Douluo Continent: Peerless God General, starting by deceiving Qian Renxue

Chapter 110 Nan Feihuang VS Tang San

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

She was having a great time when she was suddenly stopped. Back when she was the leader of the junior academy, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

"Who the hell are you? Do we need you to stick your neck out? Looks like I have to show you what Sister Xiaowu is capable of today." Two yellow spirit rings rose from beneath Xiaowu's feet. "Second spirit skill, Charm!"

Although Xiao Wu is arrogant, her combat experience as a 100,000-year-old soul beast is not fake.

She knew she couldn't keep up with Nan Feihuang's movements just now; he was probably even faster than Zhu Zhuqing, who was an agility-based attacker. If she wanted to win, she could only charm him first.

Xiao Wu met Nan Feihuang's eyes, winked charmingly at him, and her eyes emitted a mysterious pink light.

Nan Feihuang met his gaze. The Enchanting Soul Skill was essentially a contest of mental strength, and he wasn't afraid of that. When no one noticed, a flash of azure light appeared in his eyes.

"Ah!" Xiao Wu suddenly clutched her head and cried out. This was the consequence of the backlash from the mental attack.

With only a second-tier soul skill, this is the only possible outcome when encountering an external soul bone with a spiritual attribute.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San cried out in alarm and fury. When he turned to Nan Feihuang, his eyes were bloodshot, his previous composure gone. "How dare you hurt my sister!"

"I didn't hurt her. She was attacked by the backlash of her own mental power. The worst thing about mental attacks is when the opponent's mental power exceeds hers. Unfortunately, I'm much 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's your fault too. It's clearly none of your business, but you insisted on coming out. Otherwise, why would Xiao Wu have attacked you?" Tang San easily loses his mind whenever Xiao Wu is involved. The Blue Silver Grass has already appeared in the center of his palm. Clearly, Nan Feihuang has violated his path to death.

Seeing that he couldn't reason with him, Nan Feihuang shrugged and said, "Whatever, do whatever you want. Make your move if you want."

"Mysterious Jade Hand!" Tang San didn't say another word and acted decisively.

This is also a characteristic of the Tang Clan: once you determine that someone is an enemy, you must eliminate them with swift and decisive measures. Never pretend to be weak to deceive others, or you will inevitably become a pig one day.

But Nan Feihuang is going to refute that today. With an absolute difference in strength, no matter how much you pretend to be weak to take advantage of others, you can't turn into a pig.

Nan Feihuang reached down and sucked a broken table leg into his hand. "It's a bit short, but it'll do."

Nan Feihuang, anticipating Tang San's attack, wielded his staff with one hand and thrust it, striking Tang San's wrist vein with astonishing precision.

Tang San was horrified. Just now, this person had casually thrust his hand, yet instantly saw through the location of his iron-hard Xuan Yu Hand Guard and pierced it with a single stab.

He used a wooden stick to cut the blood just now; if he had used some sharper weapon, his wrist would probably be ruined.

"Ghostly Shadows!" Tang San's figure blurred, disturbing Nan Feihuang.

Nan Feihuang simply closed his eyes, deciding to remain unchanged in the face of all changes.

"Controlling the Crane and Capturing the Dragon." Tang San reached out and grabbed the wooden stick in Nan Feihuang's hand, attempting to disarm him with a gentle force.

Nan Feihuang shifted his grip, moving it from the edge of the stick to the center, then spun and danced, performing one of the eighteen single-handed flourishes.

The key to controlling the crane and capturing the dragon is to use the opponent's force against them, but Tang San can't grasp Nan Feihuang's strength no matter what he does, so this move is obviously unusable.

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

If you can't catch it, then restrict it. The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Nan Feihuang at an extremely fast speed. Nan Feihuang smiled slightly, and with a forceful tremor, he pulverized all the Blue Silver Grass in his body into powder.

"Such powerful physical strength!" Zhu Zhuqing was shocked. Not long ago, she had just fought Tang San in the Great Soul Arena.

At that time, she was also bound by Blue Silver Grass, but in the end, let alone shattered, she couldn't even break free and escape. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was extremely tough, but this person in front of her actually shattered it into powder just by exerting force on the surface of his body. She wondered if she was dreaming.

"Impossible!" Tang San couldn't believe what he was seeing. His teacher had clearly said that unless someone had two more spirit rings than him, it was impossible for him to shatter Tang San's Blue Silver Grass with a single blow. Tang San was now close to becoming a Spirit Master. Could it be that this person, who was about the same age as him, was already close to becoming a Spirit King?

"Second Soul Skill, Parasite!"

Despite his panic, Tang San's combat skills were truly impressive. He changed his moves incredibly quickly, and he was even prepared for Nan Feihuang to break the Blue Silver Grass. Therefore, when he attacked, he also left the seed on Nan Feihuang.

Blue Silver Grass stretched out from Nan Feihuang's neck and bound him again.

"It's no use no matter how many times I come," Nan Feihuang said. This time, he didn't use his physical strength, but instead used his body to burn the Blue Silver Grass with high temperature, as his body was covered in red light. After consuming the Ice and Fire Immortal Grass, his martial soul already had the dual attributes of ice and fire.

Even without summoning a martial soul, this attribute power can still be used.

Moreover, if you burn it, not only will the things binding your body be burned, but the seeds will also be destroyed.

Nan Feihuang beckoned to Tang San with his finger, "Your martial arts techniques are quite interesting. What other fun ones do you have? Show us again!"

"What a powerful person! He hasn't even used his martial soul yet, but he's already completely broken through my Xuan Yu Hand, Ghost Shadow Perception, Crane Control Dragon Capture, and Blue Silver Grass. Judging from his backlash against Xiao Wu's charm just now, mental attacks probably won't work on him either. Since that's the case, don't blame me!" Tang San reached out his hand to the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon.

Upon seeing this, everyone at Shrek Academy instinctively took a step back.

They knew that Tang San was about to use his trump card—hidden weapons—a fighting style that had even severely beaten Zhao Wuji.

The boy in front of me is doomed.

"You have committed a grave offense against me. Pay the price for hurting Xiao Wu, Purple Demon Eye!" Tang San's eyes glowed with purple light, completely locking onto Nan Feihuang, and then his wrist moved rapidly.

Swish swish swish swish.

A swarm of flying needles surged toward Nan Feihuang.

This even includes dragon whisker needles.

Faced with such a dense attack, Nan Feihuang knew that using the wooden stick would not work anymore. He immediately threw away the wooden stick, reached out and grabbed the Fangtian Halberd, and used one of the Eighteen Single-Handed Thrusting Techniques, the Block.

The tightly rotating, airtight Ice and Fire Halberd blocked all the flying needles. Moreover, Tang San couldn't retrieve these hidden weapons this time, as they were either frozen by the ice or melted by the flames.

After Tang San had fired off all the flying needles in his body, Nan Feihuang was still standing in the same spot, completely unharmed.

"Eighteen Strikes with One Hand? Who are you and how do you know Eighteen Strikes with One Hand?" Tang San stopped attacking and shouted angrily. At first, Nan Feihuang used a wooden stick, and he only felt that the moves were somewhat familiar, but he did not recognize them. However, when Nan Feihuang switched to a halberd, he immediately remembered that this martial art was a spear and halberd martial art that famous generals of the imperial court had practiced throughout the ages. Eighteen Strikes with One Hand!

But this is a martial art from his previous life's imperial court. How come someone in this world knows it too?

"Oh, you actually recognized the Eighteen One-Handed Strikes?" Nan Feihuang was somewhat surprised. It seems that in Tang San's original world, there was also a Hegemon named Xiang Yu, and the Eighteen One-Handed Strikes were passed down.

Although Tang San had never eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. The things that the Tang Clan sold were hidden weapons, poisons, and even gunpowder, such as the Buddha's Wrath Lotus. Although it was called a hidden weapon, it mainly relied on gunpowder to exert its power. They also had to deal with the imperial court.

In his previous life, Tang San had seen court generals use this martial art.

(End of this chapter)