nashuaworldcup Chapter 31 A Sparring Between Brothers
Chapter 31 A Sparring Between Brothers
Chapter 31 A Sparring Between Brothers
Upon hearing that Tang San wanted to spar with him, Tang Chuan pondered for a moment before finally nodding gently, "Alright, let's go outside then. It's too cramped here; we can't move around freely."
"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Tang San smiled and turned to walk towards the dormitory door.
"A friendly spar? A friendly spar?!"
A lively voice rang out, and Xiao Wu suddenly sat up in bed, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "I want to go too! I want to see it too!"
"You mistress, you have to help me get revenge! He bullied me last time you weren't around!"
With that, she flipped over and landed lightly, adjusted her pink skirt at the waist, and cheerfully followed after him, looking like she was enjoying the show.
Tang San smiled helplessly and didn't reply.
Seeing this, the other students in the dormitory also gathered around, some pushing open the door, some peeking out, and they all started talking amongst themselves.
"Are Tang Chuan and Tang San going to spar?"
"Really? Who's stronger between them?"
"Tang San is the strongest in our generation. It's said that his first spirit ring is a 400-year-old Mandragora Serpent!"
"What about his brother? Didn't he just get back? He also has spirit rings."
A group of teenagers, filled with curiosity and boredom having just finished class, naturally didn't want to miss out on the excitement and left the dormitory together.
The weather is at its most comfortable this time of year; the air is cool but not chilly.
At this moment, it was getting dark. The sky was clear and the stars were high in the sky. Tang Chuan and Tang San had just stepped out of the dormitory when they bumped into Grandmaster, who was walking from the other side.
The master had his head down, seemingly still pondering something, but when he looked up and saw a large group of students surrounding Tang San and Tang Chuan as they came out of the dormitory, his brows furrowed slightly.
"It's getting dark, what are they going to do?" The master muttered to himself, then quickened his pace and went straight to meet them.
"Little San." The master stopped in front of the two brothers, his gaze sweeping over Tang San and Tang Chuan. "What are you two going to do?"
Upon seeing the master's figure, Tang San immediately stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said:
"Teacher, I heard that my brother obtained his first spirit ring. I'm planning to spar with him so we can get to know each other better."
Upon hearing this, the master nodded and uttered a calm "oh," but a subtle glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
"A sparring match?" He sneered inwardly. "Tang Chuan's first spirit ring is only ten years old. Even if he has some cleverness, how can he compare to Xiao San? Perfect... today I'll show him whose Blue Silver Grass cultivation direction is correct."
However, on the surface, the master maintained a profound and composed demeanor, and said softly:
"In that case, I'll go take a look and observe your battle."
"Let me give you some pointers."
Just then, Tang San seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "Teacher, is there something you need in the student dormitory?"
Upon hearing this, the master took out a thick book from his bosom. The cover was already worn, but the words on it were written in neat characters: "Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul Cultivation Reference Outline".
"Little San, these are some research findings I've compiled over the past few days." Grandmaster handed the book to Tang San, his eyes filled with seriousness and expectation, and said, "In it is a Blue Silver Grass cultivation plan that I tailored for you based on the characteristics of your martial soul. Take a look at it carefully when you have time."
"Thank you, teacher. I will definitely study it carefully when I get back." Tang San solemnly accepted the book, bowed to the master again, and said with great gratitude.
A few minutes later.
The group walked through the winding passageways of Notting College, slowly making their way along the mountain stone path, and finally arrived at an open space on the back hill of the college.
The open space was flat and surrounded by sparse trees. Although the ground was somewhat soft soil, it was very clean, indicating that it had been used as a training ground for many years.
Tang Chuan and Tang San stood side by side and slowly walked to the center of the open space.
The two were a dozen steps apart, staring at each other, their breaths unconsciously mingling.
At the edge of the open space, Xiao Wu stood excitedly under a big tree, arms crossed, staring expectantly at the two people in the field.
Beside her were Wang Sheng and several other work-study students from Dormitory 7, each with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in their eyes.
"Brother Chuan and Tang San are actually going to fight?"
"This is the first battle of the new semester at the academy!"
"Who do you think is more skilled between the two of them?"
"It must be Tang San, after all, his first spirit ring is a hundred-year spirit ring."
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe Brother Chuan's first spirit ring is a hundred-year spirit ring, or even a thousand-year one," said a part-time student who came from a poor family and couldn't afford to eat much, but was often invited by Tang Chuan to enjoy roasted rabbit with him.
The children whispered among themselves, their faces full of excitement.
On the other side of the open space, the master stood straight with his hands behind his back, gazing intently at the two brothers in the arena. His expression was calm, but his brows were slightly furrowed.
For him, today's battle is...
It wasn't just a competition between disciples.
It was also a powerful rebuttal to Tang Chuan, the one who questioned him. He wanted everyone to know that his martial soul theory was not to be desecrated, and how could he, a master of martial soul theory, be wrong?
As the mountain breeze gently blew, Tang Chuan's clothes fluttered slightly.
He glanced around, then looked at Tang San standing opposite him, and said in a calm yet slightly excited tone, "Little San, are you ready?"
A fighting spirit flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he nodded slightly: "Anytime is fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint yellow light shone from Tang San's body. Then, he raised his right hand, and a faint blue silver grass grew from his palm.
As he moved, a bright yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, slowly swirling around his body, its spirit power fluctuations clearly perceptible.
"A hundred-year-old soul ring!" a part-time student couldn't help but exclaim.
"Wow, a yellow, century-old spirit ring!"
"Tang San already has a hundred-year-old spirit ring, but I don't even have a ten-year one yet..."
"What's so great about it? Maybe Brother Chuan will show off a thousand-year soul ring later."
Hearing everyone's praise for Tang San, Xiao Wu's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of pride: "This is nothing. Little San will surpass Grandmaster in the future."
"You don't even need to tell me that." Wang Sheng stared enviously at Tang San's spirit rings and murmured, "If a big shot comes out of our dorm in the future, don't forget about us."
"As the saying goes, if you become rich and powerful, don't forget me! Hehe!"
In an instant, all eyes were focused on the bright yellow spirit ring at Tang San's feet, filled with envy, awe, and shock, their emotions surging.
But soon, they all turned to look at Tang Chuan on the other side.
Tang Chuan remained calm, showing no surprise at Tang San's hundred-year-old soul ring. Instead, a slight smile appeared on his lips as he looked at his younger brother.
The next second, he slowly extended his right hand, palm open.
A blue-gold intertwined Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm. It was thicker and had more leaves than Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, with blue tinged with gold, like a symbol of some kind of royal bloodline.
"Blue-gold Blue Silver Grass?" Upon seeing this, Tang San's expression changed slightly.
At that moment, everyone was amazed.
"What beautiful Blue Silver Grass! It seems even more powerful than Tang San's..."
"The color of these leaves is so unique! Is it a mutated martial soul?"
The crowd's discussions rose and fell, and even the master couldn't help but frown, a slight unease stirring in his heart. Why did this aura give him such a strange feeling?
However, at that moment, a white spirit ring quietly rose from beneath Tang Chuan's feet.
Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent.
You could hear a pin drop!
Followed by.
"Pfft!"
Xiao Wu was the first to burst out laughing. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes filled with undisguised mockery.
"Tang Chuan, you're being too hasty! I thought your spirit rings would be at least a hundred years old, but they're only ten?"
She laughed and shook her head, "Your Blue Silver Grass is pretty, but a ten-year spirit ring is too weak, isn't it? Little San, don't go easy on her, or your brother will teach you a lesson."
The other work-study students in the dormitory looked at each other in dismay. Their initial amazement vanished instantly, and deep disappointment was evident in their eyes.
"I thought it was Brother Chuan's spirit ring... but it turns out..."
"With those ten years of spirit rings, Tang San could probably be bound up like a dumpling with just a single Blue Silver Grass, right?"
"How...how could this be?" Even the part-time student who had been supporting Tang Chuan was stunned and at a loss.
For a moment, laughter and head-shaking sounds rose and fell.
Tang Chuan seemed to have become the least favored person in everyone's eyes.
Tang Chuan, however, didn't seem to care. He merely glanced at everyone, a slight smile playing on his lips, and then said to Tang San, "Little San, let's begin!"
When Tang San saw the white spirit ring rising from Tang Chuan's feet, the slight tightness in his heart that he had felt when his brother's Blue Silver Grass released its blue-gold light vanished instantly.
"A white spirit ring? Ten years?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Tang San's eyes, followed by an almost undisguised smile on his face.
Although he tried his best to maintain a calm expression, the sense of superiority that quietly rose in his heart could not be stopped from emerging.
"I never expected that my brother's first spirit ring would only last for ten years."
"I thought... maybe all my previous guesses were wrong. Does that mean I'm guaranteed to win from now on?"
However, when Tang San heard Tang Chuan say in a calm tone that they could begin, his heart still tightened slightly for some reason.
Because he had a vague feeling that Tang Chuan's Blue Silver Grass was not simple.
Could it be a mutation of the martial soul?
"Brother, be careful! My Blue Silver Grass isn't your average Blue Silver Grass; it's poisonous!" Tang San shouted, launching the first attack.
A flash of blue light appeared in his palm, and the Blue Silver Grass suddenly swelled up, leaping into the air like a living snake and shooting towards Tang Chuan opposite him.
The speed was so fast that it was almost a blur before it reached Tang Chuan's chest, which showed that Tang San had not held back in this attack.
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