Chapter 128: Wang Chen's Defeat and Punishment(PS Bonus)
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Seeing Tang San accept Wang Chen's challenge, Xue Qinghe sighed and then stared coldly at Wang Chen, saying, "If you lose, your relevant cultivation resources will be reduced by two-thirds."
Hearing this, Wang Chen's heart sank.
Reducing cultivation resources by half meant that in his future cultivation, he would not have any whalebone gum provided, and even some medicines for body training would be reduced.
"Also, if you win, your cultivation resources will also be reduced by half, just because you didn't follow my orders and challenged Master Tang San," Xue Qinghe continued.
This made Wang Chen's expression even uglier.
So, whether he wins or loses, he offends Qian Renxue and has to accept corresponding punishment?
What's so good about this kid?
Just because he looks a little better?
He's just a pretty boy!
"I'm willing to accept the punishment," Wang Chen said in a low voice, trying to calm himself down. Then he looked at Tang San. "Tang San, as a senior, I want to teach you one thing: without strength, don't try to attach yourself to nobles at will. You don't have the ability!"
So what if the other guy is not the original?
Who made him transmigrate into Tang San?
It's his own fault!
"I am Wang Chen, the personal bodyguard of His Royal Highness, a level thirty-nine close combat control-type assault soul master. Martial soul: Death Scythe. Specialized in harvesting weeds."
Hearing the word "weeds," a cold smile appeared at the corner of Tang San's mouth.
Mocking?
Do you have the qualifications?
Also—
A scythe cannot cut off the roots buried underneath.
"I am Tang San, favored by the people of the continent, with the title of 'Master.' Martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, level forty-one, an all-around support-type soul master." Tang San released the Blue Silver Emperor. The crystal-clear Blue Silver Emperor emerged from his hand like a natural work of art. At its center, there was a fruit-like orb, swirling with golden and silver colors, extremely peculiar.
As the Blue Silver Emperor appeared, the surrounding plants trembled slightly, as if welcoming their plant emperor, especially the Blue Silver Grass, which grew rapidly.
"Your Highness, could you please be the referee?" Tang San looked at Xue Qinghe.
"No problem," Xue Qinghe replied with a smile. "We can start now."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Chen swung a scythe carrying a breath of death towards Tang San, while the third soul ring on Wang Chen's body also lit up.
In an instant, the scythe emitted a black aura, adhering to the blade, and friction with the air produced a faint sound.
This third soul skill came with poison!
It could even corrode the air!
However, Tang San didn't dodge or evade. He wrapped his left hand with the Blue Silver Emperor and firmly caught the handle of the scythe.
At this moment, the blade of the Death Scythe was only one centimeter away from Tang San's head, but no matter how hard Wang Chen exerted force or applied soul power, he couldn't make any further progress.
"This is impossible! Even if you are a Soul Ancestor, your strength shouldn't be so much higher than mine!" Wang Chen exclaimed, disbelief in his tone.
"So, do you think the title of 'Master' in my martial soul theory is self-proclaimed?" Tang San clenched his right fist, stepped forward, and suddenly struck his shoulder with his shoulder, delivering a powerful blow to his abdomen.
Bang!
A surge of Qi and blood burst out from behind Wang Chen, breaking open his clothes, and even sent Wang Chen flying more than twenty meters away before he barely stopped.
However, at this moment, Wang Chen felt all the soul power in his body become chaotic, and his internal organs churned.
"Pu—"
With a sweet sensation in his throat, Wang Chen couldn't hold back any longer and spurted out a mouthful of blood, kneeling on the ground and unable to rise again.
Just one move!
With just one move, Tang San defeated Wang Chen, and he didn't even use a soul skill!
Xue Qinghe knew Wang Chen's strength very well, but now, even Tang San's single punch was too much for him to bear. It truly shocked him. After all, Wang Chen, despite being only level thirty-nine, could compete with higher-level Soul Ancestors!
However, he lost to Tang San, and it was a defeat in a single move.
"Tang Xiong, with such strength, you must have suffered a lot, right?" Xue Qinghe approached Tang San, showing concern, ignoring Wang Chen, who was lying on the ground, unable to get up, and even spitting blood.
"It's just a fluke," Tang San shook his head, walked to Wang Chen's side, and the Blue Silver Grass appeared in his hand. Activating his first soul skill, Endless Healing, he healed Wang Chen's injuries.
This gave Xue Qinghe an impression: kind and generous.
Despite the provocation from Wang Chen just now, Tang San, after defeating him, could overlook past conflicts and help him recover. Isn't that a kind of magnanimity?
However, Tang San didn't completely heal Wang Chen. He stopped releasing the soul skill when he saw that he could stand up, and then said to Xue Qinghe, "Your Highness, in the future, just call me Tang San. The previous words were just a joke. After all, I am just a commoner, a weed on the ground, unable to approach the brilliance of a prince like you."
"Tang San, I'm not..."
"Your Highness, I'm a bit tired, so I'll take my leave." Tang San sighed slightly, then turned around, leaving only a declining figure for Xue Qinghe.
"Tang..."
Xue Qinghe wanted to catch up, but didn't know how to explain. Should he say that Wang Chen was looking for trouble on his own, and it had nothing to do with him, the prince? Or that he, as the prince, wanted to test Tang San?
Moreover, as a prince, he needed to consider his identity and couldn't catch up.
The more he thought about it, the angrier Xue Qinghe became, and he clenched his fists, his soul power surging. He struck Wang Chen, who was bowing to him, with a palm.
"Cough!"
This angry blow from Xue Qinghe was without restraint, far exceeding the level of a Soul Douluo. It directly nullified Tang San's healing, and even added injuries. If not treated in time, it might even affect Wang Chen's innate talent for cultivation.
"Who allowed you to act on your own and challenge Tang San?" Xue Qinghe's face was frosty. It was fortunate that there was no one nearby, or others would witness the furious side of the Crown Prince.
"Your Highness, I just..."
"Smack!"
Xue Qinghe delivered another palm strike through the air, hitting the opponent's face. It even shattered three teeth.
"As a guard, you dare to talk back?"
Seeing the raging Xue Qinghe, Wang Chen became frightened. Worried that the other party might accidentally kill him in a fit of rage, he quickly propped up his body and knelt down, not daring to lift his head.
Seeing this, Xue Qinghe suppressed some of his anger and said, "From now on, your cultivation resources will be reduced by seventy-five percent. As long as the relationship between me and Tang San doesn't improve, your treatment won't be restored. Also, if you dare to trouble Tang San again, I won't mind disabling you."
"But I have full soul power from birth," Wang Chen raised his head suddenly, full of unwillingness.
"And then? Apart from full soul power from birth, what else do you have?" Xue Qinghe questioned, "The Spirit Hall is not lacking in people with extraordinary talents. Among the current Golden Generation, how do you compare to any of them?"
"Put away your little schemes. Just because you have some talent, doesn't mean you can look down on others."
"Also, if you have any illusions about me, you don't have the qualifications."
With that, Xue Qinghe left the scene, thinking about how to reconcile his relationship with Tang San...
...
Nuoding City.
A figure in a black robe came to the entrance of the Nuoding Academy, inquiring about Tang San's whereabouts...
(End of chapter)