasoning was indeed futile, Nan Feihuang shrugged. "Fine then, if you want to attack, then attack."

"Mysterious Jade Hand!" Tang San did not say another word, acting decisively.

This was also a characteristic of the Tang Sect: once someone was determined to be an enemy, they had to be eliminated with thunderous means. One must never play the pig to eat the tiger, otherwise, one would inevitably become a pig one day.

But Nan Feihuang intended to refute this point today; under a disparity of absolute strength, no matter how one plays the pig to eat the tiger, one will never become a pig.

Nan Feihuang reached out toward the ground and sucked, and a broken table leg flew into his hand. "A bit short, but it'll do."

Nan Feihuang tracked Tang San's attack, holding the stick with one hand, and used a "Thrust" to strike the blood vessel on Tang San's wrist. The precision of the attack was staggering.

Tang San was horrified. This person had just used a casual thrust to instantly see through the weak point of his iron-hard Mysterious Jade Hand, breaking it with a single poke.

Just now, he had used a wooden stick to intercept the blood; if it had been some sharp weapon, his wrist would likely have been crippled.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!" Tang San's figure became elusive, disrupting Nan Feihuang.

Nan Feihuang simply closed his eyes, using stillness to meet all changes.

"Control Crane Capture Dragon." Tang San reached out to grab the wooden stick in Nan Feihuang's hand, attempting to use soft force to snatch away his weapon.

Nan Feihuang shifted his grip, moving from the edge of the stick to the center, then spun and danced it—the "Dance of Flowers," one of the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks.

The key to Control Crane Capture Dragon is to borrow force to strike back, but now Tang San could not grasp Nan Feihuang's force at all, so this move naturally could not be used.

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

If he couldn't grab him, he would restrict him. The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Nan Feihuang at extreme speed. Nan Feihuang smiled slightly and exerted force from his body, instantly shattering the Blue Silver Grass into powder.

"Such strong physical power!" Zhu Zhuqing was shocked. Not long ago, she had just engaged in a spirit fight with Tang San at the Great Soul Arena.

At that time, she had also been bound by the Blue Silver Grass, but the result was not just failing to shatter it—she couldn't even break free to escape. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was exceptionally tough, yet the person before her had reduced it to powder just by exerting force from his body. She wondered if she was dreaming.

"Impossible!" Tang San could not believe the scene before him. His teacher had clearly told him that unless one had two more spirit rings than him, it was impossible to shatter his Blue Silver Grass in one blow. He was now close to a Soul Elder; could it be that this person, who was about his age, was already close to a Soul King?

"Second Soul Skill, Parasite!"

Panic was panic, but Tang San's combat instincts were truly excellent. His change of tactics was very fast, and he had even prepared for the Blue Silver Grass to be broken by Nan Feihuang, so when he attacked, he had left seeds on Nan Feihuang.

The Blue Silver Grass extended from Nan Feihuang's neck, binding him once again.

"It's useless no matter how many times you try," Nan Feihuang said. This time he did not use physical strength; instead, his body was covered in red light, burning the Blue Silver Grass to ashes with high temperature. After consuming the Ice and Fire Immortal Herb, his martial soul already possessed dual ice and fire attributes.

Even without summoning his martial soul, this attribute power could still be used.

Moreover, using fire to burn not only destroyed what was bound to his body, but also incinerated the seeds along with it.

Nan Feihuang beckoned to Tang San with his finger. "Your martial techniques are all quite interesting. Do you have anything else fun? Bring it out and let me see!"

"What a formidable person. He hasn't even used his martial soul yet, but he has completely broken my Mysterious Jade Hand, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Control Crane Capture Dragon, and Blue Silver Grass. Judging by how he backlashed Xiao Wu's Charm earlier, mental attacks shouldn't work on him either. Since that's the case, don't blame me!" Tang San's hand reached toward his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

Seeing this, everyone from Shrek subconsciously took a step back.

They knew Tang San was about to use his trump card, his Hidden Weapons. That fighting style had even beaten Zhao Wuji quite miserably.

The youth before them was dead for sure.

"You have already committed my Way of Seeking Death. Pay the price for hurting Xiao Wu. Purple Demon Eye." Tang San's eyes flashed with purple light, completely locking onto Nan Feihuang, then his wrists waved rapidly.

Swish, swish, swish, swish.

A sky full of flying needles surged toward Nan Feihuang.

Among them even included Dragon Whisker Needles.

Facing such a dense attack, Nan Feihuang knew using the wooden stick would no longer work. He immediately threw the stick away, reached out, and summoned his Halberd into his hand, executing the "Block," one of the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks.

The spinning Ice Fire Peerless Halberd was impenetrable, blocking all the flying needles. Moreover, Tang San would not be able to recover these Hidden Weapons this time, because they were either frozen by ice or melted by fire.

By the time Tang San had exhausted all the flying needles on his person, Nan Feihuang was still standing in place, completely unharmed.

"Single-Handed Eighteen Picks? Who exactly are you, and how do you know the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks?" Tang San stopped his attack and shouted sternly. At first, when Nan Feihuang used the wooden stick, he only felt the moves were somewhat familiar but didn't recognize them. But when Nan Feihuang switched to the halberd, he immediately recalled it. This martial art was the spear and halberd technique that famous generals of the imperial court through the ages had to practice—the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks.

But this was a martial art from the imperial court of his past life; how could someone in this world also know it?

"Oh, you actually recognized the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks?" Nan Feihuang was somewhat surprised. It seemed that in Tang San's original world, there also existed an Overlord like Xiang Yu, who had passed down the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks.

Although Tang San hadn't eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. The things the Tang Sect sold were Hidden Weapons, poisons, and even gunpowder—like the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus; it was called a Hidden Weapon, but it actually relied on gunpowder to exert its power. They also had frequent dealings with the imperial court.

In his past life, Tang San had seen imperial generals use this martial art.

(End of chapter)