Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Yang Yunhai flicked his wrist, a bolt of lightning flashing forth. The sea of vines before him instantly exploded into ash.
Their gazes locked. Yang Yunhai's lips curved faintly, his eyes shifting to the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hands.
"Martial Soul True Body, not bad—better than I expected." His tone suddenly shifted. "No wonder you've been devouring so many soul beasts lately."
Outside the arena, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed sharply, but he quickly forced it calm again.
Ning Fengzhi's brow twitched slightly, though his face remained composed.
"Empty accusations. Yang Yunhai, is your only skill wagging your tongue?" Tang San's face was cold as he strode forward, steps steady.
In the next instant, his speed suddenly surged—Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!
"You want to silence me by killing me?" Yang Yunhai raised an eyebrow, standing unmoving. "Unfortunately, you don't have the qualifications."
"The moment you chose the shortcut of devouring life to cultivate, you lost those qualifications."
"Tang San, you may fool others, but you can't fool me. We've fought too many times—I know your abilities and cultivation clearly. And don't forget…"
"I'm a physician. The moment we cross hands, reading your condition is child's play. At the end of the preliminaries, you had just broken through rank 40. But by the time of the promotion matches, your soul power had already reached rank 45."
"Don't you think that's a little… fast?"
The faces of the spectators shifted at once. Even Bibi Dong frowned.
Tang San's expression remained unchanged. Mid-run, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hands swelled to three meters long, the dark-golden hammer whistling as it smashed toward Yang Yunhai.
Crackle—Yang Yunhai's foot sparked with lightning as his body flickered like a phantom, leaping out of range.
"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track?" Tang San froze, fury blazing in his eyes.
Yang Yunhai had stolen his Tang Sect technique. To Tang San, that was a death sentence.
"Enough nonsense!" Tang San snapped coldly, swinging the Clear Sky Hammer in a barrage of Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer strikes.
Yang Yunhai's golden eyes gleamed as he easily dodged, his voice calm. "Is that so? Then how about this—after the match, let the elders present investigate us both? To prevent claims that I've abused my second soul skill to absorb, I'm willing to undergo inspection at the same time. Let's see you explain why your Blue Silver Grass vines and Eight Spider Lances suddenly grew so much stronger in such a short time. And your martial soul's poison—why did it intensify so much?"
"All your opponents have felt the difference."
"And your Clear Sky Hammer—why did it suddenly sprout blood-red patterns?"
"Tang San, you've left too many flaws exposed." Yang Yunhai dodged smoothly, his tone mild.
"On the way to Spirit City, where did you go? Where did Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang vanish to? I'd say… to help you hunt soul beasts."
"From the end of the preliminaries to now—nearly three months. I'd wager you devoured hundreds of soul beasts. Mostly poison-type ones, right? That would explain your sudden poison enhancements."
"Nonsense!" Tang San growled, quickly recalling his Clear Sky Hammer and releasing his Blue Silver Grass.
The Clear Sky Hammer was mighty, but too heavy. Yang Yunhai had evaded every strike with ease. Tang San wasn't foolish—switching tactics, he slapped his chest and summoned Blue Silver Grass to form vine armor, entwining it with the Eight Spider Lances. His hands gleamed jade as he hurled a flurry of barbed spikes, while the Eight Spider Lances lunged alongside.
Thud, thud, thud—the barrage struck Yang Yunhai's vine armor and lightning spear, blocked cleanly.
"Lightning Storm!"
Yang Yunhai erupted with golden arcs, lightning snakes writhing as twin vine-serpents lunged forward.
"Damn it!" Tang San cursed, retreating swiftly with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
"Debating, is it?" Yang Yunhai smirked. "I don't care. The ones who'll suffer aren't me."
"Those you stabbed with your Eight Spider Lances—your spirit bone comes from the Man-Faced Demon Spider, a devourer of life. Those pierced by it…" he drew out the words, "lose some of their life force. Light cases mean severe illness. Heavier cases—crippled cultivation."
"Perhaps we should gather all the tournament competitors later and… check their health. Thunderclap Academy's students, for instance—you poisoned them with your mist, then 'kindly' drew the toxins out with your Eight Spider Lances. Twice."
In the stands, Yu Tianheng's face shifted sharply as his gaze snapped to Tang San.
Tang San's forehead veins bulged, his teeth grinding. "Shut your mouth!"
"Third soul skill, Spider Web Restraint!" Blue light shot upward, countless vines erupting around Yang Yunhai.
Yang Yunhai stood calmly, letting the vines enclose him. Through the gaps, his voice drifted out. "Tang San, there's one thing you might not know. The one who sneaked into Heaven Dou Royal Academy was your father—Tang Hao."
"I already said my evolved martial soul grants special perception. Yu Tianheng could have told you that. But your father… didn't know."
"What?" Qian Renxue's brows shot up. Bibi Dong and Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed.
Hearing his father named, murderous fury surged in Tang San's chest. "Fourth soul skill, Blue Silver Poison Mist!"
"And when he came the second time, I deliberately pretended not to see." Yang Yunhai's voice echoed through the vines as golden lightning suddenly burst forth, shattering the entanglement. Poison mist coiled around his upright figure as he continued, "I let him steal my training research—the facility the three education committee members built in Heaven Dou's back mountain. He surely passed the blueprints to your teacher, Yu Xiaogang."
"And your clever teacher modified them heavily, building them in Shrek Academy's back mountain instead."
"But he never understood the principles. I'll tell you now—those devices, if misused, don't strengthen—they cripple. Muscle strain at best, organ failure at worst. Especially after his careless tampering."
"I checked your teammates myself in earlier battles."
"Tang San, you're lucky—your stolen life force patched the damage. But your teammates? Their organs are already failing. Their cultivation will be crippled."
"Especially those two who love brothels—don't they already feel the weakness?"
The Shrek team's faces went pale—except Ning Rongrong.
'So that's why…' Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar all blanched.
"Good thing I cut the intensity back then." Ning Rongrong whispered, flashing Jiangzhu a reassuring look. Jiangzhu's tension eased, silently thankful she'd followed her advice.
On the judges' stand, Bibi Dong's face shifted as her gaze snapped to Yu Xiaogang—already deathly pale.
"Xiaogang!" Liu Erlong caught his swaying body, glaring at Yang Yunhai.
In the shadows, Tang Hao's eyes darkened with murderous rage.
"Enough lies!" Tang San roared, unleashing another volley of needles.
"Pointless. Your poison is useless against me." Yang Yunhai's golden eyes gleamed as his lightning spear casually deflected the slowed projectiles. "Besides, I should thank you and your teacher for crippling the so-called Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon twins. Not my fault your father likes stealing. Not my fault you like stabbing people."
"And don't tell me you never enjoyed the rush of devouring life to grow stronger."
"And one more thing, Tang San—you thought your Blue Silver Grass martial soul was trash? Wrong. It's top-tier. Didn't your teacher tell you how twin martial souls are born? Only when both parents' martial souls are equally powerful. Which means your Blue Silver Grass is not inferior to your Clear Sky Hammer."
"Properly cultivated, its future eclipses mine. After all, I had to evolve from ordinary Blue Silver Grass—my foundation was weak. But you… born full of soul power, with the best foundation possible."
"What a pity—to have treasure and never know it."
'Bibi Dong, don't get the wrong idea—I'm cursing Tang Hao, not you.'
"Xiaogang!" A cry rang out from the stands. Yang Yunhai glanced over—Yu Xiaogang had fainted in Liu Erlong's arms, face ashen.
'Fainted? Just like that?' Yang Yunhai blinked in surprise.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo smirked coldly.
With the finals, soul tools had been set up to amplify sound to the foot of the mountain. Down there, the spectators were already in uproar.
"Damn, Tang San's a fallen Soul Master! I got stabbed by him once, then nearly died sick—was that why?!"
"Yu Xiaogang's cursed, dragging down both his nephews!"
"Captain, what do we do?" Thunderclap Academy's students all looked anxiously at Yu Tianxin's dark face.
"Yang Yun… hai…" In the arena, Tang San's fury boiled over as he charged.
'Lost his head, has he?' Yang Yunhai sneered, stepping lightly as lightning lifted him skyward. "Tang San, you've tried to kill me more than once." His gaze cut toward Yu Tianheng. "And your clan once tried to capture me. Think I don't have a temper?"
Lightning swirled around him as he hovered above. Whether it was his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline or his martial soul's lightning attribute, he now possessed flight.
Looking down coldly at Tang San, his voice was icy.
"Tang San, did you think devouring soul beasts came without consequences? Perhaps you should ask your teacher—and your father."
"So stop butchering innocents, if you live to see tomorrow."
"As for the aftermath—I can heal it all. The damage you left in Thunderclap Academy, the hidden injuries in your teammates… all curable." His voice sharpened like a blade. "But only if Tang Hao and Yu Yuanzhen kneel before me and beg!"
"???" The audience below froze, stunned.
"Madman!" someone blurted.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Thunderclouds swelled overhead, lightning boiling at Yang Yunhai's command.
"Now, Tang San—kneel and lose!" His golden spear lifted high as lightning condensed into a massive orb.
With his other hand, he drew out the Image Storing Soul Tool Chrysanthemum Douluo had given him. Injecting soul power, he projected Shrek Academy's back mountain training grounds in vivid clarity.
"You all recognize this place, don't you?" Yang Yunhai turned toward the Shrek team.
"Heh. You didn't tear it down fast enough."
Flender's face went white. "It's over…"
"That's Shrek's training grounds!" The crowd below erupted.
"They really built it? That's treason! Didn't Emperor Xue Ye forbid anyone from spying on that design?"
Gasps and curses filled the mountain.
The image vanished. Yang Yunhai tossed the device toward the stands.
"Your Highness, this concerns His Majesty's edict. I leave this in your care."
Qian Renxue caught it smoothly, nodding faintly.
Bibi Dong's face was a thundercloud, unreadable.
Qian Renxue glanced sideways, smirking coldly. 'This Yang Yunhai—I'll have him for sure.'
"This child… remarkable indeed. Only our Young Master could suppress him." Golden Crocodile Douluo muttered.
"Hah! Arrogant brat, I like him!" Qianjun Douluo laughed.
"He favors the spear… what a waste to have him under Chrysanthemum Douluo. With me and my staff, I could train him right." Jiangmo Douluo clicked his tongue.
In the arena, Yang Yunhai spun his lightning spear, the golden orb above him swelling to half a meter wide.
On the ground, Tang San's teeth gnashed as he hurled spike after spike, but each one was blocked.
He could see, but not touch. And above, Yang Yunhai's voice kept stabbing at his heart, every word an insult.
It was suffocating. Maddening. Infuriating.
'Angry? Pointless. You can't touch me.' Yang Yunhai smiled faintly, feeling perfectly at ease.
(End of Chapter)
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