Chương 15: You have no fighting ability, don't go to your death!

After struggling for a while, Yu Xiaogang finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You... you're just making excuses! Although both Guzhu and Lanyincao are plants, they are fundamentally different..."

Su Chen tilted his head and said calmly, "What's the difference? Aren't they all plants? Aren't they all ten years? According to the master's theory, a ten-year soul ring is gentle, strengthens the foundation, and is suitable for everyone."

"That... that's different!" Yu Xiaogang exclaimed anxiously, his face turning bright red.

"Guzhu is Guzhu, and Blue Silver Grass is Blue Silver Grass! Their martial soul characteristics are completely different! They can't be confused!"

"Oh." Su Chen nodded, feigning sudden understanding.

"So, Master means that even with plant-based martial souls, each case needs to be analyzed individually?"

"Yes!" Yu Xiaogang finally found a foothold.

"That's exactly what I mean!"

"The difference between the Ancestral Dragon and the Blue Silver Grass is even greater," Su Chen said calmly.

"Why did you advise Tang San that the higher the age, the better, but you advised me to get a ten-year soul ring? Both are specific cases, so isn't your analysis a bit too double-standard?"

Yu Xiaogang was choked speechless, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

Tang San stopped laughing and looked at Yu Xiaogang with a complex emotion in his eyes.

He suddenly felt that what the master was saying was becoming increasingly illogical.

Moreover, he discovered something—every time Su Chen argued with the master, the master would find himself on the defensive.

It wasn't that Su Chen spoke loudly, but rather that his logic was so clear that every word he uttered hit the nail on the head.

The logic of a master always circles back to "I am right because I am a master".

Tang San sighed silently in his heart.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his last shred of dignity. He straightened his robe, put on a stern face, and said in a reprimanding tone:

"Alright, alright, enough of this nonsense. Su Chen, listen or don't, I'm doing this for your own good. Don't blame me if you get stuck at level 20 and can't climb any higher."

Su Chen didn't say anything more. He figured a few words to an idiot would be enough to pass the time.

If you keep talking, do you really think I'm brainless?

On the edge of a damp swampy area on the outskirts of the Soul Hunter Forest.

The air was filled with the smell of humus, and the fallen leaves on the ground felt soft and spongy underfoot, as if you might sink into them at any moment.

Luo Sanpao walked at the front, its round body struggling to move through the bushes. Suddenly, it stopped.

"Waaaaah—" Luo Sanpao let out a sharp bark, his pale purple fur stood on end, and his body trembled violently. He refused to take another step forward.

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically.

"Oh no! A powerful soul beast!"

Before he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the bushes about ten meters ahead.

The sound grew louder and closer, as if some enormous creature was moving through the grass.

Tang San subconsciously gripped the hidden arrow tightly, his palms sweating.

Su Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his soul power began to circulate within his body.

"hiss--" A low hissing sound came from behind the bushes, carrying a pungent, fishy stench.

Immediately afterwards, a huge, emerald-green snake shadow slowly slid out.

It was a giant snake over four meters long, its entire body covered in purplish-black scales, each scale the size of a baby's palm, gleaming with a cold, eerie luster in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.

"A datura snake!" Yu Xiaogang's pupils constricted sharply, his voice trembling.

"Judging by its size... at least four hundred years old! Run! This level of datura snake is extremely venomous; we're no match for it!"

He instinctively took two steps back, grabbed Tang San's arm with one hand, and pulled Su Chen with the other.

Tang San stumbled a step after being pulled, but his eyes remained fixed on the giant snake.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, turned around abruptly, and waved his hands: "Luo Sanpao, your farts are like thunder—earth-shattering!"

Luo Sanpao charged forward with a "woo-woo" sound, his round body suddenly crouching down, his rear end facing the mandrake snake—

"Bang!"

A cloud of yellow gas, carrying a pungent sulfurous smell, spewed out from Luo Sanpao's body and enveloped the Datura snake.

However, after the yellow gas enveloped the datura serpent, it merely shook its head, a hint of annoyance flashing in its vertical pupils.

The snake's tail swept out suddenly, striking Luo Sanpao with a "smack".

"Awooo—" Luo Sanpao let out a scream as his round body was flung away like a ball, rolling several times on the grass before stopping. He kicked his four legs in the air, unable to get up for a long time.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale: "It's useless... Soul skills are ineffective against it..."

He panicked completely, turned to run, and grabbed Tang San and Su Chen as he ran, shouting, "Run! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!"

Tang San was dragged along for a couple of steps before suddenly breaking free from Yu Xiaogang's grasp.

"Teacher, we can't run! It's faster than us!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, raised his left wrist, and aimed it at the head of the Datura snake.

His hidden arrows are among the finest of the Tang Clan's concealed weapons, crafted from high-quality steel, with extremely powerful mechanisms capable of piercing iron plates at close range.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three silent sleeve arrows shot out from the air, moving so fast they were almost invisible to the naked eye, and aimed precisely at the head of the mandala snake.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

A crisp metallic clanging sound rang out.

The hidden arrow struck the scales of the datura snake, sending up a few sparks before bouncing weakly and falling into the grass.

Tang San was stunned.

He stared wide-eyed at the scales on the head of the datura snake, not even a white mark was left.

"What?! It can't even break through the defenses?!"

His hidden arrow is one of the most basic concealed weapons of the Tang Clan, but its power is enough to pierce through iron plates.

However, when the needle struck the scales of the datura snake, it felt like tickling the giant snake.

The mandrake was enraged.

It opened its gaping maw, revealing two rows of inward-curving venomous fangs, and lunged at Tang San.

The snake slithered across the ground at an astonishing speed, stirring up a foul stench.

"Tang San!" Yu Xiaogang shouted anxiously, reaching out to pull Su Chen along.

"Su Chen, run! Your foundation is destroyed, you have no fighting power left! Don't throw your life away!"

He shook off Yu Xiaogang's hand and took a step forward.

This step, though small, carries an undeniable determination.

Golden light burst forth from his body, and a deep and majestic dragon roar echoed across the swamp.

Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul, Possession!

The phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon appeared behind him, its dragon eyes looking down, its dragon might permeating the air.

A purple spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, slowly circling his body, its purple luster dazzling in the sunlight.

The datura snake's body suddenly stiffened.

Fear surged like a tide in its eerie green vertical pupils.

Dragons – the supreme beings of all beasts.

Snakes naturally have a hierarchical advantage over dragons.

This suppression has nothing to do with soul power or level; it is an instinctive fear etched deep in one's bloodline.

Su Chen didn't release any soul skills, but just by relying on the aura of his martial soul, he slowed down the Mandragora Snake's movements by three points.