Luckily, his Blue Silver Grass was laced with poison—it should at least slow down Teacher Li for a bit, right?
After blocking Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire, Li Chang'an smiled pleasantly at Tang San and said, "Little San, did you really think your poison could still affect my movements?"
As he spoke, he casually twirled his sword into a graceful flourish. The entire movement was smooth and fluid, not the slightest bit stiff or awkward.
With both ultimate Fire and ultimate Ice coursing through his body, he was nearly immune to most poisons.
'Now then, it's time for me to put on a show.'
Behind Li Chang'an, his first spirit ring—a deep, ink-black glow—lit up. It was his first soul ability: Heavenly Cleave.
Three sword beams shot out in a flash. Wherever they passed, even the hard granite floor was split into deep ravines. The sheer power was enough to terrify Ma Hongjun on the spot.
Tang San, however, reacted instantly. His feet moved in a mysterious and agile pattern—Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. With a sudden exertion, the Blue Silver Grass in his hands lashed out, yanking Ma Hongjun out of harm's way. Tang San himself also dodged the attack, then used the cover of his Blue Silver Grass to launch a counterattack toward Li Chang'an!
Tang San's footwork was at its peak, his eyes glimmering with a faint violet hue. His hands gleamed like polished jade...
Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Purple Demon Eye, Mysterious Jade Hand!
With these techniques, Tang San is formidable. This level of combat instinct was far beyond what ordinary people could manage.
Li Chang'an put away his Taibai Sword. No fancy footwork, no flashy aura—he simply stepped forward with his left foot, channeling his spirit power into his fist, and punched straight at Tang San!
Tang San's technique was equally exquisite. Li Chang'an guessed it must be Controlling Crane, Catching Dragon, a move that used minimal effort to redirect overwhelming force.
Fists met mid-air, and a faint smile curved Tang San's lips. Even Zhao Wuji had suffered from this move before. How could Li Chang'an possibly withstand it?
But the next moment, Tang San's expression changed—shock filled his eyes.
He felt… no strength at all in Li Chang'an's fist.
It was soft, even… gentle—like a woman's hand?
'What?! There's no strength? That punch should've been powerful!'
Just as Tang San was puzzling over it, Li Chang'an launched a sudden counterattack. The very fist Tang San had seized suddenly burst with force, blasting Tang San all the way to the edge of the arena!
That's right. Though Li Chang'an could fight Tang San head-on, he found it far more satisfying to beat him at his own specialty. It was a unique little joy of being a transmigrator.
From the moment Tang San attempted to close in for melee combat, Li Chang'an had already guessed he would use Controlling Crane Catching Dragon. So, he deliberately withdrew all force from his punch, leaving Tang San with nothing to borrow or redirect!
Then, at the moment of Tang San's surprise, Li Chang'an struck—creating the scene just now.
But right then, a more intense and blazing Phoenix Fire surged toward him. Its range had expanded, and its power had increased by at least thirty percent!
It was Ma Hongjun's second soul skill—Bathing Phoenix Fire!
As expected of the Shrek Seven Devils. They truly knew how to seize every opportunity.
Li Chang'an silently sighed. These people really were talented. They never gave up and always struck decisively. No wonder they were the Chosen Ones of this generation.
But so what?
He, Li Chang'an, could break it with a single sword!
After sending Tang San flying, he gently tapped the ground with the tip of his foot. Lightning began to crackle along his Taibai Sword, and a radiant full moon appeared overhead, casting a silvery glow over half the arena.
Second soul ability—Thunder Moon Slash!
The moonlight clashed head-on with Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire. The flames resisted for only a second before being completely swallowed up. In the next instant, Ma Hongjun—his hair standing on end from the electric shock—was blasted out of the ring!
"Little San, would you like to try all your tricks again?" Li Chang'an stood tall with his sword in hand, smiling at Tang San.
Today, he would make Tang San yield completely—show him that even with only two spirit rings and the power of a Spirit Grandmaster, he, Li Chang'an, could still suppress him!
Tang San understood exactly what Li Chang'an meant—he was giving him a chance to use his hidden weapons.
"Teacher Li, forgive me for what I'm about to do."
Tang San cupped his hands and nodded. He believed that with his hidden weapons, if Li Chang'an truly limited himself to two spirit rings and Spirit Grandmaster strength, he still had a shot.
He lightly tapped his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges, and a pouch dropped into his hand. His eyes once again took on a faint violet glow.
In the next moment, Tang San moved!
His hands blurred like shadows. Ting ting ting!—the sharp sound of metal rang out as countless hidden weapons flew from both hands.
In just three breaths, he had emptied an entire pouch of hidden weapons—all thrown at tricky, unpredictable angles.
Some sealed off Li Chang'an's escape routes.
Some targeted his vital points.
Some aimed directly for acupuncture points!
Li Chang'an grew serious. Even a lion must use its full strength to catch a rabbit—and Tang San was no mere rabbit.
He fully unleashed his spiritual power, instantly locking onto every single projectile Tang San had launched. Then, he began to move his Taibai Sword.
No one knew what his hands were made of, but he wielded his sword like a shield. His wrist flicked rapidly, his body fluidly shifting positions. Each hidden weapon was intercepted with pinpoint precision.
Even more terrifyingly, every time he deflected one, his sword was already in position to block the next—each move taking less than a fraction of a second.
As for those few that couldn't be blocked, Li Chang'an relied on his impressive flexibility to dodge them with ease.
It was as if he had predicted every single trajectory beforehand. Each hidden weapon was caught, blocked, or avoided as if choreographed in advance.
"Amazing…" Tang San couldn't help but admire Li Chang'an from the bottom of his heart. Then, he stepped forward with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and struck again!
He flicked his wrist—Swish swish swish!—the sharp hiss of air signaled his Sleeve Darts!
Not only that, from his other wrist came five more darts—completely silent this time. These were his Silent Sleeve Darts.
Li Chang'an's spiritual sense immediately locked onto them. He could tell these darts were launched with special techniques—catching all of them would be difficult.
Yet his reaction was astonishing.
With Taibai Sword in one hand and his other hand free, he leapt straight into the oncoming barrage.
A strange scene unfolded—Li Chang'an's sword sliced a sleeve dart cleanly down the middle from its center.
At the same time, his free hand reached out, caught a silent dart in midair, and flicked it back toward Tang San!
Tang San never expected Li Chang'an to use his own darts against him. After dodging one, he was shocked to see Li Chang'an had already caught three more and flung them back at him!
Swish swish swish!
With a sharp whoosh, the darts screamed toward Tang San's shoulder. Though he lacked Tang San's refined throwing technique, Li Chang'an's raw strength was in a completely different league.
Under the gaze of Purple Demon Eye, Tang San watched three deadly flashes of light barrel toward him. The speed and force were terrifying—he knew he could only dodge two at most.
So he made a decision—to take the least dangerous one head-on.
He moved like a ghost, jade light flickering over his right hand as his Blue Silver Grass surged. He narrowly avoided two of the darts—but the last one still flew straight toward his left shoulder!
'Crap... This one's going to put me out of commission for three days,' Tang San thought as he shut his eyes.
But the pain never came.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the dart frozen an inch from his shoulder—caught between two fingers. A pale green sword hovered at his neck.
Li Chang'an stood before him with a wicked smile. "Little San, you lost. Remember—not to rely too much on external tools. Learn to advance and retreat. And don't coat all your hidden weapons with poison. It's fine with me, but anyone else might have already killed you."
Li Chang'an had always known Tang San wasn't a kind soul. From the moment he fought Zhao Wuji and used poisoned hidden weapons, it was obvious.
If not for his Title Douluo father, someone like Zhao Wuji might have made Tang San's school life unbearable.
Li Chang'an wasn't a saint either—but he had a bottom line. After all, he was a man who grew up under the red flag.
Tang San wasn't physically injured in the end, but with Li Chang'an's sword at his throat, the oppressive aura made him feel like he'd tasted death itself.
That moment, he truly thought he was going to die.
Fortunately, Li Chang'an sheathed his sword after delivering his words. When the host announced the result, he casually took Xiao Wu's hand and left.
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[Ding! Congratulations on completing the 'Bully the Protagonist' mission. You have received the skill: Universal Spirit Compatibility!]
[Universal Spirit Compatibility: Allows the host's spirit to perfectly synchronize and perform a Spirit Fusion Technique with any other spirit, regardless of quality or level. Cooldown: 1 week]
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