Tang Xiaosan, spiritual skills?

Wang Teng slowly looked at the other person, his face filled with anger and murderous intent.

No one had ever dared to speak to him like that before.

Flames seemed to spurt from his eyes, and the long saber in his hand was plunged into the ground.

"Tang Xiaosan!"

He never expected that this fake expert would dare to challenge him.

If he remembered correctly, the last time this guy was carried away after just one encounter.

He actually still dared to provoke him?

Isn't this just asking for a beating?

"Grandpa is here!"

Tang Xiaosan's aura was not inferior to Wang Teng's.

He stood quietly in the center of the arena, looking at Wang Teng from a distance.

Tang Xiaosan's equipment had changed significantly, and he also had many light golden stars rotating all over his body.

He held a dazzling staff in his hand, and faint light flickered on the staff.

Wang Teng was so angry that his teeth itched:

"You glib-tongued trash, I hope your strength is as strong as your words."

"Stop your damn blabbering, just come at me!"

Tang Xiaosan kept shouting provocatively.

He seemed to not put Wang Teng in his eyes at all.

The surrounding spectators couldn't help but exclaim:

"This Tang Xiaosan, he's a bit too bold, isn't he?"

"What's Tang Xiaosan's background? How can he be so arrogant?"

"Anyway, looking at his equipment, he doesn't seem like an easy target."

"We, the onlookers, just need to watch the show."

...He moved!

Wang Teng moved, saber in hand!

The cold-gleaming long saber in his hand scraped across the ground, constantly emitting sparks... looking incredibly cool.

His posture was handsome, and his speed was fast!

The strong wind generated by his rapid charge blew up the dust on the ground.

"I want to see if you're really capable!"

After Wang Teng shouted, he raised his saber high and then brought it down fiercely.

It was aimed directly at Tang Xiaosan.

And at this moment.

Tang Xiaosan, however, didn't care at all; he gently waved his staff.

A bizarre scene appeared.

Centered around him, a spherical space with a radius of five meters appeared out of thin air. Within the spherical space, there seemed to be countless strands of silvery-white threads.

And the aggressive Wang Teng, upon entering that space, his figure suddenly froze.

Then his eyes suddenly began to glaze over.

He seemed to be disoriented, and the saber in his hand lost its target.

His entire being seemed to be under Mind Control.

At this moment.

Tang Xiaosan seemed to have anticipated this; he said confidently:

"Come, dance for Grandpa!"

At this moment.

A scene that made everyone drop their jaws appeared.

Wang Teng actually started dancing, swaying unsteadily.

"Everybody... get hyped!"

He kept shouting while dancing.

Although the dance was very cringe-worthy, Wang Teng seemed completely oblivious.

A chorus of discussions arose:

"Could Tang Xiaosan have learned some kind of mental-type skill?"

"Mental-type skill? Such skills are hard to find, aren't they?"

"I don't know, that Li Xunle, a Healer, even has poison skills, so it's reasonable for a mage to have mental-type skills, right?"

"I don't know about that; skills are all sorts of strange and wonderful things anyway."

At this moment.

Wang Teng's followers couldn't sit still.

When they saw Wang Teng making a fool of himself in public, their scalps went numb.

If Wang Teng woke up and found out about his appearance, he would surely explode with rage.

They immediately spoke in a panic:

"Tang Xiaosan, do you know you're playing with fire!"

"Quick, let go of my Brother Teng!"

"Otherwise, you'll be in for it!"

However, the few of them only knew how to talk big and didn't dare to rush forward.

They were afraid of ending up like Wang Teng.

Tang Xiaosan was completely unfazed:

"If I just start and stop a fight whenever I'm told, wouldn't I lose face?"

He paused, then looked around: "Do you all want to hear Wang Teng sing?"

The people around didn't dare to speak or make a sound.

Damn it, someone might be recording a video outside; who would dare to answer?

If Wang Teng came after them later, they wouldn't have a good time.

This Wang Teng had always been the school bully.

His family was rich and powerful, and no one dared to provoke him easily.

Even the hidden profession—Dragon Knight Wang Hao, who was also a rich second-generation, didn't dare to directly confront him.

Tang Xiaosan, however, completely disregarded them: "Sing a song for Grandpa!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Wang Teng stopped dancing and began to sing.

After only two lines, Tang Xiaosan covered his ears.

Damn it, that was really awful!

He regretted it!

He regretted telling him to sing.

"Damn it, shut up!" He couldn't help but say to Wang Teng:

"Last time you humiliated me, this time I humiliate you; that's fair, isn't it?"

He was very calm, seemingly not at all afraid of Wang Teng seeking trouble with him later... In the Hundred-Layer Demon Tower secret realm.

Li Xunle was resting quietly against the stone wall, completely unaware of what was happening at Fengchu Academy.

Of course, he didn't want to know either.

Zhao Hao, beside him, was stroking the equipment on his body with adoration:

"Big Brother, look at the stars on my body, aren't they super cool?"

Li Xunle glanced at him boredly:

"Cool is cool, but who here has worse equipment than you?"

After speaking, he reached into his pocket:

"Damn! No more gum!"

He pouted helplessly.

After fifteen days, even with rationing, their food would only last a few more days.

So they had to complete the dungeon within a few days.

Zhao Hao laughed awkwardly beside him:

"I really didn't expect that I could wear three- or four-star equipment. One piece of this equipment must cost tens of thousands, right?"

Xia Bingxue and Tan Huan, who were a few meters away, turned to look at Zhao Hao upon hearing this.

Tan Huan rubbed her temples and slowly spoke:

"Three-star starts at twenty thousand, four-star starts at thirty thousand, and five-star is priceless."

She carefully examined Zhao Hao:

"As for your entire outfit, I estimate it's worth at least fifteen hundred thousand and above."

Zhao Hao's face was full of surprise, and he immediately hugged Li Xunle's thigh:

"Big Brother, I'm a little embarrassed to be clinging to your thigh like this..."

Li Xunle looked disdainfully at Zhao Hao, who was flattering him:

"If you're embarrassed, then wear cheaper clothes."

Zhao Hao was stunned, then laughed heartily:

"Big Brother, why are we being so formal? After we get out, I'll treat you to my family's roasted chicken."

"Your family's roasted chicken?"

Li Xunle knew that Zhao Hao's mother was a chef, but he didn't expect her to also make roasted chicken.

Zhao Hao nodded mysteriously:

"Big Brother, how did you feel about the roasted chicken we ate last time?"

"It was good, the taste was excellent. Your mom roasted it?"

"Of course."

"Then why did you say 88 per chicken? Why didn't you just give it to me for free?"

"Big Brother, it's a small business, but don't worry, this time when we get out, you'll definitely get free roasted chicken."

"Really?" Li Xunle was half-convinced.

"Absolutely~"

Hearing this, Xia Bingxue, who was nearby, spoke cheerfully:

"Your Big Brother will be worth at least several million after this, and I'll get him a Xiasheng VIP card, so eating at high-end restaurants won't be very expensive."

Upon hearing about the Xiasheng VIP card, Zhao Hao's eyes lit up:

"Big Brother, when the time comes, remember to lend me that VIP card to buy a house!"

...Li Xunle was speechless.

This guy's calculations were incredibly precise.

Xia Bingxue, who was nearby, said softly:

"Speaking of which, Li Xunle owes me a little."

"What???" Li Xunle was bewildered.

When did he ever owe her anything?

He shouldn't have done anything inappropriate while drunk, right? After all, he had never even drunk alcohol.

Zhao Hao's eyes widened, looking at Li Xunle in disbelief:

"Big Brother, you... between you two..."