The Sneak Attack Backfires: Tang San Is Crushed and Falls Apart

The dust filling the air slowly settled, revealing a scene of devastation on the central main Soul Fighting platform.

Keqing held Lion's Roar in one hand, her long, straight legs wrapped in deep purple stockings and the hem of her skirt fluttering slightly. Not a ripple disturbed her exquisite face, as though the world-shattering formation of lightning swords she had just unleashed had been no more than a casual strike.

Not far to her left, Zhu Zhuqing quietly withdrew her Martial Soul. Her dark purple eyes cast an indifferent glance at the unconscious Dai Mubai before she silently stepped back to stand half a pace behind Keqing.

At the eastern edge of the platform, Tang San knelt amid the rubble, his right hand braced firmly against the ground as blood continued to seep from the corner of his mouth.

Keqing's Starward Sword had shredded every strand of Blue Silver Grass he had released in an instant. Worse, the overwhelmingly fierce divine lightning of the purple heavens had rebounded through his spiritual connection to his Martial Soul, violently churning his internal organs.

"Brother! Are you all right?!"

Xiao Wu, who had fallen several yards away, scrambled to her feet. Ignoring the bloody mark sword Qi had grazed across her arm, she panicked and tried to rush over to help Tang San up.

"Xiao Wu, don't come over! Get back, quickly!"

Tang San snapped his head up and called out in a low, hoarse voice.

Defeated?

Not even ten breaths had passed since the Soul Fight began!

Level thirty-seven Dai Mubai had been taken down by Zhu Zhuqing in a single head-on exchange, while the Blue Silver Grass control and Tang Sect Hidden Weapon techniques Tang San prided himself on had proved as fragile and laughable as a child's toys before the purple-haired girl!

No, I absolutely can't lose like this!

If he lost this wager, not only would Shrek Academy have to hang up a sign and get out of Suotuo City, becoming the laughingstock of the entire Balak Kingdom, but his own pride would also be utterly crushed!

A flash of crazed viciousness passed through Tang San's eyes.

His left hand slipped toward the storage pouch of the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, his fingertips gripping a heavy, cold black iron box. At the same time, a mechanism silently slid down the inside of his wrist.

The Godly Zhuge Crossbow! And the Silent Sleeve Arrow on my wrist!

That was not all. Tang San forcibly suppressed the agony in his meridians and pushed the internal power of his Mysterious Heaven Skill to its absolute limit, holding nothing back as he concentrated it all in his eyes!

Two dense clusters of purple light flared in Tang San's eyes!

His Purple Demon Eye was running at full power!

Since ordinary Hidden Weapon techniques couldn't keep up with the purple-haired girl's uncanny lightning-fast teleportation, he would use the Purple Demon Eye to forcibly lock onto every trace of her movements. Then, with the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, powerful enough to pierce a level forty Soul Ancestor's defenses, and a Hidden Weapon killing blow launched with his back to the river, he would gravely wound her in an instant!

Through the Purple Demon Eye's Minute Realm vision, everything around him seemed to slow down.

Tang San fixed his gaze on Keqing's sword hand. His left hand had just drawn a corner of the black box from the light of his belt, and his thumb was about to press the trigger.

"Stubborn to the bitter end."

At the center of the platform, Keqing's amethyst eyes narrowed slightly.

As the Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing, she had fought in countless battles, great and small. How could her senses fail to detect killing intent?

"Crackle-!"

Leaving behind a purple afterimage that had yet to fade, Keqing's slender, graceful body once again turned into a bolt of purple-gold lightning that tore through the air. In an instant, she crossed thirty yards and appeared less than a yard in front of Tang San!

"What?!"

Tang San's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and every hair on his body stood on end!

Too fast!

Even though his Purple Demon Eye had barely managed to catch the lightning's trajectory, his arm muscles and nerves could not react in time to raise the heavy Godly Zhuge Crossbow!

More terrifying still, when his Purple Demon Eye looked directly at Keqing's sword edge, so close at hand, and the Electro Vision at her waist, the divine might of a law of lightning, far above mortal Soul Power, thundered into his mind along his line of sight!

"Crack!"

It was as though an invisible hammer of lightning had smashed into the depths of his sea of consciousness!

The old injury to his eyes, caused by Chu Yuan's countershock at the night market three days ago, broke open again at that moment!

Tang San let out a piercing cry of pain. Two streams of glaringly red bloody tears burst from his eyes, and the violent lightning forcibly shattered his Purple Demon Eye on the spot. His vision plunged into a sea of blood-red and darkness!

Before he could cover his eyes and retreat, Keqing flipped her sword and, with the force of a thunderbolt weighing a thousand jun, delivered a clean, decisive sweep with its spine, striking Tang San hard across the chest and left shoulder!

"Bang-!!"

A muffled crack of displaced bone followed. Tang San's left shoulder popped out of its socket, and the black Godly Zhuge Crossbow box, which he had only half drawn, flew from his hand and landed on a distant stone slab with a clang!

The violent force of the lightning sent Tang San himself flying backward, spitting blood. He crashed heavily onto the ground below the Soul Fighting platform, completely unable to continue fighting!

Xiao Wu, who had been rushing over, watched helplessly as blood streamed from Tang San's eyes and the sword strike knocked him off the platform. She instantly panicked, cried out, and leaped straight from the edge, throwing herself to his side and holding him up.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

Tang San's eyes were tightly shut, blood from their corners running down with his sweat. His left arm hung limply at his side, his face was as pale as paper, and he lacked even the strength to lift a finger.

In the spectator area, Flender and Zhao Wuji both sprang to their feet, their expressions darker than ever!

Defeated!

A crushing defeat, complete and beyond dispute!

One level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder and two level twenty-nine Soul Grandmasters had been swept aside like dead wood by two girls in little more than ten breaths!

After several breaths of silence, the entire central main Soul Fighting Arena erupted in a landslide and tsunami of feverish cheers and exclamations!

"Heavens! They won! Those two girls swept all three of Shrek Academy's fighters aside!"

"They're too strong! Whether it's that cat girl in black or the purple-haired sword maiden, their strength is terrifying!"

"Who on earth is that young master in white who didn't even enter the fight?!"

Tens of thousands of spectators sprang to their feet, shouting in excitement. Countless gazes filled with awe and fervor turned as one toward the open VIP box on the second floor.

At that moment, by the railing of the second-floor VIP box.

Chu Yuan walked out slowly with Mona and Ning Rongrong attending him, then descended at an unhurried pace, step by step, along the white marble staircase leading to the inner arena by the Soul Fighting platform.

In his sea of consciousness, the [Crown of Heavenly Principles], infused with the fervent acclaim and Vow Power of awe from tens of thousands of people, gave off an unprecedented, dazzling divine radiance, continuously feeding it back into every part of Chu Yuan's body.

"My lord."

Seeing Chu Yuan descend the stairs and reach the edge of the arena, Keqing and Zhu Zhuqing immediately leaped down from the raised platform and respectfully took their places on either side of him.

Keqing put away Lion's Roar. The moment her eyes met Chu Yuan's, the cold, proud, and sharp gaze the Yuheng had worn on the platform melted into a hint of tenderness and bashful joy.

Chu Yuan gave Keqing a slight nod and naturally reached out to brush a stray lock of purple hair away from her ear. Then he turned his gaze downward to Tang San, who lay on the ground nearby, and Dai Mubai, whom Flender and Zhao Wuji had just hurriedly rescued.

"Brother, don't scare me. Why are your eyes bleeding so much...?"

In the open space below the platform, Xiao Wu knelt on one knee and supported Tang San. Seeing his miserable face covered in blood, she reddened around the eyes and fumbled to wipe it away.