Chapter 234: My Blue Silver Grass is Immune to Fire!
"That damn Tang San! To think he'd use such a vicious hand against Nana, it's simply unforgivable!"
Below the arena, Yan watched Hu Liena being carried down, his eyes practically spitting fire as he instantly flew into a violent rage.
Although he didn't know what strange turn of events had just occurred on the stage, one thing was clear: his goddess had been insta-killed in front of everyone in such a humiliating way!
As Nana's most loyal protector, he had to make that arrogant pretty boy on the stage pay a price in blood!
"Xie Yue, don't stop me! In the next round, I'll give this kid a lesson he'll never forget!" Yan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "I won't let anyone who dares to hurt Nana get away!"
Xie Yue opened his mouth, originally wanting to discuss tactics with the other teammates to defeat Tang San, but seeing his good brother's completely irrational and crazed state, he ultimately swallowed his words and chose to let him be.
At the referee's signal, Yan leaped onto the arena like a violent beast, and both sides simultaneously activated their Martial Souls.
"Kid, no matter how much your Blue Silver Grass has mutated or how unique it is, it's still just a plant-system Martial Soul!" Yan glared viciously at Tang San. "Since you dared to sneak attack Nana, today I'll let you taste the painful lesson of being burned by fire!"
After finishing his harsh words, Yan also cast an affectionate and pained glance at the unconscious Hu Liena below the stage, sighing inwardly:'Sigh, it's just a pity Nana was knocked unconscious by this little thief's sneak attack. Otherwise, if she were awake, she would surely be completely captivated by my invincible heroic Martial Soul as I dominate this arena later, right?"
At this moment, most of the audience present felt that this was a battle without any suspense.
Although Tang San, this young Tang Sect Sect Master, had shown surprisingly powerful combat strength along the way, the iron laws of the Douluo Continent were right there.
The attribute suppression between Martial Souls is absolute! Furthermore, as one of the three core members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, Yan was also a Soul King with a cultivation level in the fifties. How could Tang San's plant-system Martial Soul possibly win?
However, in the final seconds before the referee was about to announce the start of the match, Tang San suddenly and unhurriedly extended an index finger.
"One minute." Tang San's tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable arrogance. "To defeat you, I only need one minute."
...
"Arrogant!"
As soon as the match was announced to begin, Yan roared, and his Flame Lord Martial Soul instantly possessed him.
Perhaps due to the added anger of his goddess being harmed, the dark red flames rising from his body were actually thirty percent hotter and more violent than usual!
"Fifth Soul Skill, Flying Sand and Raging Flames!"
"Fourth Soul Skill, Churning Magma!"
Without any probing, Yan directly went all out.
His fourth and fifth Soul Rings flashed one after another as he slammed his palms onto the ground.
Immediately after, the originally hard stone slabs of the arena beneath Tang San's feet instantly melted, turning into a field of bubbling, deadly magma!
"Oh? A bit interesting."
The hundred thousand year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone on Tang San's body came with its own flight skill, so he could naturally take to the air with ease to escape this sea of fire.
But Tang San understood the principle that "an ordinary man is innocent, but treasuring a jade ring becomes a crime." In the face of a supreme treasure like a 100,000-year-old soul bone that could make even a Titled Douluo go mad with envy, he naturally wouldn't go looking for trouble for himself over a mere elimination match.
"In that case..."
In the blink of an eye, Tang San remained unhurried.
His first Soul Ring flickered slightly, and the Blue Silver Grass gushing from his palm did not spread as usual, but instead rapidly contracted and thickened, turning into a metalized Blue Silver long staff of extremely hard texture.
Then, a second before the magma was about to swallow his feet, he backhandedly slammed this long staff into the only remaining piece of intact ground in front of him.
Using the excellent flexibility and rebound force of the Blue Silver Grass itself, Tang San's arms suddenly exerted force. After the long staff bent into an incredible arc, it instantly straightened, launching him high into the air like a great bird spreading its wings!
Self-created Soul Skill—Pole Vault!
Looking at this physical evasion method on the arena that lacked the style of a Soul Master and even appeared somewhat comical...
Jiang Li:...
Bibi Dong:...
Ning Fengzhi:...
Only Master Yu, sitting beside Bibi Dong, had his eyes light up suddenly, and he slapped his thigh in excitement!
"Wonderful! Such a clever way of utilizing the physical characteristics of a Martial Soul, This Master must write it into my theory."
"However, if Tang San had absorbed a Martial Soul like Lonely Bamboo this time, would the effect be even better?"
Meanwhile, Tang San, who was in mid-air, didn't care what others thought.
He looked down at Yan from above, Soul Power pulsating in his palm as countless thick Blue Silver Grass vines grew rapidly like an inescapable net.
In just a moment, Yan, who hadn't reacted yet, was firmly entangled, tied up into a tight green zongzi in mid-air.
"Hmph! Just mere Blue Silver Grass. Even if you use such tricky means to bind me, what's the use?"
Yan spat disdainfully.
Then, his whole body's Soul Power surged, and the dark red flames on his surface instantly flared up, attempting to burn these obstructive vines to ashes in an instant.
However, after a few seconds passed, the sneer on Yan's face gradually stiffened.
He discovered in horror that his violent flames, which could melt even steel, were like a mud cow entering the sea when they touched these Blue Silver Grass vines.
Not even a single leaf of these vines was scorched; they were completely unaffected by his flames!
"This... how is this possible?!" Yan completely lost his composure.
Tang San, who had landed steadily back in a safe area, looked at Yan's bewildered and terrified expression in mid-air, his lips slowly curling into a faint smile.
"I forgot to tell you, my Blue Silver Grass is... immune to fire!"
Back then in the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire, although he had offered the two top-tier Immortal Herbs, the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the blazing apricot cactus, to his mentor Jiang Li to consume.
But after that, he himself had also consumed a series of supreme Immortal Herbs, such as the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum.
Under the day-and-night tempering and baptism of the immense medicinal power, the fatal weakness of his Blue Silver Grass being naturally afraid of fire had long since been completely overcome!
Facing Yan's despairing gaze, which was full of horror and disbelief.
Tang San's eyes turned cold, and the Blue Silver Grass leaves he controlled instantly underwent a metallic transformation, their edges becoming as sharp as blades.
On the scene, only several scalp-numbing "shua shua shua" cutting sounds were heard.
Yan, who was tightly bound by the Blue Silver Grass, had no power to resist at all.
He could only watch helplessly as those grass leaves, shimmering with a cold light, sank into his body.
Along with a muffled groan from Yan, the Soul Power in his body instantly dissipated, and he no longer had any power to resist.
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