Chapter 99: Do You Dare to Bet with Me?
The arena was charged with tension, the air thick with the aftermath of clashing soul powers.
Tang San stared ahead in disbelief, one hand concealed behind his back. A glint of cold light flashed as the Zhuge Crossbow appeared in his palm.
He couldn't fathom how, under the treatment of this Blue Silver Grass Soul Master, the Royal Fight Team had recovered so swiftly, their wounds healed and toxins purged as if they had never been afflicted.
This scene shattered Tang San's understanding of Blue Silver Grass.
Didn't Teacher say that if Blue Silver Grass takes the auxiliary route, even with a vitality-enhancing spirit ring, its healing ability would be minimal?
So why is this person's Blue Silver Grass…
*On the Viewing Platform*
Yu Xiaogang and Flander's expressions froze as they witnessed the scene below.
"Oh no, Xiaogang, something's wrong. The little monsters are going to lose," Flander said, his brow furrowed with anxiety as he shouted to Yu Xiaogang beside him.
His gaze was locked on the auxiliary Soul Master like a nail. His face darkened, and he roared, "Blue Silver Grass? Blue Silver Grass?! That mask… it's that little bastard Tang Chuan! He disguised himself as a woman and deceived us!"
"Xiaogang, are you saying the Royal Fight Team's auxiliary Soul Master is Tang San's brother, Tang Chuan?" Flander asked, his voice low and serious.
"Yes, who else could it be but him? This bastard has ruined my plans time and again!" Yu Xiaogang's face was grim as he nodded heavily. Memories of Tang Chuan humiliating him flashed through his mind, fueling a surge of anger and shame.
"This bastard is trying to stop me from proving myself to the clan today! He's a disgrace!"
"Why? Why? I've waited over twenty years for this day!"
They both knew that with Tang Chuan's intervention, the Shrek Seven Devils were almost certainly doomed to defeat.
How can I prove myself to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan now?
Does this mean I'll have to carry the label of 'trash' for decades more?
Yu Xiaogang's face twisted, his breathing quickening as if choked by rage. He staggered and collapsed forward, falling flat on his face!
"Xiaogang! Are you okay?"
Flander's expression shifted drastically. He rushed forward, catching Yu Xiaogang's limp body and frantically pressing his philtrum, his voice laced with panic. "Xiaogang, don't scare me! If something happens to you, how will I explain this to Erlongmei?"
Zhao Wuji suddenly patted Flander's shoulder, his voice tinged with excitement. "Boss… look over there."
Flander frowned, initially irritated, but when he followed Zhao Wuji's gaze, his expression changed instantly.
At the entrance to the Royal Fight Team's area stood a familiar figure in the team leader's position—Qin Ming.
"How could it be him?" Flander's eyes widened, his voice trembling.
Yu Xiaogang, despite his weakness, opened his eyes slowly, looking at Flander and Zhao Wuji with confusion. "You know the other team's leader?"
"Yes," Flander nodded, chuckling. "Xiaogang, I'll explain after the Soul Fight is over. With him here, I don't think we need to worry about the little monsters' safety."
…
*On the Fighting Stage*
In just a few breaths, the Royal Fight Team had fully recovered under Tang Chuan's Blue Silver Grass treatment.
They moved in unison, their figures blurring into afterimages as they surrounded Tang San in the center of the arena.
"Just admit defeat," Yu Tianheng said, stepping forward with a scornful smile. His gaze cut into Tang San like a blade. "It's seven against one now. Do you think you still have a chance?"
Tang San shook his head, his lips curling into a cold, mocking arc. Instead of responding directly, he turned his gaze to the Blue Silver Grass Soul Master nearby, a glint of recognition in his eyes.
"Brother, stop pretending. Do you think I don't know it's you?"
"Do you dare to bet with me? A one-on-one fight to decide the outcome of this Soul Fight!" His voice was deep and resolute as he stared at Tang Chuan.
Yu Xiaogang had deduced Tang Chuan's identity through his Blue Silver Grass Spirit. How could Tang San, his biological brother, not recognize him?
The Royal Fight Team froze, their expressions blank with confusion.
Yu Tianheng's brow furrowed, his eyes darting between Tang San and Tang Chuan. His mouth opened slightly, as if to speak, but he hesitated.
"Tang Chuan, is he really your brother?" Dugu Yan asked weakly, her voice tinged with doubt.
Tang Chuan nodded calmly, his tone steady and certain. "Yes, he is my biological brother."
He raised his wrist, removing the ghost mask. As it fell, his handsome face was revealed, his features strikingly similar to Tang San's.
Yu Tianheng's eyes narrowed. He asked cautiously, "So, what's your plan?"
"If you trust me, let me fight him one-on-one. I'll make him concede defeat convincingly," Tang Chuan said, meeting Yu Tianheng's gaze with deep, unwavering eyes.
The team members exchanged glances, weighing the decision. After a moment, they nodded in unison.
In a flash, six figures leaped off the arena like arrows, landing lightly on the sidelines. Their eyes locked onto the two brothers in the center of the stage.
…
As the Royal Fight Team retreated, a purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes. He launched a sudden attack, aiming to catch Tang Chuan off guard.
His arms shook, and his fingertips twitched.
Countless tiny points of light appeared between his palms.
Shhh—
Dozens of cold glints shot out as Tang San twisted his fingers, the hidden weapons targeting Tang Chuan's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, lower body, and abdomen with deadly precision.
Faced with the onslaught of precise hidden weapons, Tang Chuan showed no intent to dodge, allowing them to hurtle toward him.
The sharp sound of metal cutting through the air exploded in his ears.
But as the first hidden weapon grazed his skin, the situation shifted dramatically.
The sharp edge cut a bloody wound, but the red was instantly swallowed by a surge of vitality. The skin closed, smoothed over as if by an invisible hand, leaving no scar.
More hidden weapons followed, striking like they hit a thick wall of flesh.
Their tips barely pierced the skin before being forced out by the overwhelming life force, unable to penetrate deeper.
The sound of metal clashing against skin echoed across the arena, rendering the hidden weapons' lethal intent meaningless and leaving the audience stunned.
…
*Meanwhile, Outside Soto City*
The night was dark, the mountains silent like slumbering beasts.
Bibi Dong, Gui Mei, and Ju Douluo stood atop a towering peak, their soul power fluctuations rippling through the mountain air.
"Your Holiness, we've located Tang San. He's at the Soto Great Spirit Arena, participating in a team Soul Fight," Gui Mei reported, bowing respectfully.
Bibi Dong's eyes gleamed with cold resolve. "Good. We move now. I want him brought back to Spirit Hall—alive."
Her voice carried a chilling finality as she gestured forward. The three figures shot into the sky, followed by dozens of red-robed cardinals, speeding toward Soto City.
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