The torch flared, igniting and spreading like wildfire, illuminating a giant serpent's head hidden in the darkness.
The moment he saw the dark green serpent's head, the Great Master's heart sank, his face growing solemn. "A Manluo Snake over a century old!"
How could such a troublesome creature be on the outskirts of the Spirit Hunting Forest?
Only knowing the Manluo Snake was a snake and highly venomous, Tang San, while remaining vigilant, asked with confusion, "Teacher, are hundred-year-old spirit beasts very strong? Even you can't defeat them?"
The Great Master's brows furrowed. "It's not that I can't defeat it. It's because the Manluo Snake possesses extremely potent venom, not only causing paralysis but also severely damaging the body's nerves. It is one of the most terrifying poison-attribute spirit beasts. Especially its incredibly tough body, which ordinary blades and swords can barely wound. Only its mouth and eyes are weak points. But the Manluo Snake has always protected these two areas well, and its speed is incredibly swift. What's most terrifying is its aggression. It almost always attacks humans. Realgar powder may not be able to restrain it for too long; it's waiting for an opportunity."
As he spoke, the muscles in the arm holding Tang Sui tightened, and his calf muscles tensed, ready to exert force at any moment.
"Xiao San, Sui Sui, I'll teach you another theory." Staring into the Manluo Snake's scarlet, slit pupils, the Great Master, with his free hand, grasped Tang San's wrist. "More spirit rings, more spirit bones, go all out with your spirit skills and power. Fewer spirit rings, fewer spirit bones, just run. The 'rings' here refer to spirit rings, and 'bones' refer to spirit bones. I will explain spirit bones later. The point is, when your number of spirit rings and spirit bones significantly surpasses your opponent's, then you should, without hesitation, unleash your spirit skills and spirit power to attack with full force and utterly crush the enemy. And when your spirit rings and spirit bones are clearly fewer than your opponent's, then, do not hesitate, run immediately. Preserving your life is paramount. Dignity is always less important than your life. If this Manluo Snake were a ten-year spirit beast, we could fight it. But if it's a hundred-year-old one, we flee at once."
"Luo San Pao!"
"Teacher, it's not that complicated." As the Great Master was about to issue the command to activate his third spirit skill, Tang Sui, held in his arms, softly spoke. The fox masks, which had been circling them, paused, then, at the next moment, twisted with an eerie angle, aiming directly at the menacing Manluo Snake.
"Sui Sui?" The Great Master was confused, while Tang San, seeing the fox mask's movement, suddenly recalled that bloody night.
"Go."
Tang Sui raised her small hand and flicked her fair fingertips in the void. The fox mask facing the Manluo Snake shot out like a miniature projectile from a slingshot. It streaked through the air, leaving rapid afterimages in the eyes of the three, and slammed heavily onto the Manluo Snake's vital spot.
"Roar—!"
The sound of a snapping spine and searing pain washed over it. The Manluo Snake, its body broken in half, writhed and spasmed on the ground. Its triangular head slammed against the surrounding tree trunks, leaving deep indentations in the thick wood, demonstrating the immense pain it was enduring.
"This?!" A support-type martial soul can be used like this?!
The Great Master stared in astonishment at the fox mask, which, after casually smashing the Manluo Snake, floated into the air, looking down at the serpent's miserable state. Its fox eyes, adorned with a faint blush, seemed to mock the Manluo Snake's overestimation of itself, appearing incredibly bizarre.