Tang San took a few deep breaths to calm his excitement before charging toward Lu Feng.
"Good timing!" Lu Feng immediately counterattacked, closing the distance in an instant and launching a punch.
Tang San didn't dare to take it lightly. He twisted his body to dodge and simultaneously struck out with his palm, colliding directly with Lu Feng's fist.
Bang! Bang, bang! Their fists and feet intertwined, creating a series of dull thuds.
The children stood there dumbfounded, forgetting to cheer for a moment.
Daxiong nudged Wang Sheng with his elbow. "Brother Sheng, are they really only six years old?"
"You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?" Wang Sheng impatiently brushed off his hand and focused intently on the fight.
His martial soul was the Battle Tiger, a power-type. He had some knowledge of combat skills, and from his perspective, the techniques these two were using were even more exciting than what their teachers demonstrated during combat class!
"These two don't seem like work-study students at all. They're more like the heirs of some major clans," Wang Sheng thought.
The fight between the two continued for over ten minutes.
Suddenly, Lu Feng's gaze sharpened. At the moment his right hand touched Tang San's palm, he reversed his grip and locked Tang San's wrist, using the latter's own strength to swing his body outward.
Caught off guard, Tang San lost his balance and was sent crashing toward the bed frame.
At the last second, Tang San planted his right foot twice on the ground, spun his body midair, and landed back-first against the bed frame, neutralizing most of the force.
"That was… Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon!"
Tang San stared at Lu Feng in disbelief.
"No, wait… It's a bit rougher than that technique. It's just a basic force redirection skill."
He quickly figured out what Lu Feng had done, but even with understanding, the shock didn't fade.
"When did he learn that? Could it be—during our fight just now?!"
In his past life, Tang San had heard of martial geniuses—fighters who grew stronger as they fought, breaking limits mid-battle and reaching unparalleled strength.
For those people, martial arts techniques weren't even important. Learning styles was as easy for them as eating or drinking—sometimes just a few glances were enough to master a move.
Suddenly, Tang San recalled something his father said not long ago: that Lu Feng's hammer technique was better than his own. Back then, he thought his father was just making excuses to beat him. But now, he could no longer underestimate this boy from his village.
Maybe… geniuses really do exist in this world.
"Seems like I should spar with Lu Feng more in the future, build a closer relationship. After all, we're both from the same village," Tang San thought.
Lu Feng, of course, had no idea what Tang San was thinking. If he did, he would've simply smiled and shrugged it off.
Genius?
Nope. I'm just a regular cheater.
Looking at the colorful fragments before him, Lu Feng was already struggling to suppress his excitement.
Obtained black-grade technique fragment: [Xuan Tian Technique] ×1
Obtained black-grade technique fragment: [Purple Demon Eye] ×1
Obtained purple-grade technique fragment: [Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track] ×1
Obtained purple-grade technique fragment: [Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon] ×1
Obtained purple-grade technique fragment: [Mysterious Jade Hand] ×1
"Hahaha! I hit the jackpot!"
After collecting the fragments, Lu Feng quickly checked his 'Inventory.'
Technique Fragments:
White: [Basic Meditation Technique ×1]
Purple: [Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track ×4], [Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon ×4], [Mysterious Jade Hand ×3], [Hidden Weapons Encyclopedia ×1]
Black: [Xuan Tian Technique ×1]
"Disassemble," Lu Feng commanded mentally, breaking down the excess [Xuan Tian Technique] fragments.
A moment later, a black glow appeared in the warehouse.
Technique Light Points: Black ×1
Lu Feng speculated that higher levels of [Xuan Tian Technique] existed beyond the current version. After all, it originated from a Daoist classic—possibly even the foundation of the Dao De Jing itself.
By collecting more fragments, disassembling them into light points, and leveling up, Lu Feng believed that he could eventually upgrade [Xuan Tian Technique] to even higher tiers.
He had already collected seven [Purple Demon Eye] fragments—just three more to synthesize the full technique.
As for the rest of the Tang Sect techniques, he still had a long way to go. But as long as Tang San remained at the academy, Lu Feng was confident he'd collect them all.
Even the white fragments dropped by random onlookers weren't beneath him. Lu Feng scooped them all up.
He'd always been frugal—never wasted a grain of rice. Why waste fragments?
"So, Tang San… still want to go another round?" Lu Feng asked.
To him, the battle's result didn't matter. The real reward was collecting fragments.
But over time, the fragments from Tang San and the crowd began to dwindle.
Lu Feng figured that fragment drops probably had a cooldown and couldn't be farmed continuously. So, there was no point in dragging out a meaningless fight.
Tang San didn't respond right away.
He silently circulated [Xuan Tian Technique]. He still had 30-40% soul power left. Admitting defeat now would leave a sour taste.
But…
He looked down at his hands.
[Mysterious Jade Hand] had already worn off due to prolonged combat. If he continued at full force, he risked damaging his meridians.
After all, Mysterious Jade Hand was an auxiliary alchemy skill, not a combat technique.
"Should I use hidden weapons?" Tang San hesitated.
This was a sparring match, not a life-or-death duel.
The sleeve darts were his trump card. He didn't want to reveal them casually.
More importantly, even if he did use them, he wasn't confident they'd work. That image of Lu Feng slashing on the hilltop was still deeply etched into his memory.
Lu Feng saw Tang San's silence and guessed what he was thinking.
In the original story, Tang San was a stubborn guy—admitting defeat was harder for him than dying.
"We've been going at it for a while. How about we call it a draw?" Lu Feng said with a smile.
"…Okay," Tang San replied, visibly relieved.
"Hahaha! That means our dorm has two bosses now!" Wang Sheng stepped up, laughing heartily.
The others chimed in:
"Yeah! Two mighty bosses!"
"Let's see those stuck-up nobles mess with us now!"
"If you ask me, Lu Feng and Tang San should just run the whole academy!"
As the group laughed, a crisp voice came from outside. "Is this Dorm Seven?"
Everyone turned to the door—and froze.
A girl stood at the entrance, blinking her large eyes. Seeing no one respond, she glanced at the Dorm Seven plaque above the door and flashed a sweet smile.
"Hi! My name is Xiao Wu—as in dancing!"
Lu Feng raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. Even though she was still a child, she clearly had the makings of a beauty.
Tang San quickly stood up and walked toward her. "Hi… I'm… I'm Tang San. I'm… uh… half the boss here."
Pfft! Lu Feng couldn't help laughing.
Oh, so Mr. Straight-laced Tang San can't even talk properly around a girl?
Half the boss?
Watching Tang San stumble and Xiao Wu confidently puff out her chest and pout, Lu Feng knew—yep, he's done for.
Sure enough, like in the original story, they sparred and Tang San fell under the charm of her little shorts.
Lu Feng could only shake his head the entire time.
And that line—"My martial soul is food for yours…"
Lu Feng really wanted to point at him and shout: Ptui! You just wanna be eaten by her, you perv!
You're lusting after her body, you filthy little simp!