"What the heck!"
"Little San, we can't fight anymore!"
"Damn it, the four-person team from Peach Garden Academy is too abnormal!"
"Can we win? Who said we could win? Let him fight!"
"Little San, are you sure we can exhaust their spirit power before they cripple us?!"
"Little San, your strength technique is useless, it can't break her Golden Bell Cover at all, holy crap—her pagoda can also smash people!"
"Little San, I'm really tired, I've been wiped out over ten times already. I'm locked down by Zhu Zhuqing, that damn woman's third Spirit Ability, and also restrained by Wang Sheng. His boxing is different from before; I'm not a White Tiger in front of him anymore, I'm a kitten now! He can do whatever he wants with me! Your luck-based method isn't working at all!"
Tang San's deployment was indeed perfect.
But reality was harsh.
Because practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.
Standing before them were:
Ning Rongrong, the strongest defensive support in history, who endured Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Wire without a single flaw, remained motionless even when Tang San's point-break-surface technique was applied, and finally broke his heart with a Yongchun Inch Punch.
Zhu Zhuqing, an agility-attack system Spirit Master of hellish proportions, possessing movements more flexible than Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and a locking Spirit Ability, Ten Yama Halls Suppressing Hell, that could almost rival a Spirit Ancestor's fourth Spirit Ability.
Wang Sheng, who mastered the Subduing Tiger Fist, toying with Dai Mubai, an inherently dull but incredibly resolute Spirit Master who naturally countered tiger-type Spirits.
Meng Yiran, a summoner-type Spirit Master who showed no fear when countering Tang San's control, excelled at using snake blades to sever Blue Silver Grass restraints, summoned giant snake Spirit Beasts for combat, and used her Earth Nether Hand to absorb and harness the swirling storm of Phosphor Serpent Poison released by Dugu Yan, shocking the entire arena.
The four-person team directly used their powerful strength to pin Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun to the ground, leaving them no power to resist.
Within a few minutes, both of them were beaten beyond recognition, with blood splattered everywhere. Nine Heart Begonia could heal their injuries, but it couldn't help them recover the lost blood.
Tang San wasn't faring much better; he felt incredibly stifled, as if he was being completely countered.
He had the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, but the opponent had the even more mysterious Crossing the Yellow Springs movement technique.
He had Controlling Crane Catching Dragon, but the Peach Garden Battle Team had learned netherworld instrument thousand cry Sequence 2—Demon Suppressing Ghost Hunter, specifically for locking people down.
He had Mysterious Jade Hand, unafraid of poison, but the opponent actually had Earth Nether Hand, which not only wasn't afraid of poison but could absorb it for their own use, even absorbing the potent venom from his Eight Spider Lances.
In just a few minutes, Tang San was forced to reveal all his trump cards.
"Hoo—"
"Oh dear~"
"Xiao Wu, what are you doing?"
"Third Brother, I was careless and couldn't win, she's just too strong!"
At this moment, Xiao Wu, who had been slacking off on the side, suddenly launched an attack.
As expected, she had just locked Ning Rongrong with a Waist Bow when Ning Rongrong sent her flying with an Inch Punch.
Using that momentum, Xiao Wu, like a kite with a broken string, landed outside the Fighting Spirit Arena, which meant she could no longer participate in the match and was eliminated.
An actress.
Tell me, if this isn't an actress, what is it?
Tang San's face was ashen.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were full of complaints from being beaten.
Ye Lingling's face was also somewhat pale at this moment, and she looked at the members of the Peach Garden Battle Team with a hint of awe, saying to the Shrek Spirit Masters:
"You are dying too quickly; my spirit power is almost exhausted. If we continue with this strategy, I'm afraid I won't be able to revive you anymore."
I, Nine Heart Begonia, can heal teammates, but this isn't a spring where you can be revived indefinitely, okay?
Beside Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan were already looking on in utter shock.
Today was truly an eye-opener—like a small knife poking a butt.
"Lingling, have you ever seen a support whose defense is stronger than a Black Tortoise and can beat up an attack system Spirit Master?"
Yu Tianheng asked blankly, looking at the crushing battle.
Ye Lingling was dumbfounded: "I'd like to ask, can a support who can beat up an attack system still be called a support?"
"Dugu Yan, do you know of a Spirit Master who can summon Spirit Beasts to fight?"
"Never heard of it."
"Then have you ever seen hands that can absorb potent venom and turn it into their own use?"
"Never seen."
Seeing her most unique Spirit venom easily absorbed by those dark hands, Dugu Yan was completely flustered.
…
"I originally saw that you usually don't do evil deeds, aren't bad people, and are people Fatty and Mubai are interested in, so I didn't want to kill you, but now it seems that mercy will only lead to failure."
"You have sealed your own doom."
Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, third rule: If you determine your opponent is an enemy and they have sealed their own doom, do not show mercy, otherwise you will only bring trouble upon yourself.
Tang San quickly pulled out several black boxes from his Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges spirit tool belt and tossed them to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.
Fire!
Puff puff puff puff puff puff—
Dozens of highly penetrating Godly Zhuge Crossbow bolts shot through the air in quick succession.
And the targets of the Godly Zhuge Crossbow were the members of the Peach Garden Battle Team: Wang Sheng, Meng Yiran, and Ning Rongrong.
"Hidden Weapons!"
Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing, who had also studied Hidden Weapons knowledge, and specifically hell-level Hidden Weapons knowledge, almost instantly discerned Tang San's intention the moment he took out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
"You have Hidden Weapons, and so do we!"
"Thousand Nether: Hell Flying Flower!"
Hell Flying Flower, one of the Hidden Weapons listed in netherworld instrument thousand cry, is said to terrify even demons and ghosts with its horrifying lethality.
From Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran's palms, a sky full of black hell flowers suddenly shot out, precisely intercepting the rapidly flying Godly Zhuge Crossbow bolts.
The Hell Nether Flowers spun at an extremely high speed, emitting a crisp collision sound the moment they struck the Godly Zhuge Crossbow bolts, and then actually cut the bolts in half, giving them no chance to get close.
The remaining Hell Flying Flowers swept across the ground, not only shredding Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's bodies, but also leaving Tang San, Yu Tianheng, and others unscathed. Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were forced to retreat step by step until they were out of the arena, thus avoiding serious injury, but also losing their qualification for the duel.
The scene was utterly tragic.
"How is this possible!"
"Your Hidden Weapons are actually stronger than my Godly Zhuge Crossbow?"
"This is impossible, this is impossible—"
Tang San endured the immense pain, pulling a black hell flower from his chest. The wound looked as if a chunk had been scooped out, with all bone and flesh pulverized. This was an extremely lethal and cruel Hidden Weapon; perhaps even the Tang Sect's Torrential Pear Blossom Needle couldn't compare!
"Meng Yiran, I know your skill level. Your technique with the Soul Breaking Blade is not enough to wield this level of Hidden Weapon. You've only been learning from Su Ran for a month, and you—you!"
Tang San's eyes were filled with disbelief.
In a Spirit Master duel, if he lost, he could still say he needed to continue learning.
But this was Hidden Weapons!!!
His most proficient Hidden Weapons!
Top-tier Hidden Weapons he had spent over twenty years secretly learning from the Tang Sect's inner sect!
He actually lost to Meng Yiran, who had only been learning for just over a month?!
Was it her talent that was too high, or his own comprehension that was too poor?
"Nothing is impossible. It's all because Teacher taught us well. We still have hundreds of Hidden Weapons like these to learn."
Meng Yiran said indifferently.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing slowly walked over, clearing the battlefield, kicking Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun out of the Fighting Spirit Arena like dead dogs, and coldly snorted:
"Tang San, do you still want to fight?"
"Hundreds?!"
"Haha, hundreds… so many…"
Our Tang Sect has less than ten Hidden Weapons of this caliber…
His blood gradually soaked his clothes. Hearing Meng Yiran's words, Tang San let out a miserable laugh, somewhat dazed, his eyes vacant, his legs weak, and he directly knelt on the Fighting Spirit Arena:
"We lost."
Over twenty years of secretly learning, over thirty years of cultivation, and in the end, it was inferior to finding a good teacher…
Heh…
Is it laughable?