Looking at the scene before him, Tang San's pupils suddenly constricted, his entire face filled with shock and disbelief; he had never expected his hidden weapons to be completely ineffective against Tang Chuan.
"More of these underhanded hidden weapons?"
"Little San, are these the results of your several years of Cultivating at Shrek Academy?"
With a sneer, Tang Chuan shook his head, a look of disdain on his face, and with a flick of his wrist, moving so fast it was almost imperceptible, he caught each of the incoming hidden weapons in his hand.
Gently clenching his palm, Tang Chuan's movements were unhurried, and then he slowly opened it.
In his palm, neatly arranged, were willow leaf knives, locust stones, coin darts, bone-piercing nails… and various poison needles, a dazzling array.
"Little San, as early as Noding Academy, I told you that a Soul Master's Cultivation of Martial Soul and Soul Power is the foundation. Yet you spent a lot of time practicing these strange and clever techniques used for sneak attacks on others. It really disappoints me, your elder brother."
With a faint smile, Tang Chuan's gaze held a hint of disdain, his tone slightly mocking.
With that, he casually tossed the hidden weapons onto the ground, producing a crisp sound.
"You're spouting nonsense!" Hearing this, Tang San's face darkened slightly, a flicker of anger in his eyes, and he retorted coldly, "I just haven't created the Tang Sect's strongest mechanical hidden weapons yet."
"If I had the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, the Raining Pear Blossom Needle, the Peacock Plume, the Guanyin Tear… or even the King of Hell's Invitation in my hand right now, I could kill you with a single strike."
"Tang Sect hidden weapons are not some underhanded tools! As long as one can win, who cares what methods are used? Which king, marquis, general, or minister doesn't have a mountain of corpses behind him?"
As his words fell, Tang San's figure flashed, his feet executing the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track as he leaped high, then, controlling the Eight Spider Lances behind him, he charged through the air, striking directly at Tang Chuan.
Looking at Tang San, who was rushing towards him with murderous intent, Tang Chuan's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly:
"Little San, do you think that with the external Soul Bone Eight Spider Lances, you can defeat me? Come on, let me give you a taste of my self-created Soul Skill."
"Blue Silver — Tree Realm Descent!"
After speaking, he slammed his palm onto the ground, creating a resounding boom.
In an instant, countless Blue Silver Grasses grew wildly from the Douhun Stage, and then, under the augmentation of Tang Chuan's immense vitality, they rapidly thickened and grew larger.
Subsequently, these Blue Silver Grasses miraculously transformed into a blue-gold forest, with trees rising from the ground, their branches and leaves lush, instantly enveloping the entire Douhun Stage.
A spectacular blue-gold ocean formed, then swept madly towards Tang San.
In the blink of an eye, he was tightly bound by these giant Blue Silver trees, unable to move.
After his body was restrained, Tang San hurriedly activated the Eight Spider Lances, fiercely stabbing at the tree trunks, but was surprised to find that his spider legs could not pierce through these large trees at all.
The more he struggled, the tighter the trees wrapped around him.
A moment later, Tang San's face turned crimson, panting like an ox, sweat dripping down his forehead, as he gritted his teeth and roared, "Why can your Blue Silver Grass turn into big trees? Isn't it grass?"
"When a big tree was still a sapling, wasn't it also like the small grass on the ground? As long as the vitality is strong enough, even a small blade of grass can grow into a big tree. Little San, you've lost again." Shaking his head slightly, Tang Chuan sighed, speaking with a tone of disappointment that one would have for a failed protégé.
"I've said it before, the optimal path for Blue Silver Grass Cultivation is the life-type, not the control-type. But you just wouldn't believe me, and instead chose to believe that idiot Yu Xiaogang!"
Just then, the audience outside the arena erupted in thunderous cheers, shouting in unison:
"Royal Fight Team! Royal Fight Team!"
"Blue Silver Grass! Blue Silver Grass!"
Their deafening shouts echoed continuously throughout the Fighting Soul Arena.
Slowly turning around, Tang Chuan looked up at the referee and said loudly, "Referee, this round should count as our win, right? If not, I can still play with them some more."
"Count… count, you won!"
Hearing this, Dou Dou finally came back to her senses, quickly nodded in agreement, then picked up the microphone and solemnly announced, "In this Douhun, the Royal Fight Team is victorious!"
Her voice had just fallen.
Outside the Douhun Stage, a tidal wave of cheers suddenly erupted, and in this torrent-like wave of sound, the entire Great Spirit Arena trembled.
Countless people stood up from the stands, looking at the blue-clad youth in the arena who had single-handedly turned the tide of battle, their eyes filled with envy and awe.
At this moment, on a high platform in the Great Spirit Arena.
A burly man in a tattered grey robe was silently watching everything unfold before him; a moment later, the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, and he muttered to himself in a low voice:
"I never thought that Xiao Chuan's strength would be so formidable now."
"In that case, my plan needs to change; I need to Cultivate him and Little San together."
"And, I need to keep a closer eye on him in secret, lest the people from Spirit Hall…"
......
At the same time, on the viewing platform not far away.
A middle-aged man walked steadily towards Flender and the others, his voice preceding his arrival:
"Dean Flender, Vice Dean Zhao Wuji, are you well? Disciple Qin Ming pays his respects!"
The person who arrived was precisely Qin Ming, the leader of the Royal Fight Team. He quickly stepped forward, then knelt on one knee before Flender and Zhao Wuji with a thud.
Seeing this, Flender immediately reached out to help Qin Ming up, a long-lost smile on his face, and said, "You scoundrel, after leaving the Academy for so many years, you haven't sent any news. I thought you had forgotten us old folks."
Qin Ming stood with his hands at his sides, respectfully replying, "How could I? No matter when, you will always be Qin Ming's teachers, and I will always be a Shrek Disciple."
"This… you two know each other?" Looking at the scene before him, Master said, dumbfounded.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji nodded and said, "Master, Qin Ming also graduated from our Shrek Academy. I never thought he would be the leader of the opposing Royal Fight Team."
"And he became your nephew's teacher, what a coincidence!"
On the other side, on the Douhun Stage.
Tang San stared at the Shrek members, whose faces were purple and black, and who were on the verge of death, his brows tightly furrowed, his expression slightly grave, and he said in a deep voice:
"Except for Xiao Wu, everyone seems to have been poisoned!"
Hearing this, Dai Mubai gasped for breath and said weakly:
"Little San, what should we do? Although we took Xiao Ao's detoxifying sausage in advance, delaying the onset of the poison, if this continues, it's only a matter of time before we can't hold on."
Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he said in a low voice:
"Poison?"
"When Fatty was accidentally injured by my Eight Spider Lances and the poison entered his body, I used the Eight Spider Lances to help him suck out the poison. It seems that today, I can only do the same."
With that, he waved his hands, and the Eight Spider Lances once again condensed from behind him, his face resolute, and he said in a deep voice, "Mubai, bear with it. I'll help you suck out the poison."
The next second, the Eight Spider Lances behind Tang San suddenly swung out, quickly piercing into Dai Mubai's body.
"Ah—"
Immediately, Dai Mubai let out a pained cry, his face instantly twisted, enduring unbearable agony.
Immediately after, a faint purple light slowly flowed into Tang San's body along the Eight Spider Lances.
A moment later.
His expression, however, changed slightly, his brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Tang San clearly felt that in addition to the poison being sucked out of Dai Mubai's body, his vitality and Soul Power were also being transmitted into his own body along the Eight Spider Lances.
"Eh? I didn't expect my Eight Spider Lances to have this ability?"
"If so, then wouldn't I be…"