If it was just a coincidence the first time, then consecutively sending Wang San flying twice obviously wasn't that simple. The other children's eyes looking at Tang San suddenly underwent some changes.

  A low, husky growl that shouldn't have come from a child's throat emerged from Wang Sheng's mouth, and amidst the dim light, a faint yellow glow could be seen rising from his body. His body, which had been lying on the bed, suddenly sprang up, its speed and strength clearly not comparable to what it was before.

  Martial Soul. He activated the power of his Martial Soul. This thought flashed through Tang San's mind in a split second.

  But what about Wu Soul?

  Watching Wang Saint's hands grab towards his own shoulders, Tang San also raised his own hands, similarly forming claws, to meet Wang Saint's hands. His feet simultaneously pointed inward, knees slightly bent, making a standard horse stance of the Sheep-Looking-Backward style.

  Four hands clasped together. If what happened earlier was a display of skill, then the current situation had completely turned into a contest of strength. Two pairs of hands of different sizes were now grasping each other.

  Wang San was clearly enraged by Tang San, a hint of ferocity flashing across his face. At this moment, he had already used the power of his martial soul, War Tiger, although he also knew that he couldn't really hurt Tang San, but at least he wanted to use his strength to make this little devil who made him lose so much face kneel on the ground.

  Tiger claws exert force. Wang Sheng has every reason to believe that relying on his own strength, which ranks among the top five in the students, should be able to overwhelm this little kid with ease.

  But is it really so?

  Tang San may be slender, but he can swing a heavy hammer nearly a thousand times a day, so how could his strength be ordinary?

  At the same time as Wang San Piao's outburst, he clearly felt that those hands, which were obviously several sizes smaller than his own, were as hard as steel. In an instant, he was overpowered by a crushing force. Tang San's thumbs simultaneously applied force, and Wang San only felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, his soul power completely suppressed. Immediately afterwards, Tang San pulled him back with his hands.

  Wang San himself was pouncing down from the air, and Tang San's sudden backflip instantly made him lose his balance. He watched as Tang San's knee enlarged in front of him, and his heart suddenly cried out that something was wrong.

  Tang San's knee was heading straight for his nose, and Wang Sang knew that even if he didn't take into account Tang San's own strength, the weight of his body alone would be enough to crush his nasal bone. In this instant, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

  Just as he was about to overpower his opponent, Tang San's hands suddenly loosened. With the upper hand in terms of strength, he could naturally retreat at will. At the same time, his bent right knee suddenly straightened, and his right foot kicked Wang Sheng's chest.

  This was a kick with a short range of motion, but the instantaneous explosive power was absolutely not weak. Even if Tang San converted more of his kicking power into sending it out, it was still the same.

  The students in the dormitory saw Wang Hao's body make a high-difficulty move of a backflip in mid-air, and with a loud thud, he was already lying on the ground.

  Although the Tang Sect is famous for its hidden weapons, in reality, the Tang Sect's capture skills are also extremely formidable. It's just that the halo of hidden weapons is too dazzling and has covered it up. Controlling cranes and capturing dragons is not only a method of using force, but also an extremely overbearing capture technique. The moves that involve dislocating joints and bones are extremely vicious. Of course, Tang San wouldn't use this in such a situation.

  This time, Wang Saint fell heavily and struggled for half a day before getting up from the ground. His eyes were already filled with shock and anger as he looked at Tang San. No matter what, he was only a twelve-year-old child, and when facing someone stronger than himself, fear had to be greater than impulsiveness.

  Tang San picked up his school uniform, "Can you move now?"

  As Tang San walked towards him, Wang Sang subconsciously stepped aside to clear the path forward. Tang San then found a bed not far from the entrance and put his school uniform on it.

  "Little, oh no, Tang San, was that a soul skill you just used?" Wang Saint asked tentatively.

  "Soul Skill?" Tang San had heard this term before, "What is a Soul Skill?"

  Wang Sang rubbed his head and said: "It's just a skill used with the martial soul. However, your martial soul is really Blue Silver Grass?"

  He raised his right hand, and a faint blue light burst forth from his palm. Tang San was telling the students in the dormitory through his actions that he hadn't lied.

  Upon hearing the words "soul skill", the other students, although intimidated by Tang San's prowess, still gathered around, "Is that really a soul skill? It's so powerful, even Wang Saint can't match up to it."

  Tang San shook his head, "That's not a soul skill, just a combat technique. Don't we have any blankets here?"

  A student, not much older than Tang San, looked gloomy and said, "We're just work-study students, our tuition is already waived, where would we get quilts from? We all brought these from home. Otherwise, you can use mine first."

  "No need, thank you. I'll figure it out myself."

  Wang Sang walked up to Tang San, "Why did you hold back just now?" He had studied at the Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy for five years, and if he couldn't even see that Tang San's withdrawal was to avoid seriously injuring him, then it would have been a waste of his studies.

  Tang San calmly said: "We are classmates, not enemies."

  Wang Sheng's eyes flashed a complex light, "Sorry about earlier. Every work-study student who comes here has to face these things. We work-study students are already looked down upon by other students, so we must unite. I just hope you, the new one, can unite with us..."

  Tang San smiled and said: "So, you want to give me a warm-up match?"

  Wang Sheng's face turned red, and he revealed a few hints of a silly smile. "It was you who gave me a good start, though. You're really something else. You should be only six years old, right?"

  Tang San nodded slightly.