Since physical damage isn't working, let's try magic damage! "First Soul Skill: Eagle Strike the Vast Sky!"
Flender unleashed his soul power, launching a fiercer attack, attempting to use his soul power to shake Tang Lan's body.
However, the soul power that entered Tang Lan's body immediately "lost contact."
—Undying Seal Method! Then, in the next strike, he felt a "familiar taste."
It was… his own soul power?! What in the world? Tang Lan's "borrowing force to strike back" could even "hijack" soul power?
Flender became more and more alarmed as he fought! The soul power within him kept dwindling.
For a moment, it seemed like he might be "worn down to death."
He was losing his confidence.
He, a dignified Level 78, Rank 7 Soul Sage, was being held back by a mere 40-level kid? He saw Dai Mubai and the other kids below looking at him with increasingly strange expressions.
Flender knew he couldn't wait any longer!
Otherwise, his dignity as the dean would likely be completely lost!
"Sixth Soul Skill: Golden Cat Owl!"
The vanished golden light armor reappeared.
Flender raised his hand and grabbed at the Thunder Flame Clear Sky Hammer, using his higher level to forcibly "stop" the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique.
Unexpectedly, the Thunder Flame Clear Sky Hammer erupted with a powerful offense, directly transforming into an aerial strike! "Boom—"
Flames and lightning raged on Flender's body, and the golden light armor even dimmed slightly from the impact.
Flender's palm trembled, but he managed to block the blow.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is the end!"
"Second Soul Skill: Cat Eye!"
He locked onto Tang Lan.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Eagle Claw Cut!"
Ten sharp blades of energy, arcing from both sides, attacked Tang Lan.
Tang Lan dodged away.
He repeated his previous move, circulating his Life Soul Blue Silver Emperor and using Lingbo Weibu to evade the attack.
However, this time the sharp blades of energy were like they had GPS, even turning to track him.
It was impossible.
Tang Lan could only cancel his Martial Soul Thunder Flame Clear Sky Hammer and reform it in his hand.
Then, he rapidly spun it, transforming into shields of light that protected him.
Clear Sky Body Protection!
He then controlled the nearby Life Soul Blue Silver Emperor, weaving it into a shield to protect his front.
The sharp blades of energy followed closely, cutting through the Life Soul Blue Silver Emperor.
They struck the shields of light.
"Clang—"
"Clang—"
"Clang—"
Amidst the unending sounds of collision,
Tang Lan's golden light intensified, and the Undying Seal Method was also operated at full power.
He had miraculously taken no damage from this fifth soul skill!
A seventh-ring Soul Saint's fifth soul skill!!!
Of course,
the price was that his internal energy had directly plummeted by 30%.
But it wasn't a big problem.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill was activated at full power, providing him with an endless supply of internal energy.
The Undying Seal Method had also absorbed a significant amount of soul power, which he could use for his next attack.
However… "Aiya—"
Tang Lan deliberately cried out in pain and flew backward.
The Life Soul Blue Silver Emperor along the way tried to "stop" him, but were all shattered upon impact.
"Bang—"
He crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The momentum was immense.
Xiao Wu's heart tightened! She rushed over, her face filled with worry.
Only Flender looked suspicious.
Then, he relaxed.
This little fellow is quite interesting.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Tang Lan knelt on one knee, holding the Thunder Flame Clear Sky Hammer, his clothes disheveled and hair messy, his face still showing a sickly pallor.
He looked like he had sustained internal injuries.
Paired with his handsome face, it made Zhu Zhuqing's cold heart beat a little faster.
Xiao Wu, however, felt heartbroken! "Don't worry, I'm fine," Tang Lan conveyed through their mental link. "If I didn't act like this, Dean Flender wouldn't be able to save face."
Xiao Wu was taken aback.
Her worried expression vanished, and she glanced strangely at the descending Flender.
She silently lowered her head, afraid her upturned lips would be seen.
Zhu Zhuqing and the others also gathered around at this moment.
"I have a big sausage!"
Oscar handed over a few recovery sausages, and Tang Lan, not finding them unappetizing, swallowed them.
—Selectively forgetting the chant, these recovery sausages tasted quite good.
They could restore a small amount of internal energy.
Tang Lan also released his control, his complexion returning to normal.
He said obsequiously to Flender, "Thank you for holding back, Dean. It was I who overestimated myself."
This flattery made the thick-skinned Flender feel a bit embarrassed.
With such a considerate student, he couldn't be oblivious either! He immediately praised, "I only had the advantage of level. If not for the defense of my sixth spirit ability, this match would have been hard to call."
"Below the same rank, Little Lan, you are invincible."
"Within ten levels, you will still win against non-super Martial Souls."
"Even if you're more than twenty levels higher, ordinary Soul Masters who can't break through your encirclement will still be worn down and die."
"Of course, this advantage will gradually shrink as your level increases and the age of your soul rings closes the gap."
"But before a seven-ring Soul Sage possesses their Martial Soul True Body, the difference won't be too significant."
This assessment… It couldn't be higher!
Tang Lan nodded in understanding.
Finally, he knew his upper limit.
"Wow! Brother, you're amazing!" Xiao Wu exclaimed in amazement.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Some gazes even drifted towards Tang San.
Though unspoken, those who understood, understood.
They were born to the same parents, so why such a disparity?
"Cough, cough!" Flender said loudly, "Are you guys done with your laps? Not eating dinner, are you?"
Everyone was startled! They scattered like a flock of startled birds.
"Ma Hongjun, stay."
After everyone else had left.
Flender looked at Tang Lan with admiration.
"Little Lan, from now on, outside of group activities, you can arrange your own time freely."
Since the other party had saved him face, he had to reciprocate.
Tang Lan chuckled.
"Thank you, Dean."
Flender pulled Ma Hongjun along and berated him—
"I heard you had a conflict with Little Lan yesterday? Did you mouth off again? Apologize quickly!"
Ma Hongjun had witnessed firsthand yesterday how formidable Tang Lan's combat power was.
He had already been scared stiff.
Hearing this now,
He quickly nodded and bowed, apologizing.
"I was rude yesterday, I swear I won't do it again!"
"Brother Lan, you're so magnanimous, please forgive me!"
Flender also looked at Tang Lan, awaiting his reply.
Tang Lan shrugged his shoulders.
"Since the Dean has spoken, yesterday's matter is dropped."
Ma Hongjun breathed a huge sigh of relief.
For the next few years, he wouldn't have to live in fear.
He thought this matter was settled.
But then— "Little Lan, I have a rather bold request."
Flender said somewhat awkwardly—
"In our spar just now, I noticed your soul power is masculine and pure, seemingly able to suppress evil spirits?"
"Hongjun's Martial Soul mutated, possessing an innate evil flame that influences his temperament."
"Why don't you try to dispel it for him?"
"Or perhaps use your Life Soul Blue Silver Grass to try and draw out the evil fire."
Well then!
As expected of a master, he truly cared for Ma Hongjun.
Just right,
Tang Lan had already planned this, to "subdue" Ma Hongjun with this.
He nodded along.
"Then I'll give it a try."
He raised his hand and placed it on Ma Hongjun's shoulder, channeling the intensely masculine and Yang energy of his Nine Yang Divine Skill.
As soon as he entered,
He encountered a strange aura, scorching yet tinged with a sinister阴邪.
They merged with Ma Hongjun's spirit power, becoming entangled.
Extremely difficult to break apart.
Tang Lan activated the internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, transforming it into a scorching sun. The yin and evil energies along the path dissolved upon contact.
However, the intense heat also dissolved.
This caused Ma Hongjun's previously high-quality spirit power to plummet.
Killing one thousand enemies means harming yourself eight hundred.
Tang Lan withdrew the Nine Yang Divine Skill's internal energy, his brow furrowed.
It wasn't because the matter was difficult to handle.
For instance, if Ma Hongjun were to cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Skill, these would not be problems; in fact, they would aid his cultivation.
But… "Ma Hongjun, you should know this yourself, shouldn't you?" Tang Lan suddenly asked.