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The chill in Chen Yi's eyes was like the tip of a cold needle, instantly piercing the calmness Tang San had tried to maintain.
He was a scion of the Tang Sect, and its iron rule was engraved deep in his soul: if you are sure the other is an enemy, leave no future trouble, do your utmost.
The purple-robed youth before him exuded an unfathomable aura, his words arrogant, and in this moment, he showed clear hostility toward Xiao Wu.
In Tang San's mind, this was already a sign of enmity. No need for further words—he would simply act.
He felt the soul power in his body surge, while Chen Yi looked on nonchalantly, a faint smile on his lips.
"Fifteenth rank soul power? Not bad for your age."
"Unfortunately… it's far from enough."
Chen Yi shook his head as if with regret and continued,
"Step aside. Don't think you're a great genius just because you're in a small place like Nuoding City."
"A frog at the bottom of a well, ignorant of the vastness of the sky and river. The Douluo Continent is far broader and more dangerous than you imagine."
This blunt contempt stung Tang San's pride like salt poured into a wound. Since childhood, he had been talented and knowledgeable—how could he be so underestimated? Especially by someone from Douluo Continent.
"Let's see about that!"
Tang San's gaze darkened, forcing out the words through gritted teeth, his body tensing, ready to act.
But Chen Yi didn't even release his martial spirit, simply strode straight forward as if Tang San didn't exist, aiming directly for Xiao Wu.
This total disregard ignited Tang San's fury.
"You're courting death!"
Tang San shouted lowly, and a yellow spirit ring instantly glowed at his feet. Blue Silver Grass shot out from his palm, surging forth like dozens of agile vipers, whipping through the air and striking straight at Chen Yi's legs and body.
"First Soul Skill: Entangle!"
Even a great soul master would rush to avoid such an attack, but Chen Yi didn't even stop walking. He casually raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and precisely caught the thickest tendril of Blue Silver Grass.
At first, the grass was incredibly tough, far surpassing ordinary plants, but in Chen Yi's palm, it was as fragile as hemp rope before terrifying strength.
With a flick of his arm,
"Snap—!"
The tough Blue Silver Grass was suddenly torn apart, a large piece ripped off.
The backlash from the forcibly broken soul skill made Tang San stagger, coughing up blood as he reeled back several steps, his qi and blood surging chaotically.
"Third Brother!"
Xiao Wu cried out, immediately moving behind Tang San and supporting him with her palm against his back.
She then glared up at Chen Yi, her beautiful eyes blazing like fire, scolding,
"Little brat, how dare you hurt Third Brother! You're the one seeking death!"
Before she finished, her body flickered, already darting ghost-like at Chen Yi.
"First Soul Skill: Waist Bow!"
Her long, scorpion-braided hair danced like a living spirit snake, whipping toward Chen Yi's neck, aiming to coil around his throat.
This close-quarters combo was one she had practiced countless times in Nuoding City, smooth and sharp.
"Hmph."
Chen Yi only sneered coldly.
He moved as if expecting it all along. The instant the braid was about to touch his skin, his right hand shot out like lightning, iron tongs for fingers, catching the braid precisely.
Xiao Wu felt her braid tighten, an immense force surging through it. Realizing something was wrong, she tried to use the force to retreat—but it was too late!
Chen Yi's right hand, with a slight jerk, sent Xiao Wu's entire body and braid flying like a ragdoll.
"Uh—!"
Amid the terrified gazes of the crowd, Xiao Wu's petite figure drew a powerless arc and then was slammed by Chen Yi onto the hard bluestone pavement!
Bang!!
A dull, loud sound echoed, accompanied by Xiao Wu's pained cry. Dust rose, and she curled up on the ground, blood already seeping from her mouth and nose, her face instantly pale. Clearly, she'd suffered serious internal injuries from the fall.
"Xiao Wu!!"
Tang San's eyes nearly split, his heart stabbed as if by a blade. He let out an unconscious roar, wiping his hands at his waist—a cold light shot toward Chen Yi's face and chest. It was the hidden weapons he had painstakingly crafted: bone needles and scalpels! The blades were faintly blue, clearly coated with poison. Enough to threaten even a Soul Elder's life.
But to Chen Yi, they were mere toys. He didn't even use soul power, just lightly raised his hand, leaving a few afterimages in the air, catching all the hidden weapons intact.
Chen Yi looked down, playing with the exquisite yet vicious weapons. He looked up at Tang San, who had rushed to help Xiao Wu.
Everything had happened in an instant, from the outbreak to Xiao Wu's injury and collapse, just a dozen breaths. Only now did the bystanders come to their senses, and a noisy uproar surged.
Chen Yi ignored the commotion, weighing the hidden weapons in his palm, and looked around at the growing crowd. His voice wasn't loud, but with soul power, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Everyone, it's fine to watch the excitement, but you'd better take a step back. If things get out of hand, blades have no eyes. These toys might accidentally hurt people, and that wouldn't be good."
The onlookers were frightened by his understatement, but sensing the strong soul power fluctuation, they quickly retreated in a wide circle, faces a mix of fear and curiosity.
Then, Chen Yi turned his gaze back to the nearby Tang San and Xiao Wu.
At this moment, Tang San carefully supported Xiao Wu, whose face was pale and lips bloodied, feeling unprecedented anger and humiliation.
He had sworn to protect Xiao Wu from all harm, but now—
Tang San panted like an enraged bull, his eyes red as he glared at Chen Yi, his gaze that of a man-eating beast.
"You bastard!!"
Tang San roared like a mad tiger.
He once again summoned Blue Silver Grass, trying to attack Chen Yi head-on to draw his attention. At the same time, he subtly raised his right hand inside his sleeve.
"Suu—!"
A black beam shot from his sleeve like a venomous snake, flying at Chen Yi's face. It was the Tang Sect's hidden weapon, the sleeve dart, and clearly very poisonous.
Chen Yi only shook his head in disappointment. He didn't dodge, merely stood still, exhaled lightly, and with an invisible aura, swept away the Blue Silver Grass. The deadly dart slowed and he casually snatched it from the air.
In that instant, Tang San's footwork changed as he executed the mysterious Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, sticking to Chen Yi's side like a shadow.
He unleashed a hailstorm of hidden weapons—money darts, locust stones, back-mounted crossbows—covering Chen Yi's vital points.
For a moment, the air was filled with the sound of weapons tearing through it.
Chen Yi's figure moved slightly, traversing the rain of hidden weapons with casual steps and raised hands, disarming each attack. It didn't look like a death match, but like a boring game.
"Had enough fun yet?"
Chen Yi spoke lightly, his patience at its limit.
The next second, his figure blurred like a ghost, and when he reappeared, he was already right in front of Tang San—their faces less than ten centimeters apart!
Tang San's pupils shrank, his face showing shock and fear. He hadn't even seen the movement.
A strong sense of crisis urged him to retreat using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, but it was too late!
A slender, powerful palm filled his vision, blocking out all the light.
Chen Yi's right hand spread, gripping Tang San's entire face with a vice-like grip.
With a sudden push—
Boom!!
With a loud crash, Tang San's body was smashed to the ground by irresistible force, the back of his head hitting the hard stone with a muffled thud that made one's teeth ache.
The massive shock nearly blacked out his vision, his organs felt displaced, his bones collapsing as he crumpled to the ground, unable to move a finger except for involuntary twitching.
Chen Yi straightened slowly, as if he had done something trivial. He took out a luxurious silk handkerchief from his storage soul tool, slowly wiping the hand that had gripped Tang San's cheek, as if something dirty had stained it. Then he tossed it lightly— the square handkerchief drifted down, covering Tang San's face as he twitched and lost focus like a dead fish out of water.
"Heh," Chen Yi let out a cold sneer, surveying the humiliated Tang San on the ground, his tone full of undisguised contempt.
"Your offense is weak, your defense full of holes, and your combat instinct is pitifully crude. Toys hidden in the dark can hurt people, but it's all you can do to pull them out twice."
He shook his head, as if evaluating a defective product.
"Other than this backdoor trick, you're useless."
Those light words, like the most vicious curse, stabbed deeply into Tang San's ears, who, through the scarf's gap, glared up at Chen Yi, filled with humiliation, anger, and unwillingness. His rage was so overwhelming that his vision nearly blacked out again.
"Toys? Someone from Douluo Continent dares call my Tang Sect's hidden weapons toys?!"
But Chen Yi no longer looked at him, instead turning his gaze to the ground, where Xiao Wu, with her beautiful features and eyes full of hatred, stared at him.
Compared to Tang San, who relied on hidden weapons and a bit of cleverness, the living, transformed soul beast before him—after a hundred thousand years of cultivation—was far more enticing.
Sensing Chen Yi's predatory gaze, Xiao Wu felt her heart tremble, a chill surging from the depths of her soul.
Just as Chen Yi moved toward Xiao Wu, a thunderous shout rang out from across the street:
"Stop!"
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