I collect fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 26: Another Sparring Session with Tang San

"Crunch~"

The dormitory door was slowly pushed open.

"Er Mao, you're back? Did you manage to buy 'Me and Three Female Douluos' and 'My Eighteen-Year-Old Female Soul Saint'? These two are sister books to 'The Female Pope,' and I'm sure Brother Feng will like them."

"Er Mao, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Er Mao?"

Xiao Liu turned around and saw Lu Feng staring at him expressionlessly.

"Ah! A ghost!"

Xiao Liu screamed in fright and immediately burrowed into the blankets, wrapping his head tightly around them.

Lu Feng looked at Xiao Liu's exposed buttocks and kicked him directly.

"You little rascal, you're always stirring up trouble!"

Xiao Liu rubbed his bottom and poked his head out. "Hey, Brother Feng! You're still alive!"

"Snapped!"

Lu Feng slapped him again, "You're all hoping I die, aren't you!"

Xiao Liu rubbed his head and chuckled, "Third Brother and Sister Xiao Wu said you went to hunt soul beasts by yourself and got killed, hehehe."

Just then, several work-study students returned to their dormitory together.

Xiao Wu looked at Lu Feng sitting on the bed and excitedly pointed at his nose, "Hey, Lu Feng! You're still alive!"

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Lu Feng looked at Xiao Wu speechlessly. "Big sister, if you can't speak, you don't have to!"

At this moment, Tang San said excitedly, "Lu Feng, I'm so glad you're alright. How did it go? Did the Soul Hunt go smoothly?"

Tang San did have some respect for this fellow villager.

Although Lu Feng's innate soul power was somewhat low, his learning ability was exceptional. He could quickly grasp both martial arts techniques and soul master theories.

"Hmm." Lu Feng nodded, and a bright yellow spirit ring slowly rose from beneath his feet.

"A hundred-year-old soul ring!" Several voices with different tones rang out at the same time.

The other work-study students were utterly shocked, with a hint of envy mixed in. In their eyes, a first-generation spirit ring that had lasted for a hundred years was a privilege reserved for the children of powerful families.

Xiao Wu was initially surprised, but quickly regained her composure.

Killing a hundred-year-old soul beast would have been a piece of cake for her in the past.

Tang San's tone carried a hint of certainty.

He then carefully examined Lu Feng's spirit ring and found that its yellow intensity was in no way inferior to his own first spirit ring.

"This is probably a spirit ring that is nearly 400 years old."

Thinking of this, Tang San looked at Lu Feng with a challenging gaze.

"Lu Feng, it's been a long time since we sparred. How about we have a match?" Tang San said loudly.

"Fight? Great! This time, Sister Xiaowu will beat you to a pulp!" Before Lu Feng could reply, Xiaowu jumped up excitedly.

Seeing Tang San's enthusiastic expression, Lu Feng felt a surge of excitement within him. He hadn't actually fought anyone since obtaining his spirit ring.

"Tang San, you'd better be careful, or I might shatter your Dao Heart!"

Behind the college, in a small grove of trees.

Lu Feng and Tang San stood facing each other, about twenty meters apart. The wind blew their clothes, making them flutter loudly.

Several work-study students sat in the distance, watching quietly.

"Who do you think is more powerful, Brother Feng or Brother San?" a tall, thin student asked.

"Of course it's Third Brother! He obtained his spirit ring a year ago, and now his spirit power level is probably higher than some of the teachers'," said another chubby student.

"What's more, Third Brother's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, which gives him an absolute advantage in fighting on the hillside," the chubby student added.

"Haha, Zhu Dapang, you're finished! I'm going to tell Brother Feng what you just said!" Xiao Liuzi said gloatingly.

"Damn it! Little Liu, how dare you betray me!" The fat student's eyes darted around, and he grabbed Little Liu in his arms and shook him vigorously.

"Cough cough cough! Fatty, loosen your grip, loosen your grip!" Xiao Liuzi said with difficulty, his breath coming in gasps.

"Alright, everyone quiet down!" Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips, pointed at the joking crowd, and shouted an order.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone immediately sat up straight in a row like obedient children.

At this moment, Tang San slightly raised his right hand, and a small, emerald-green blade of grass slowly rose from his palm. A yellow spirit ring floated behind him, bobbing up and down.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Level 17 Control-type Battle Soul Master, please enlighten me!"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

At the same time, within a radius of more than ten meters around Tang San, the Blue Silver Grass began to grow wildly, gradually submerging his knees.

"It's here! Third Brother's Blue Silver Grass!" the chubby student shouted.

Xiao Wu glanced at the Blue Silver Grass beside Tang San, her eyes flashing. She had fought Tang San several times, and on flat ground, without Tang San using hidden weapons, Tang San would inevitably lose as soon as she got close.

But what if it were on grass?

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass is really too troublesome!

Lu Feng frowned slightly as he observed the changes on the grass. "Has a portion of Tang San's bloodline been activated?"

Ordinary plant-type martial souls don't have the 'cool' entrance effects that Tang San has. Even his own [Blue Silver Grass] martial soul, although of higher quality than Tang San's, is far from achieving this effect.

"It seems that Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor bloodline exists more in his body than in his martial soul."

Lu Feng composed himself, raised his hands slightly, spread his fingers, and a ring toss appeared in his hands.

"Lu Feng, Martial Soul: Body, Level 16 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Master, please advise!"

Tang San stared at Lu Feng's ring and frowned slightly.

Isn't Lu Feng's martial soul his body? What's with this ring?

Moreover, it looks somewhat familiar.

Never mind, I'll just ask after I'm done.

Tang San's eyes sharpened, and a faint purple hue enveloped them.

"Wait, what level did you say you were?" Tang San asked uncertainly, his aura subdued.

Lu Feng smiled faintly and casually said, "Level sixteen, is there a problem?"

"Level 16!!!" The work-study students were all dumbfounded, looking at Lu Feng as if he were a monster.

Tang San asked again, "Lu Feng, didn't you just obtain a spirit ring? How come your spirit power has increased so much all of a sudden?"

Tang San recalled his situation back then. When he reached the bottleneck of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he added a soul ring that was close to the limit, and his soul power only reached level thirteen.

Level 16!

It's only been a little over three months since Lu Feng left. How did he manage to do that?

Tang San stared intently at the spirit ring floating beside Lu Feng, his Purple Demon Eye operating at its maximum.

"Could it be that the spirit ring Lu Feng absorbed exceeded the limit of 423 years?"

Thinking of this, Tang San swallowed hard, a terrifying thought flashing through his mind: "Has my teacher's theory been shattered?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

(End of this chapter)