Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

The once spacious walkway downstairs from the girls' dormitory was now completely surrounded by students.

Tailong, with his imposing physique, stood like a thick wall blocking the road. When he saw Tang San naturally reach out to protect Xiao Wu behind him, his eyes twitched violently, and he raised his thick arm, pointing it at Tang San's nose as he demanded sharply:

"Who gave you permission to stand in front of Xiao Wu?"

Don't you know that no other men are allowed near Xiaowu? Get out of here right now!

Hearing these self-righteous remarks, before Tang San could even respond, Xiao Wu, who was hiding behind him, couldn't stand it anymore.

Xiao Wu frowned in disgust, leaned half her body out from behind Tang San, and retorted without any politeness, "Talon, what nonsense are you spouting? Are we that close? Who gets close to me is none of your business!"

After saying that, Xiao Wu naturally stretched out her hands and hugged Tang San's arm tightly, resting her head on Tang San's shoulder, her eyes full of impatience and disgust.

When Tailong saw Xiaowu's intimate behavior, he felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. His blood surged and he was so jealous that he felt uncomfortable all over.

He stared intently at Tang San, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turning white.

"What kind of skill is it to hide behind a woman?" Tyrone stepped forward, his massive body causing the ground to tremble. "As the top student in the academy, am I really inferior to a freshman like you? If you're a man, fight me one-on-one! Whoever loses is never allowed to come near Xiaowu again!"

Faced with this muscular but simple-minded gorilla, Tang San could only sneer.

He calmly observed Tyrone's surging blood and energy; that vigorous vitality seemed to him like a tonic delivered to his doorstep.

"A one-on-one fight is fine." Tang San pointed to the dark woods behind the academy.

"However, there are too many people here, and it's easy for innocent people to get hurt if we fight. Let's talk privately and find a quiet place to spar."

Tang San had a good plan. As long as he lured Tai Long to a secluded corner, he could unleash his fourth soul skill with the Devouring attribute without any worries. Although killing him outright was unrealistic, he could at least drain most of his resources.

However, Tailong didn't buy into it at all and didn't follow the steps Tang San had laid out for him.

"Change the location? No way! Fight right here!" Tyrone laughed loudly, looking at Tang San with a mocking expression.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to! Are you afraid that if you lose to me in front of so many people, you won't be able to hold your head up in the academy and will feel ashamed?"

Let me tell you, I, Tyrone, am the top student in the academy. I am upright and honest, and I fear no one!

"If you're a man, fight me right here, in front of everyone, fair and square!"

The students watching the spectacle also joined in, clearly eager to witness this dramatic scene of jealousy and rivalry.

A sense of helplessness flashed through Tang San's mind.

With everyone watching, eyes everywhere, and academy leaders like Liu Erlong and Zhao Wuji possibly passing by at any moment, he simply couldn't openly drain most of Tailong's energy.

The plan to squeeze most of Tyronn dry seems to have failed.

"Since you insist on making a fool of yourself here, I have no choice but to grant your wish." Tang San sneered inwardly. "Although I can't absorb it freely, I can secretly extract a little 'interest' as a way to make use of it."

Having made up his mind, Tang San stopped wasting words.

"Then so be it."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

Four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—instantly appeared beneath his feet.

Dozens of deep blue Blue Silver Grass vines broke through the soil.

Tailong roared, just about to unleash his Mighty Ape Martial Soul, when he discovered that Tang San's attack speed was astonishingly fast.

Before he could react, the thick blue silver grass had already coiled around him like venomous snakes, climbing up his legs.

"You think you can trap me with this little bit of weeds? Get out of my way!"

With his powerful physical strength, Tyrone's muscles bulged as he tried to break free of the vines with sheer brute force.

Just as he exerted his strength, Tang San's wrist twitched slightly.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several whooshing sounds were perfectly masked by Talon's roar.

Tang San's silent sleeve arrow was instantly activated, grazing the edge of Tailong's exposed arm and neck.

The steel arrowheads did not strike any vital organs, but merely grazed Talon's skin.

Fresh blood immediately gushed out.

"You actually betrayed me!" Tyrone felt a sharp pain and roared angrily.

However, the real danger has only just begun.

The blue silver grass that was tightly binding Tyrone's body came to life as soon as it came into contact with the flowing blood, greedily digging into the shallow wounds.

Tang San activated the Devour attribute of his fourth soul skill.

To outsiders, Talon was merely bound by Blue Silver Grass and unable to move, and had been cut by a hidden weapon, bleeding slightly. But only Talon himself knew what changes had actually occurred to his body.

He felt a strange weakness. Instead of the continuous, intense pain from the wound, a strange numbness arose.

What terrified him even more was that his once-proud and vigorous vital energy and soul power were slowly draining away through those wounds!

Moreover, because the toxins secreted by the Blue Silver Grass contain components that prevent blood clotting, the wounds on his arms and neck simply cannot heal.

Fresh blood seeped out along the vines, then was silently absorbed by the Blue Silver Grass, not a single drop falling to the ground.

"You...you've got something strange about this grass! My strength..." Tyrone's face began to turn pale, his struggles grew weaker and weaker, and his once swollen and hard muscles quickly relaxed like a deflated balloon.

Tang San knew when to stop. He precisely controlled the amount he absorbed, ensuring he got enough blood and energy to nourish himself without making Tailong's changes too obvious and thus revealing his secret.

Feeling the soul power gradually filling his body, Tang San curled up a cold smile.

"The academy's top student? More like the circus's top student."

With a thought, Tang San caused the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Tai Long to instantly disintegrate and quickly retreat into the ground.

Losing his support, Tyrone's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, gasping for breath. He stared at his hands in horror, his eyes filled with confusion and fear. Why did he feel so weak, as if most of his energy had been drained, when they were just a few minor superficial wounds?

The surrounding students were immediately in an uproar. They didn't understand how Tang San won at all; they only saw Tang San raise his hand and tie up Tai Long, the so-called top student of the advanced class, and the Mighty King immediately kneeled down.