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"Such speed!"

"What exquisite footwork!"

"Brother Haoyue being this formidable is one thing, but how is Tang San so fast? Where did he learn such masterful lightfoot techniques?"

"Could Tang San truly be a genius who has pioneered his own martial arts?"

"Impossible! Even Martial Ancestor wasn't this monstrous at his age, right?"

The onlookers were left in shock.

Just moments ago, they had thought Tang San was arrogant, overestimating himself, and seeking humiliation.

Who could have guessed that Tang San was actually this powerful?

While the Martial Ancestor's Long Fist Technique was accessible to everyone, such intricate footwork was another matter entirely. Not even someone from a wealthy family, let alone a commoner like Tang San, could easily learn it.

Perhaps only the Martial Discipline instructor, who was a nominal disciple of the Martial Sect, could master such footwork at this academy.

"This kid is something else. No wonder he's so cocky," Zhou Yuan, the leader of the group, said, his eyes reflecting a trace of surprise as he watched Tang San hold his ground against Zhou Haoyue.

Zhou Yuan was the grandson of Zhou Yi and Liu Erlong's son, Zhou Yulong. At seven years old, he was considered Zhou Yi's direct descendant.

Born with the Sacred Dragon Overlord Physique and benefiting from an age advantage, Zhou Yuan's strength was undisputed among his peers.

"Brother Yuan, the techniques he's using aren't from the Martial Sect. Could he really have created them himself?" Zhou Hong asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Though they had been training in martial arts from a young age, with access to abundant resources, even they couldn't dream of creating their own techniques.

"It's unlikely to be his creation. Martial arts have been evolving for decades; some prodigies are bound to innovate. But Tang San? Impossible. He's just a kid," Zhou Yan sneered.

"The Martial Ancestor was a prodigy, unmatched and divine. At six, he awakened his Martial Soul. Finding his talent for Soul Mastery lacking, he pioneered martial arts instead!" Zhou Yan continued, his tone full of pride.

"It took the Martial Ancestor several years to create the Thirteen Deadly Swords, which rival Soul Skills. After years of accumulation, he eventually established today's martial arts system in sixteen years."

"Exactly. Tang San claiming he created this? Laughable. He must have stumbled upon some fortuitous opportunity and is now pretending to have invented it." Zhou Yu chimed in.

The three of them, all grandchildren of Zhou Yi and Xiao Wu, held this shared belief.

"Tang San is about to lose," Zhou Yuan suddenly declared.

The others turned their gaze to the battlefield.

Sure enough.

Tang San, though relying on his refined footwork, was barely managing to parry Zhou Haoyue's attacks. The latter had mastered the Martial Ancestor's Long Fist to perfection, and more importantly, his inner power far surpassed Tang San's.

Inner power was the foundation of everything.

Strength crushes skill.

Zhou Haoyue's profound inner power, combined with his flawless Martial Ancestor's Long Fist and advanced Phantom Steps, overwhelmed Tang San.

Tang San had been reincarnated into this world.

In his previous life, he had cultivated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to perfection and accumulated vast experience.

Were it not for this, he would have been defeated long ago.

"Damn it!"

"This cursed world! Cultivating to level ten requires a Soul Ring to progress. Otherwise, how could my inner power be inferior to a mere six-year-old brat?"

Tang San was filled with frustration. He had yet to acquire a Soul Ring, leaving his inner power stunted and unable to advance.

"I can't lose!"

"Especially not to a six-year-old kid!"

"The Tang Sect's foundation lies in hidden weapons and poison!"

"Competing in inner power and martial arts against others? That's attacking their strength with my weakness."

Tang San's thoughts churned.

This battle...

He had to win.

Failure would forever tarnish his reputation. How could he establish the Tang Sect and rise to prominence if he suffered such a humiliation?

Moreover, this boy, so young yet so powerful and adept at such masterful techniques, must be a direct descendant of the Martial Sect.

But Tang San aimed to surpass even the Martial Ancestor and the Martial Sect. How could he lose to a mere child?

"Today, I'll show you the true might of the Tang Sect's hidden weapons!"

Tang San's hand brushed against the concealed wrist-mounted dart launcher.

This was a basic hidden weapon of the Tang Sect, but one he had painstakingly crafted over nearly a hundred days.

The wrist launcher held only three darts, but each was meticulously designed. Every dart had three blood grooves and a finely split four-blade tail for unparalleled stability in flight.

The cone-shaped tip bore spiral etchings, enhancing its penetrating power.

Tang San's darts had an effective range of thirty meters.

"Tang San is about to lose. But holding his own against Zhou Haoyue to this extent is already impressive."

The instructor observed the battlefield, a hint of admiration rising in his heart.

This was a martial arts prodigy.

Regardless of whether Tang San had created his techniques or gained them through some opportunity, mastering martial arts to this level at such a young age was nothing short of extraordinary.

"Fall!"

Zhou Haoyue's punch descended with immense force. Though simple, it carried a profound, natural essence and a powerful gale.

Tang San rolled away to evade, then sprang to his feet with a nimble move. As he spun in mid-air, his left hand raised, releasing a black flash of light silently and swiftly.

His painstakingly crafted wrist dart launcher had finally made its debut.

Tang San's eyes turned entirely purple. With the effect of his Purple Demon Eye, he could clearly see Zhou Haoyue's every movement.

The dart aimed for Zhou Haoyue's shoulder, targeting the clavicle.

This was, after all, a training ground.

Tang San dared not kill. Given Zhou Haoyue's background, it would spell trouble.

"Falling to the Tang Sect's hidden weapon is an honor for you!"

Tang San smirked, certain of his victory.

The day would come when the Tang Sect's hidden weapons would shake the continent, building its reputation and glory.

At that time, Zhou Haoyue's defeat at his hands would become a badge of honor.

"Stop!"

The instructor's eyes widened in shock and fury as he witnessed Tang San's sly move.

Unfortunately, he was caught off guard and too late to intervene.

At such close range—just two to three meters—the dart would strike in an instant.

"Damn it!"

The instructor's heart filled with dread. Though unaware of Zhou Haoyue's true identity, he was certain the boy was a direct descendant of the Martial Sect.

If anything went wrong...

He'd be finished.

At this moment, his heart burned with rage toward Tang San.

This was merely a sparring match.

To resort to such underhanded means?

Contrary to the instructor's panic, Zhou Yuan and his companions remained calm, though their views of Tang San darkened further.

The next moment, as Tang San believed victory was assured and the instructor prepared to intervene, everyone's expressions froze.

Zhou Hao Yue, seemingly unbothered, raised his right hand.

Two jade-like fingers effortlessly caught Tang San's dart.

Lingxi Finger!

Though Zhou Hao Yue had only just begun learning this technique, it was more than sufficient to stop Tang San's hidden weapon.

"What?!"

Tang San was dumbfounded.

Though the dart was a basic hidden weapon of the Tang Sect, its craftsmanship was unparalleled. Not even Soul Scholars or Great Soul Masters could easily block it.

Yet a six-year-old boy had stopped it with just two fingers?

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