Soul Land (Spirit World)

The Great Expert III

"The Supreme Expert is truly 'incomparable', only, unparalleled in theory. Of course, he still had to put those theories to real practice. Director, I still remember the Great Expert having ten core Spirit competency theories, right. That's too ridiculous."

"Enough, the Great Expert is a friend of the dean. You can't make such a presumptuous evaluation. Although there is no proof that the theory is true, there is no one to prove the theory wrong. In the world of the Spirit, the Great Expert was indeed a brilliant and famous person. "

"Wrong, director, brilliant and famous clown should be right. Everyone just acted as if he was joking, nothing more."

Hearing the voice of the conversation inside, Tang San's footsteps paused for a moment, then he left. The corners of his mouth emitted a sense of disdain; certainly it was not aimed at the newly known temperature, but rather at the three Temperatures in the administrative office.

From a simple certificate he could see that he had twin spirits, and furthermore conclude that his other Soul was a formidable being, could it be just a joke?

Theory unequaled? Today, the greatest need is theory. The physical strength of a Temperature cannot be passed down to a disciple - what is inherited is knowledge. Those people did not understand this, even though they were the Temperature of the academy.

There was only one dormitory building, easy to find, where the students and the temperature of the academy lived. As Jack had said, the people who could become Spirit Experts were very few, and especially in a remote city like Nuoding. The number of students and the temperature was certainly not much, and one dormitory building could already bear it all.

The student dormitory has only seven rooms. Since the students of the Basic Spirit Master Teacher Academy were all relatively young, in order to better supervise them each year, the students lived together in a large dorm room. The number of students of the Nuoding Basic Level Spiritist Academy each year was only around forty people.

The lower three floors of the dormitory house housed seven student dormitory rooms, and each dorm room had a Temperature in charge.

This seven-room among seven student dormitories was an unusual place. The circumstances were also the most different: it was a place devoted to working students. After all, the academy was not a charity and although the tuition fees for working students were lowered, its care was not as good as those of ordinary students.

Room seven is also the only dorm with a mixed age, so no matter what class, all working students live here.

Just when Tang San reached the door of room number seven he could hear a loud noise from within. The door was open, so he walked over and looked inside.

This was a spacious room, over three hundred square meters. Inside, fifty beds lined up, but only a bed: and only eleven had a mattress to sleep on. Right now, inside were seven or eight twelve-year-old students making a fuss.

Tang San knocked on the door, and the children who were arguing inside immediately turned their gazes towards it. Among them, a relatively older child looked at Tang San with his clothes covered in patches, then walked towards him.

This child compared to Tang San was almost two heads taller, and this child's body was arguably tall and sturdy for a child his age. Walking in front of Tang San, she somewhat loomed over him and said:

"A freshly arrived working student?"

On Tang San's face was a smile with good intentions.

"Hello, I'm a student working from the village of the Holy Spirit."

"I am called Wang Sheng, my spirit is the future spirit of the war tiger. Also the head of this place. Whoa, what's your name? What's soul?"

"I am Tang San, my spirit is a blue silver grass."

Wang Sheng looked extremely shocked, the children in the dorm laughed out loud, looking at Tang San as if he was a fool.

Tang San was still smiling, though,

"Please, let me through, okay?"

Wang Sheng did not understand Tang San's words.

"Three little, I'm the boss here, after this you have to listen to me, understand?"

The smile on Tang San's face gradually disappeared.

"My name is Tang San, not the small three."

If the seniors called him little San, he wouldn't keep it in his heart, or if it was a form of well-intentioned calling, that wouldn't matter either, but the so-called boss before his eyes meant it to show him power.

Wang Sheng raised his hand to shove Tang San's shoulder, pushing him back a few steps.

"I call you Little Three, then what? Not satisfied?"

Tang San smiled, lightly shaking his head, putting the school uniform he had in his hands on the bed beside him, while Wang Sheng was a bit confused. Suddenly, Tang San disappeared from in front of him.

The other students clearly saw Tang San taking a very quick step, and suddenly was already on Wang Sheng's back. Without turning his head, his right arm curved upwards, one angled attack to Wang Sheng's waist, meanwhile, his right leg was also on Wang Sheng's right leg.

Wang Sheng could not even react. He had already completely fallen, bouncing through the open dormitory door. Fortunately the strength of his footwork was not bad, and fortunately he did not fall, otherwise he would fall with his face kissing the floor.

"Bad brat, you dare attack me?"

Wang Sheng, furious, pounced at Tang San by winking like a ferocious tiger.

Tang San hoped that when it came to staying in the academy he would not encounter much trouble, or at least live normally without any distractions. However, he thought he should give the 'boss' before him a little lesson. It's called 'killing chickens to warn monkeys'.

Looking passively as Wang Sheng pounced, directing a single blow to his stomach, Tang San did not retreat and instead advanced, taking steps to meet Wang Sheng. His steps were enough to place him in front of Wang Sheng, at the same time extending his left hand, right hand then. Completing simple but effective moves.

Wang Sheng only felt as if his waving right hand fist was being pulled by an overwhelming force, and the situation had unexpectedly changed. While that immense force came from Tang San's right hand, the legs underneath were enough to trap him, the body immediately flew out a second time. This time the balance was not well understood. Both of Tang San's simple hand gestures had already made use of the secret knowledge of the Tang sect's Ruling Stork Catching Dragon, taking advantage of Wang Sheng's own physical strength, plus his own physical strength. Wang Sheng immediately fell to the ground with a thud.