The aftermath of the impact was like a bomb going off. An explosive spray erupted from Tang San, instantly coating a three-meter radius around him. The shocking and grotesque scene left the entire audience completely stunned into silence.
What in the world was happening?
"What... What kind of show is this?!" one spectator stammered, his face a mask of disbelief.
People came to the Great Spirit Arena to watch intense battles between Spirit Masters, clashes of steel and spirit abilities. Never in the history of the arena had anyone witnessed a scene like this. The suddenness and sheer absurdity of it had a silencing effect on the crowd. The spectators, the other fighters waiting for their matches, and even the host on his platform were all frozen in place, unable to utter a single word.
"Is that... shit?" someone in the crowd finally whispered.
Although the voice was quiet, the arena was so unnervously still that the question carried through the air. Dozens, then hundreds, of people heard it clearly.
"Oh my god, it really is shit!" a spectator in the front row suddenly screamed. He clapped a hand over his mouth and nose and scrambled backward as if his life depended on it.
The smell had reached him. It was overpowering, explosive, and utterly foul. He had been to the Soto Spirit Arena countless times, but he had never encountered anything like this. His front-row seat, once a point of pride, now felt like the most dangerous place on the continent. If he had been any closer, he might have gotten a mouthful.
In an instant, the silence shattered, and the arena erupted into chaos. The spectators in the front rows jumped to their feet and fled, desperate to get away from the horrifying scene and the encroaching stench. Who would dare stay and watch? For all they knew, there was more to come. It was better to be safe than sorry.
However, most people didn't leave the arena entirely. Instead, they retreated to a safe distance at the back, where they gathered in excited groups, pointing and talking animatedly about the unbelievable event unfolding on the stage. Witnessing something like this was rarer than seeing two Titled Douluo face off in a one-on-one match.
From the moment of the explosion to the chaotic retreat of the audience, less than half a minute had passed.
It wasn't just the audience that was in an uproar. The other Spirit Masters waiting near the stage had also scattered, cursing loudly. Among them were the other students from Shrek Academy. They had gathered to watch Tang San's fight, but they never expected him to give them such a... memorable gift. It was a gift no one wanted.
Not a single one of them could hold back their disgust. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were shouting curses, insulting Tang San's ancestors with creative ferocity. The three girls—Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing—had expressions of pure disgust and revulsion on their faces. Their dislike for Tang San had now morphed into a deep, physical aversion. To do something so shameless in public was beyond comprehension.
In their minds, this had to be a deliberate tactic that Tang San had developed himself. While disgusting, it was undeniably effective, and there were no explicit rules in the Soto Spirit Arena that forbade a competitor from defecating on the stage. It was technically within the rules. They saw Tang San as the kind of person who would do anything to win. After suffering two consecutive losses, it wasn't surprising to them that he would resort to such a despicable method to secure his first victory. Even the usually calm and polite members of their group couldn't help but swear. What Tang San had done was simply inhuman.
If they weren't in the middle of the Great Spirit Arena, they might have rushed the stage to cut him down themselves. Then again, given the current state of the stage, attacking Tang San now would mean tainting their own spirit abilities. It was a classic case of injuring the enemy by a thousand while losing eight hundred yourself. It wasn't worth it.
From their seats in the stands, Flender and Zhao Wuji stared at each other, their eyes wide with disbelief. They simply couldn't process that Tang San, a student from their academy, would do such a thing in a public match. Flender's first impulse was to storm the stage and rip the Shrek mask off Tang San's face. He couldn't bear the thought of this shameless person being associated with Shrek Academy. If word got out, his reputation would be ruined.
With a dark expression, Flender turned his head and glared at Yu Xiaogang, who was still sitting beside him, looking equally dumbfounded. A terrible suspicion formed in Flender's mind: Yu Xiaogang must have taught Tang San this dirty trick. As the saying goes, like master, like disciple. Could this be a part of Yu Xiaogang's so-called "invincible theory"? Because, he had to admit, it was damn near invincible. If Tang San were to start rolling around on the ground now, not even a Titled Douluo would want to get near him. An opponent's high spirit power offered no defense against something like that.
Yu Xiaogang's mind was a complete blank. He could hear the shocked and disgusted chatter of the audience around him. His disciple, Tang San... had been beaten so hard that he'd lost control of his bowels.
"It must have been the meal we ate today," Yu Xiaogang suddenly muttered to himself, a wave of guilt washing over him as he pinpointed the source of the disaster. He himself had just returned from the bathroom. He had even praised Tang San for his strong constitution just minutes before. Now, this had happened.
A deep sense of guilt ignited in his heart. While he could be shameless at times, he wasn't this shameless. What happened today would undoubtedly have a huge impact on Tang San's future. As his teacher, he had to take responsibility.
Yu Xiaogang lifted his head and focused on the arena, his eyes narrowing slightly. The situation on the stage wasn't over. Normally, after such an explosive and outrageous incident, the match would have been stopped. But just now, Yu Xiaogang had seen Tang San move.
At that moment, Tang San had already accepted his reality. Things couldn't possibly get any worse. He completely let go of any concern for his image. His pants might be torn and soiled, but his mask was still on. As far as he was concerned, he was still fully armed.
Gritting his teeth, Tang San stomped his foot and decided to fight on. The staff of the Great Spirit Arena hadn't stopped the match, which meant it was still going!
"Blue Silver Grass, Bind!"
Several vines erupted from the ground at his feet, shooting towards the black-robed man at an incredible speed. However, this Blue Silver Grass was different from before. It was now coated in something else, adding a thick layer of psychological and nauseating attack on top of its physical binding ability. It could be said that its power had increased dramatically.
To escape the initial blast, the man in the black robe had leaped back, nearly jumping out of the ring himself. Fortunately, he had been fast enough to avoid the spray. But now, he was frozen in place, utterly stunned. He couldn't believe that his attack had literally knocked the shit out of his opponent. He had bragged about being able to do that before, but now he had actually achieved it. It turns out, you really can beat the crap out of people.