Chapter 27: Slapping Away a Soul Skill, Killing Someone by Destroying Their Spirit!
"Hurry up and see! The Master is going to duel with a freshman!"
A loud shout came from the Academic Affairs Office, attracting the attention of all the teachers.
Everyone here knew the Master's name; he was good friends with their Dean.
A theoretical master, a practical wizard, was actually going to duel someone.
And it was a freshman who had just enrolled—this gossip was too damn juicy!
"What's going on?"
All the teachers were sprinting towards the playground, grabbing anyone in the know to ask what was happening.
"Not really, but apparently the freshman is a super awesome kid!"
"The Master wants to take on a disciple, and he's going to decide with a competition; whoever loses becomes his disciple."
"Holy crap, this is incredible!"
The teachers ran even faster, especially since classes hadn't even started yet.
The playground instantly filled with people, even the doormen and gardeners came.
Of course, many students also joined in the fun, but only dared to watch from a distance.
"Master, have you thought it through? Whoever loses has to become the victor's disciple."
Tang Chen suddenly had a brilliant idea and added a condition; he figured there weren't any transmigrators yet, so he was taking the Master as a disciple or into his harem.
Today, he'd set a precedent and give it a try.
"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. You may be young, but you're still a man," the master said decisively, this time with absolute confidence.
"3, 2, 1!"
"Start!"
The dean of studies, wanting to join the fun, actually ran to the center to act as referee.
"Earth-shattering roar, Luo Sanpao!"
The master's soul power shone brightly, directly summoning a pig.
The crowd roared with laughter, but no one could sway him at this moment.
"Activate your soul rings!"
"I have a mutated martial soul; I can directly summon my true form."
"I'll name it Luo Sanpao, and it can unleash three attacks in a short time."
Yu Xiaogang displayed the demeanor of a master, proactively revealing his martial soul ability.
"No need for martial souls; activating them or not makes no difference!"
Tang Chen said calmly, "It would be really bullying to just show off the spirit rings ."
Two spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, their color eliciting gasps of surprise.
A six or seven-year-old child, already a Great Spirit Master with two spirit rings.
One of them was at the thousand-year level—that was terrifying.
Could the Grandmaster really win?
"That's right, then here I come."
Yu Xiaogang nodded; activating a food-type spirit was indeed useless.
He tried his best to control his strength, minimizing the power.
After all, Tang Chen was too young.
"First Spirit Skill: Farting Like Thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao."
As the bizarre incantation was finished, Luo Sanpao flapped his large ears and floated into the air. He opened his mouth and inhaled violently, his body swelling like a ball.
Then, he violently exhaled from his rear end.
A stream of yellow gas condensed and shot towards Tang Chen's location.
The power was quite impressive, but the way it was expressed was a bit irritating.
"Using a soul skill is too much of a rip-off for you, I'll just blow some air." Tang Chen didn't want to be hit by a fart, nor did he want to bully others too much, so he took a deep breath.
Then he blew hard into the yellow gas .
Bangm!
A small whirlwind swept by, and Luo Sanpao's stinky fart was instantly blown away.
It flew straight into the crowd.
Boom!
"Ah!"
"It stinks!"
"Help!"
The onlookers covered their noses and ran away, while the ordinary people in the center all foamed at the mouth and fainted.
In a sense, Luo Sanpao's power was terrifying.
"What? How did you do that?"
The master's eyes bulged. Tang Chen had only yawned.
How could his soul skill be knocked away?
"Ha~"
"Hurry up, this is boring!"
Tang Chen was truly exhausted. He had rushed to Nottingham City overnight and hadn't slept since.
"You—"
The master was speechless with anger, but could only grit his teeth and continue.
"First Soul Skill: Farts Like Thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
Bang!
The yellow, foul-smelling gas ball reappeared. This time, Yu Xiaogang dared not hold back.
Luo Sanpao could only fire three shots, and this was the second attack.
It would be embarrassing if it didn't work.
An even more condensed gas ball shot out, several times faster than before.
"Why isn't that kid moving?"
"Is he scared out of his wits?"
"It's normal, after all, he's only six or seven years old."
The onlookers held their breath, cursing Yu Xiaogang in their hearts. He actually used lethal force on a child. Several healing-type Soul Masters had already released their Martial Souls to ensure they could heal him in time.
However, Tang Chen's actions once again stunned everyone, and they fled frantically.
A light swirled in his hand as he slapped the gas ball.
Squeak!
A tooth-grinding sound rang out, but Luo Sanpao's foul fart didn't explode.
Instead, it was enveloped by a new gust of wind and then slammed into the crowd of onlookers.
Boom!
The fart exploded again, hitting the group of students who couldn't dodge in time.
More than a dozen sixth-grade students were sent flying, foaming at the mouth and suffering from poisoning.
Several teachers rolled their eyes, their activated martial spirits just in time to heal the students.
Watching the drama is risky; proceed with caution.
"How did you do that?"
"Without using a martial spirit or a soul skill, how could I block the attack?"
Yu Xiaogang was covered in cold sweat. In his youth, the Golden Iron Triangle had traveled the continent; what kind of opponents hadn't he seen?
Today, however, a child had overturned all his research.
"It's simple. Just wrap your hand with soul power of the same intensity and then slap it away."
"When the soul power attributes are not mutually exclusive and the mass is equal, there won't be an explosion effect."
Tang Chen said calmly. Having experienced the era of the internet, his knowledge was far beyond that of any master.
Regarding martial spirits, he knew more.
"How is that possible? How do you know how much soul power Luo Sanpao's attack has!"
"Besides, I'm level 29, and your soul power wave didn't even reach that level!"
Yu Xiaogang was incredulous. Who could tell how much soul power an enemy was firing?
"Of course, you rely on your eyes. And a higher level doesn't necessarily mean a more powerful soul skill."
"Soul skills differ based on soul power, soul rings, and personal control!"
"For example, your Luo Sanpao's first soul ring requires 100 soul power, and personal control can only fluctuate slightly above that!"
"Your control is quite poor; you can probably only unleash about 90 points of power."
"If it were me, I could unleash at least 150 points of power!"
Tang Chen explained seriously. Killing was only the lowest level method; destroying the spirit was the most terrifying.
Defeating him using a master's area of expertise was the only way to truly intimidate him.
"The upper limit of soul skill power? How is that possible?"
Yu Xiaogang pondered, but couldn't understand the key.
He didn't understand the influence of level.
"Of course it's not fixed; the 100 I mentioned earlier was just a metaphor."
"This value can be seen as the maximum damage a soul ring can grant to a soul skill."
Even if your soul power exceeds one hundred, you can only use this much. "
Because the soul ring is absorbed by the main body's martial soul, the level increase will increase this value!"
"That's why the strong can crush the weak."
Tang Chen disliked tedious cultivation, but he loved to daydream.
These were the results of his leisurely reflections; he couldn't possibly sleep every day.
"I understand, thank you for your guidance," Yu Xiaogang said , bowing in thanks. His research wasn't focused on combat.
Tang Chen's explanation was enlightening.
Read 70+Advance Chapters at PatReon,
[email protected]/FicNova
[Replace@ with a.]
(End of Chapter)