Douluo: I Can Choose My Own Soul Skills

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"Blue Silver Grass? How come he has the same spirit as Ye Lan?" Wang Sheng scratched his head suspiciously, then continued, "Doesn't matter what kind of grass you are, Little San. Spar with me. If you beat me, you'll be the boss of Dorm Seven."

"My name is Tang San, not Little San!" Tang San was extremely irritated by the nickname. In his previous life, that name was a term used for eunuchs.

Aside from his irritation, Tang San grew curious about Ye Lan. Besides me, can other people really cultivate with Blue Silver Grass? Didn't Teacher say it was a useless martial spirit?

Seeing that Tang San hadn't stopped organizing his belongings, the hot-tempered Wang Sheng shoved his shoulder without hesitation.

"I'm Wang Sheng. My martial spirit is Battle Tiger. Challenging the boss is a Dorm Seven tradition. No one gets to break the rules."

Already feeling annoyed for reasons he couldn't quite explain, Tang San paused when he heard Wang Sheng's challenge, ready to teach him a lesson.

Before Wang Sheng could react, Tang San swiftly stepped to his side. His right arm bent slightly, and his elbow shot out like a dagger, striking Wang Sheng hard in the right waist.

Wang Sheng grimaced in pain. "Hiss—!" After stabilizing his footing, he locked onto Tang San and lunged forward.

Like a starving tiger pouncing on prey, Wang Sheng launched at Tang San. But Tang San remained calm. He took a sliding step back with his right leg and turned his body to evade the tackle.

As Wang Sheng closed in, Tang San grabbed his right hand with both of his own. With a powerful twist of his legs, he flung Wang Sheng backwards. This was a Tang Sect grappling technique—Controlling Crane, Catching Dragon—perfectly executed with just the right timing and borrowed force.

Crash! Wang Sheng was hurled into a table with a loud bang. The scene instantly turned chaotic.

Enraged by the throw, Wang Sheng shot to his feet, fury blazing in his eyes. A yellow glow erupted from his head and enveloped his body. It was clear—Wang Sheng was now serious and ready to fight at full strength.

With only Tang San in his sights, Wang Sheng slammed his left foot into the ground and launched himself again. His right fist flew toward Tang San's face with full force.

Tang San's eyes flashed with a faint purple glow. After clearly observing Wang Sheng's movements, he intercepted with a punch straight to his opponent's wrist.

Though struck, Wang Sheng seemed unfazed by the pain. Instead, both of his hands turned into tiger claws, swiping fiercely toward Tang San.

His face contorted in fury, Wang Sheng was consumed by the fight—he was determined to teach Tang San a lesson, no matter what.

Quick to react, Tang San met the claws with both hands, firmly catching Wang Sheng's tiger-like grip.

Wang Sheng had assumed he held the advantage in strength. To his shock, Tang San's grip was ironclad. His fingers burned under the pressure of Tang San's vice-like hold.

Having firmly caught Wang Sheng midair, Tang San used the moment while Wang Sheng was still airborne and unable to exert force to throw him sideways again. Then he followed up with a powerful whipping kick, determined to give Wang Sheng a lasting lesson.

Just as Tang San was about to strike Wang Sheng mid-air with the whip kick, Ye Lan moved. In a blink, he appeared beside Wang Sheng, grabbed his shoulder, and yanked him out of the way—avoiding Tang San's sweeping kick.

If Wang Sheng had taken that hit, he likely wouldn't have recovered for days. Though Ye Lan had been living with the others in Dorm Seven for some time, he didn't want to see Wang Sheng suffer so severely.

After stabilizing Wang Sheng, Ye Lan looked at Tang San—who was a full two heads shorter than him. A surge of inexplicable anger flared in his heart. He ignored it and calmly spoke: "Was that really necessary? Did you have to go so hard? Judging by your skills, you don't strike me as someone who can't control his strength."

Unbothered, Tang San retorted, "I was holding back. Otherwise, Wang Sheng would've been disfigured. And who are you?"

Tang San was quite intrigued by Ye Lan's speed—appearing out of nowhere and rescuing Wang Sheng at just the right moment. It all happened in a flash.

Now safely behind Ye Lan, Wang Sheng finally snapped out of the shock. Still shaken, he tugged on Ye Lan's sleeve and said, "Ye Lan, I lost. Tang San really did go easy on me just now. From now on, Tang San is the boss of Dorm Seven."

Wang Sheng didn't want Ye Lan to end up in the same brutal fight. He gave Tang San a way out—an opportunity to let things end here.

At the time, Wang Sheng had no idea how strong Ye Lan really was. Ye Lan had always been gentle and low-key in Dorm Seven, never revealing his true power. Wang Sheng honestly believed Ye Lan wasn't even as strong as he was—let alone stronger than Tang San.

That's why he didn't want Ye Lan to clash with Tang San and risk taking a serious beating.

Ye Lan naturally understood the deeper meaning behind Wang Sheng's words. But under the influence of the nameless fire within him, he, who originally had no interest in this boss nonsense, now felt strangely intrigued.

Ye Lan patted Wang Sheng's shoulder, signaling that everything was fine.

"Tang San, my martial spirit is also Blue Silver Grass. If you want to become the boss of Dorm Seven, you'll need my approval first. I didn't challenge Wang Sheng the year I enrolled, but now that you've defeated him, it's only fair that I challenge you," Ye Lan said, suppressing the nameless fire within him and doing his best to speak calmly as he issued the challenge.

Tang San was also quite interested in Ye Lan, who shared the same martial spirit. He was curious to see how strong someone else with Blue Silver Grass could be.

More importantly, Tang San realized that the tradition of challenging the dorm boss seemed to be real—not just some excuse Wang Sheng had made up to provoke him. So, he accepted.

"Tang San, martial spirit: Blue Silver Grass. Innate full soul power, level ten!" Tang San proudly declared, affirming his status as a genius while formally responding to Ye Lan's challenge.

Ye Lan thought to himself, As expected of a chūnibyō world...

But outwardly, he replied honestly, "Ye Lan, martial spirit: Blue Silver Grass. Soul power level seven."

When Tang San heard Ye Lan's soul power level, a wave of smug satisfaction flashed through his mind. Teacher was right—I'm the only one on the Douluo Continent with innate full soul power for Blue Silver Grass.

Ye Lan, unaware of Tang San's internal thoughts, suddenly activated his soul power. It surged into his right leg, and in a blink, he appeared squarely in the center of Tang San's vision.

Tang San was startled by Ye Lan's speed. So fast! But he didn't hesitate. With ghost-like footwork, he shifted to the right using a technique from the Tang Sect—Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. This movement technique emphasized agility and unpredictability, making it hard for opponents to grasp where the next step would land.

Ye Lan watched calmly as Tang San slipped to his left, showing no signs of panic.

Old strength faded as new strength surged. He closed in on Tang San again without missing a beat.

Earlier, Ye Lan had used less than half his soul power on his legs. So, with only a slight increase and an overlay of fresh soul power, he adjusted his direction smoothly—maintaining not just speed, but also precision.

Thanks to three years of training in extreme soul power control techniques, Ye Lan had achieved a mastery over his soul energy that allowed him to manipulate it freely and intuitively—releasing or withdrawing it at will.

He didn't need to consciously calculate how much soul power to infuse into his legs to change direction swiftly. If he had to think about it, it would already be too late.

Ye Lan's nimble change of direction came entirely from his instinctive mastery of soul power.

(End of Chapter)