I Mean to Humiliate You

Faced with the overwhelming Blue Silver vines, Hu Liena dodged left and right.

But her speed was nothing compared to Tang San's, and she couldn't possibly dodge him forever.

Soon, the Blue Silver vines wrapped around her waist, and with a gentle pull, lifted her up.

Hu Liena struggled twice, but the Blue Silver vines remained motionless.

Her Charm skills were ineffective against Tang San, her slight speed advantage quickly disappeared, and the attack power of her fox claws wasn't even enough to tickle him.

In front of Tang San, she was like a helpless child.

With a flick of his arm, the Blue Silver vines gently tossed Hu Liena off the stage.

Tang San simply couldn't bring himself to hurt pretty girls.

Hu Liena's body traced a graceful arc in the air before landing steadily outside the ring.

The match is over.

The entire match lasted no more than a minute.

Bibi Dong's expression grew increasingly solemn. Her purple eyes gleamed, revealing neither anger nor fear.

The two elders beside him, Kiku and Oni, were also speechless with embarrassment.

On the VIP platform, Xue Qinghe's smile grew ever brighter, his golden eyes brimming with pride.

In the twelfth match, the Spirit Hall Team only had Yan left.

When Yan stepped onto the arena, a disdainful sneer played on his lips.

"Blue Silver Grass?" Yan's voice was full of disdain. "To me, your grass is nothing but a pile of firewood. Watch me burn it all to ashes."

Tang San thought to himself, "Someone's looking for a beating."

He didn't know if Yan was genuinely confident or just plain naive, so he kindly reminded him, "Haven't you inquired about me? My Blue Silver Grass isn't afraid of fire."

Yan scoffed, raising his chin slightly, his eyes filled with arrogance. "How can the trash fire from the Blazing Fire Academy compare to mine? Today I'll show you what real fire is."

Upon hearing this, Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang, who were watching from the sidelines, immediately darkened their expressions.

Huo Wu's eyes were practically spitting fire, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles cracking.

If Feng Xiaotian hadn't been holding her back so tightly, Huo Wu probably would have already rushed onto the stage to challenge Yan Xian to a duel.

Yan offended everyone present with a single sentence.

If the Spirit Hall Team makes it to the afternoon's loser's bracket elimination round, it's easy to imagine that Huo Wu and the others will definitely focus their attacks on him.

Tang San couldn't help but feel a sense of contempt.

As one of the two most famous male simps, Feng Xiaotian succeeded while he ultimately failed. This shows from his emotional intelligence that his failure was not without reason.

Tang San looked at Yan as if he were an idiot, and said with a mocking tone, "You probably don't know how trashy you are. I don't even need to use my Soul Rings to deal with you."

Upon hearing this, Yan flew into a rage. The crimson flames suddenly surged, completely engulfing his body in flames.

The First Soul Ring lit up, and the first Soul Skill, "Hell Magma Charge," was activated.

A crimson pillar of fire erupted from his palm, as thick as a bucket, carrying terrifying heat, and shot straight toward Tang San.

Tang San did not dodge. Blue Silver Grass quickly wove into a shield in front of him.

The pillar of fire struck the shield and exploded with a "boom," scattering flames everywhere.

The shield remained completely still, without even a single scorch mark on its surface.

Yan's pupils contracted sharply.

"Impossible! My flames can melt steel, how could they not burn a few blades of grass?"

His voice rose several octaves, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yan did not give up.

The Second Soul Ring and Third Soul Rings lit up one after another, and a series of fiery attacks bombarded Tang San.

Pillars of fire, lava, and Lie Yan —a variety of fire-based attacks were unleashed in succession, overwhelming everything in their path.

Tang San stood still, motionless.

The Blue Silver shield blocked all fire attacks.

The flames struck the shield, exploding into blinding bursts of light, but the shield remained unmoved, only slightly reddening where it was attacked.

Yan's expression grew increasingly grim.

"Finished? My turn."

Tang San had no intention of letting him off the hook.

With a flick of his right hand, a Blue Silver vine flew out from his palm, swift as lightning, and precisely wrapped around Yan's right ankle.

Yan looked down and his expression changed drastically.

He struggled, but to no avail; his right foot felt as if it were chained.

A second Blue Silver vine wrapped around Yan's left ankle.

Then, with a gentle lift, Yan was lifted upside down.

Yan struggled desperately, unleashing his full Soul Power, with crimson flames burning on his body in an attempt to burn the vines off.

But no matter how high the temperature of the flames was, they couldn't harm Tang San's Blue Silver Grass.

This time, Yan didn't receive the same treatment as Hu Liena.

Tang San began his slow and patient "education".

The Blue Silver vines transformed into a long whip, lashing at Yan's body again and again.

The force of each lash was just right.

Not fatal, but painful enough.

The whip cracked against the skin, making a crisp "snap" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet square.

Yan's screams echoed across the arena, one after another, heart-wrenching.

"Ah!!"

"Smack!!"

"Ah!!"

"Smack!!"

Some audience members turned their heads away, unable to bear watching, while others had excited glints in their eyes.

Some people were even gloating, such as Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang.

On the VIP platform, the lips of the Spirit Hall's high-ranking members twitched; they were utterly helpless in the face of Tang San's blatant insult.

The rules of the match state that as long as no one voluntarily surrenders, faints, or leaves the ring area, anyone can attack freely, and the referee will not intervene as long as no fatal injury is caused.

The old fox Ning Fengzhi still wore that gentle smile, only it was a little deeper.

Tang San lashed Yan dozens of times, and only felt relieved when he saw that Yan's skin was covered with red welts, and in some places the skin had broken and blood was seeping out.

He lifted Yan up like a bag of trash, and with a forceful throw, tossed him off the stage.

Yan fell heavily to the ground, rolled twice, and remained motionless.

I wasn't just dizzy, I was completely stunned.

Why is the flame I'm so proud of completely ineffective against that person's Blue Silver Grass?

How could he possibly remain in the Spirit Hall after being so humiliated in this manner?

Yan's eyes were filled with fear, confusion, and shame.

Tang San stood on the arena, his gaze sweeping over the Spirit Hall's team.

He reached out his hand towards the Spirit Hall Team, clenched his fist, raised a thumb, then rotated it 180 degrees and slammed it down.

The members of the Spirit Hall Team all had ashen faces, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Of course, Tang San didn't use excessive force against them.

Hu Liena was not injured at all; Yan only suffered some physical pain and mental humiliation, which will not affect tomorrow's team competition.

Because Tang San still needs to defeat them once more in the team battle.

He intends to defeat the Spirit Hall Team honorably tomorrow, in the Pope's Palace, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Tang San wanted to humiliate them from every angle, leaving no blind spots.

The referee walked to the center of the arena, raised his right hand, and announced in a loud voice, "In the individual competition, Shrek Academy wins! Spirit Hall Academy and New Godwind Academy will advance to the loser's bracket this afternoon to compete for the other spot in the finals."

Tang San turned around and walked back to Shrek's team.

Dugu Yan, Xiao Wu, Ye Lingling came forward, all three with smiles on their faces.

Others gathered around, their hands clasped together.

"The finals are tomorrow," Tang San said.

"Victory is certain!" the crowd shouted in unison.

On the VIP platform, Xue Qinghe stood up, looking radiant.

She watched Tang San's figure, a wide smile curving her lips.

Today, Tang San not only publicly pledged his loyalty to me, but also defeated Bibi Dong's disciple with overwhelming superiority.

That really makes me look good.

In the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong stood up.

Her gaze lingered on Tang San for a moment before shifting away.

Her expression remained unchanged as she turned and walked into the Pope's Palace.