Tang San and Dai Mubai's faces flushed red instantly. They felt the sting of contempt.
Beside them, Yu Tianheng clenched his fists tightly. As the direct heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yang Yunhai's words made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Yang Yunhai, you will pay for your arrogance!" Tang San's expression darkened. He turned to look at Oscar and Ning Rongrong.
Oscar understood immediately and raised his hand, about to throw out the recovery sausage.
'Shameless! If you have guts, come fight one-on-one!' Ning Rongrong was unwilling, but still raised the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand.
Swish—
A gap suddenly opened in the vine wall at their side, and a shadow darted out. The two of them froze instantly.
Claws pressed against their throats—sharp ones.
"So fast!" In the viewing stands, the other academy teams' members were all shocked, and quickly turned to look at their own agility-attack soul masters.
"Don't look at me, I'm useless!" someone said dead serious.
"Come on, how do I compare with someone who has a 10,000 year fourth soul ring? I'm desperate too!" another muttered in protest.
The auxiliary soul masters all felt a chill at their necks, subconsciously shrinking their shoulders.
Bang! Bang!
The soul tool amplifiers echoed two sharp sounds, and Ning Rongrong and Oscar collapsed onto the ground.
'So fast!' They didn't even have time to react, the vine walls were too close on both sides. Tang San's face sank.
Then he saw Zhu Zhuqing glance at Ma Hongjun, who was lying on the ground with the petrification wearing off, and she delivered a swift kick straight to his neck.
Tang San stayed silent, turning his gaze back to the front.
"Hiss!" Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai suddenly felt stabs of pain in their thighs. Nausea, dizziness, and discomfort rushed over them, chills crawling up their spines.
"Poison! When?" The two of them widened their eyes, snapping their gazes up at Dugu Yan standing atop the vine dragon's head.
She raised her hand and snapped her fingers lightly. Immediately, they felt something within their trouser legs dissipate.
Thud! Thud!
Their hearts pounded violently, sweat broke out across their foreheads, their bodies went weak, and they both dropped to one knee.
Tang San's expression darkened even further.
"Well then, will you admit defeat?" Yang Yunhai smiled faintly, his tone gentle, without the slightest hint of mockery.
But to Tang San, it sounded no different than the other party crooking a finger arrogantly and saying, "Come at me! If you can't beat me, then surrender, waste!"
It was an outright provocation.
He could not tolerate this. He would never allow himself to lose to Yang Yunhai again.
Back then, the two of them had graduated from Nuoding Academy together. He was born with full innate spirit power and carried Tang Sect's secret arts. Yang Yunhai was a grassroots orphan with only 0.5 innate spirit power. When they were about to graduate, his soul power was already rank 29, while Yang Yunhai had barely broken through to Soul Grandmaster. The gap between them was like heaven and earth. Yet now, Yang Yunhai had caught up and surpassed him in every way.
Cultivation and martial soul strength, surpassed because of Immortal Herbs. But even his comprehension surpassed him—this was unbearable!
'If it weren't for the rule that prohibits hidden weapons in the tournament, how could Yang Yunhai ever be my opponent?' His heart burned with frustration.
But now, how could he win!?
He couldn't use hidden weapons. His Blue Silver Grass martial soul was useless!
For the first time, he began to feel that choosing Blue Silver Grass first was a mistake. Without Immortal Herbs evolving it like Yang Yunhai, it was nothing more than a waste martial soul. Yang Yunhai's comprehension was indeed impressive, but without the extreme toughness granted by the Immortal Herbs, he might not have been able to stand against him—even if he was now a Soul Ancestor, one rank higher.
After all, he still had the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record and many hidden techniques unused.
'Martial Soul… Martial Soul… Unbidden,' his mind went to his second martial soul—the one famed as the strongest strength-based tool-type martial soul on the continent, the one with unmatched explosive power, that countered most tool-type martial souls.
Yang Yunhai's Blue Silver Grass was also a tool-type martial soul.
'Since Blue Silver Grass won't work, then I'll switch! With absolute power, I'll crush everything in my way!'
Thinking this, Tang San's gaze calmed, and he said lightly: "Admit defeat? Yang Yunhai, you're the one underestimating me!"
"My teammates have already lost their ability to fight. How about you let them leave the stage first?"
Yang Yunhai raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly. "Alright."
With a wave of his hand to his chest, he pulled out a porcelain bottle and tossed it to Tang San. "This is the antidote. Give it to them."
Tang San didn't waste words. He caught it lightly and walked quickly to Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai, uncapping it and shaking out the pills.
"Leave the rest to me. You two take the others down first." He handed them the antidote as he spoke.
The two exchanged glances, then nodded slightly. They swallowed the antidote quickly.
Soon, their pale complexions regained some color, and their strength returned. Yu Tianheng looked back once at Yang Yunhai, and a complex light flashed in his eyes. Yang Yunhai was still the same—upright, unafraid of challenge.
He thought of Dugu Yan and his second grandfather's words. His loose tongue… Although it was for his own side, he had indeed leaked Yang Yunhai's information.
A flicker of shame surged within him. Lowering his head, he quietly walked away.
Dai Mubai shot Yang Yunhai a resentful glare but followed as well.
"Yan Yan, Zhuqing, you two step down too." Yang Yunhai's voice rang out again.
'Yan Yan…' Yu Tianheng's whole body stiffened at the familiar nickname. He turned his head toward Dugu Yan, only to see her gaze fully fixed on Yang Yunhai, obediently nodding. Realization struck, and he quickly turned back, his steps suddenly heavy.
'So Dugu Bo really succeeded in this…' In the VIP seats, Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered.
It was both good news and bad news. The former for the sect, the latter for his daughter Rongrong.
On the stage, Zhu Zhuqing nodded lightly and walked quickly toward Dugu Yan, who had already leapt down.
As she brushed past Dai Mubai, his fists clenched tightly, his face full of unwillingness.
"One-on-one, fair and square!" Yang Yunhai nodded faintly. Raising his hand, he dispersed all the vines, the vine dragon, and the Blue Silver Grass around them.
Tang San's expression was cold as he stood quietly waiting.
The viewing stands stirred.
"This Tang San really knows how to posture." In the Blazing Academy team's seats, one student sneered.
"What's Yang Yunhai thinking? He's actually giving Tang San a chance at a duel," Huo Wushuang muttered.
"Or maybe… he wants to repay his grudge openly and make Tang San lose face?" another teammate suggested. "Didn't the leader say before, Tang San once used man-made hidden weapons to injure Yang Yunhai and the others in the Great Spirit Arena?"
"Now, with all these people watching, if Tang San gets beaten flat after being given this chance, wouldn't he lose all face?"
"So then, why is Tang San still pretending? Does he really think, as a Soul Elder, he can defeat a Soul Ancestor?"
The team members murmured among themselves.
Then, before everyone's eyes, Tang San withdrew his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. He raised his right hand and grasped.
A small black hammer appeared.
(End of Chapter)
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