Chapter 100: Tang San Secretly Devoured His Teammates' Vitality?
The arena was still reverberating with the aftermath of the intense battle, the air heavy with the scent of scorched earth and lingering soul power.
Tang San's pupils contracted as he stared at the scene before him, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. His hidden weapons, meticulously crafted and lethal, had no effect on Tang Chuan.
"Are these the hidden weapons you've been hiding, unfit for public eyes?"
"Xiao San, is this the result of your years of training at Shrek Academy?" Tang Chuan sneered, his face dripping with disdain. He turned his wrist with blinding speed, snatching the flying hidden weapons from the air one by one.
With unhurried movements, Tang Chuan squeezed his palms and then spread them open. In his hands lay an array of scimitars, locust stones, gold coin darts, bone-piercing nails, and various poison needles, glinting ominously.
"Xiao San, back at Notting Academy, I told you that cultivating your Spirit and soul power is the foundation of a Soul Master. Yet you've wasted so much time on these sneaky, underhanded tricks. It's truly disappointing, isn't it, as your brother?" Tang Chuan's eyes gleamed with disdain, his tone laced with sarcasm.
With a casual flick, he tossed the hidden weapons to the ground, their clattering sounds echoing sharply.
"Bullshit!" Tang San's face darkened, a flash of anger in his eyes. He retorted coldly, "I just haven't created the Tang Sect's most powerful mechanical hidden weapons yet."
"With the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, Peacock Feather, Avalokitesvara's Tears, or even the Yama's Invitation, I could kill you in one strike."
"The Tang Sect's hidden weapons aren't to be mocked! As long as we win, who cares about the means? Which prince, noble, or general doesn't leave a trail of corpses?"
As he spoke, Tang San's figure blurred, launching into the air with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. He controlled the Eight Spider Lances behind him, charging at Tang Chuan with deadly precision.
Tang Chuan remained calm, his voice steady. "Xiao San, do you think you can defeat me with the Eight Spider Lances, an external soul bone? Come, let me show you my self-created soul skill."
"Blue Silver—Tree World Descent!"
He slammed his palm onto the ground with a resounding bang.
Instantly, countless Blue Silver Grass strands sprouted wildly from the arena floor. Fueled by the immense vitality within Tang Chuan, they thickened and grew rapidly.
The grass transformed into a forest of blue-gold trees, their branches lush and sprawling, enveloping the entire arena in a breathtaking ocean of blue and gold that surged toward Tang San.
In moments, Tang San was tightly bound by the massive blue-silver trees, unable to move.
He struggled, stabbing the tree trunks with his Eight Spider Lances, only to find they couldn't penetrate the wood. The more he fought, the tighter the trees constricted.
Tang San's face flushed red, his breathing labored, sweat dripping from his forehead. He gritted his teeth and roared, "How can your Blue Silver Grass turn into trees? Isn't it just grass?"
"When a tree is a sapling, isn't it like grass on the ground? With enough vitality, even a blade of grass can grow into a mighty tree. Xiao San, you've lost again," Tang Chuan said, shaking his head with a regretful sigh.
"I've told you before, the optimal path for Blue Silver Grass is the Life System, not the Control System. But you refused to listen and chose to trust that fool Yu Xiaogang!"
The audience erupted into thunderous cheers, chanting in unison:
"Royal Fight Team! Royal Fight Team!"
"Blue Silver Grass! Blue Silver Grass!"
Their shouts echoed deafeningly through the arena.
Tang Chuan turned to the referee, Doudou, and called out, "Referee, shouldn't we be declared the winners? If not, I can play with them a bit longer."
"Y-Yes… you win!" Doudou snapped out of her daze, nodding quickly. She raised the microphone and announced solemnly, "In this Soul Fight, the Royal Fight Team wins!"
Her words triggered an overwhelming wave of cheers. The arena trembled under the torrent of sound as countless spectators stood, gazing at the young man in blue who had single-handedly turned the tide, their eyes filled with awe and envy.
*On a High Platform in the Arena*
A burly man in a tattered gray robe watched silently. After a moment, his lips parted, and he muttered to himself, "I never imagined Xiaochuan would be this strong now."
"In that case, I need to adjust my plans. I'll train him and Xiao San together."
"And we must keep a close eye on them to prevent Spirit Hall from…"
…
*On the Viewing Platform*
A middle-aged man approached Flander and the others with steady steps. Before he reached them, his voice rang out: "Dean Flander, Vice Dean Zhao Wuji, how have you been? Disciple Qin Ming greets you!"
It was Qin Ming, the leader of the Royal Fight Team. He stepped forward and knelt on one knee before Flander and Zhao Wuji.
Flander quickly helped him up, a warm smile breaking across his face. "You little brat, no word from you since you left the academy all these years. I thought you'd forgotten us old folks."
Qin Ming stood respectfully, hands at his sides. "How could I? You'll always be my teachers, and I'll always be a disciple of Shrek."
"This… you know him?" Yu Xiaogang asked, stunned by the scene.
Zhao Wuji nodded. "Master, Qin Ming is a graduate of Shrek Academy. I never expected he'd be the leader of the Royal Fight Team."
"And to think I became your nephew's teacher. What a twist of fate!"
…
*On the Fighting Stage*
Tang San stared at his Shrek teammates, their faces purple and black, teetering on the edge of collapse. His brows furrowed, his expression grave. "Everyone except Xiao Wu is poisoned!"
Dai Mubai took a shaky breath and said weakly, "Xiao San, what do we do? We took Oscar's detox sausages beforehand to delay the poison, but if this continues, it's only a matter of time before we fall."
A sharp glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. "Poison? When Fatty was accidentally poisoned by my Eight Spider Lances, I used them to draw the poison out. It seems that's our only option now."
He waved his hands, and the Eight Spider Lances reappeared behind him. With a resolute look, he said, "Mubai, endure it. I'll draw the poison out."
The next second, the Eight Spider Lances stabbed into Dai Mubai's body.
"Ah—!"
Dai Mubai let out a scream, his face contorting in agony.
A faint purple light flowed from Dai Mubai into Tang San through the Eight Spider Lances.
Moments later, Tang San's expression shifted, his brows furrowing as a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes.
He could clearly feel that, alongside the poison, Dai Mubai's vitality and soul power were being siphoned into his body through the Eight Spider Lances.
"Huh? I didn't expect my Eight Spider Lances to have this ability?"
"If that's the case, then wouldn't I be…"
…
*Outside Soto City*
The night was dark, and Bibi Dong's icy presence loomed as she stood with Gui Mei and Ju Douluo.
"Your Holiness, we've confirmed Tang San is at the Soto Great Spirit Arena, engaged in a team Soul Fight," Gui Mei reported.
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed, her voice cold and commanding. "Prepare to move. I want both Tang brothers captured and brought to Spirit Hall—alive."
With a gesture, the trio and their entourage of red-robed cardinals shot into the sky, speeding toward the arena.
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