Your Poison Is Garbage

Each spider silk in the cage was as thick as a thumb, shimmering with silver light, and covered with purplish-black venom.

This instant-cast control skill is indeed very powerful.

Those trapped are not only unable to move, but also constantly suffer from the corrosive effects of the toxins.

Ordinary people wouldn't dare to make any rash moves and would only be trapped in place, passively taking hits.

Only someone like Xiao Wu, who possesses Teleportation, could break this control.

But Tang San is no ordinary person.

He underwent Ice-Fire Body Tempering, and later awakened the Blue Silver Emperor, making his vitality extremely vigorous and truly immune to all poisons.

This amount of venom was no different from plain water to him.

Tang San infused his Soul Power into the Blue Silver Overlord Spear, causing the spear to gleam with golden light.

Then, he swung his gun fiercely, sweeping away thousands of soldiers in one fell swoop.

The golden spear struck the Spiderweb Cage. With a "ripping" sound, the cage was split in two.

But his arm was still grazed by the edge of the spider web, leaving a small cut on his skin.

Zhang San's lips immediately curled into a smug smile, and a glint of confidence flashed in his eyes.

He stopped attacking, stood still, chin slightly raised, and said in a condescending tone, "You've lost. You've been poisoned; you're doomed."

Tang San looked down at the wound on his arm, his expression unchanged.

He stretched out his arm so Zhang San could see clearly.

The skin around the wound is still a normal color, without turning purple or black.

Then, to Zhang San's disbelief, Tang San's wound began to heal, and within a few breaths, it completely disappeared.

Her skin was smooth and flawless, showing no signs of injury.

Zhang San's pupils contracted sharply, his mouth opened wide, and his eyes widened.

His voice was filled with barely suppressed shock. "How is this possible? How can you be unharmed after being poisoned by my deadly poison?"

Tang San withdrew his arm, looked at Zhang San, and said disdainfully, "Your poison is garbage."

These words were like a slap in the face, landing hard on Zhang San's cheek.

He felt a deep sense of humiliation.

Tang San was humiliating him. From the start of the competition until now, from easily dodging to becoming immune to poison, everything he did was telling him that he was no good, that he was inferior to him, and that he was just trash.

Zhang San was furious. The feeling of being trampled on and publicly humiliated almost made him lose his mind.

He attacked frantically and recklessly, his spider legs slashing wildly and his venomous webs spraying indiscriminately.

Tang San sighed.

It's time to end.

The spear thrust out with lightning speed, aiming straight for Zhang San's chest.

Zhang San instinctively tried to dodge the shot.

But the tip of the Blue Silver Overlord Spear followed him like a shadow, and no matter how he dodged, he couldn't escape that cold glint.

"Ah!!"

Zhang San let out a painful cry as the tip of the Blue Silver Overlord Spear pierced one of his spider legs.

He abruptly retreated, widening the distance between himself and Tang San, the wound on his spider leg twitching.

Zhang San was panting heavily, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

His hair was disheveled, his face was contorted, and he looked utterly wretched.

Tang San sheathed his spear and stood looking at Zhang San.

Zhang San stood up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were making a final stand.

He withdrew his Martial Soul Possession state, and in its place, a different kind of light gathered in the palm of his left hand.

As the light faded, a finely crafted repeating crossbow appeared in his palm.

The silver-white body, the exquisite gears and springs, and the rows of holes exposed on the crossbow disc.

The crossbow was not large, only about the length of an adult's forearm.

This is Zhang San's Second Martial Soul, the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.

He has never used it in public since his awakening.

A deafening gasp erupted from the audience; many were witnessing someone fight using Twin Martial Souls for the first time.

Zhang San raised the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow, aimed it at Tang San, and put his finger on the trigger.

His voice carried a ruthless edge, as if he had nothing to lose. "You forced me into this. Today, I'll show you what Twin Martial Souls are all about."

Tang San certainly knew about the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.

That was a powerful weapon among the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, capable of firing sixteen crossbow bolts at once, with an effective range exceeding one hundred meters. Within this range, its power was enough to pierce through the Soul Ancestor's defenses.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Zhang San pulled the trigger repeatedly. Three waves, sixteen crossbow bolts in each wave, a total of forty-eight bolts were fired, raining down on Tang San.

The arrowhead gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light in the sunlight, its whistling sound piercing and sharp, its speed so fast it was almost impossible for the naked eye to perceive.

Every crossbow bolt precisely targeted Tang San's vital points.

A confident smile curved Zhang San's lips.

He believed that this attack, even if it couldn't kill Tang San, would at least severely injure him.

Tang San, however, revealed a slight, disdainful smile.

With his Dreamlike Illusion Eyes activated at full power, even the fastest crossbow bolts appeared to him as if they were being played in slow motion.

The Blue Silver Overlord Spear danced in his hand.

With a simple horizontal sweep, the golden spear shaft transformed into an arc, accurately deflecting all sixteen crossbow bolts in the first wave, none of them hitting Tang San.

The second wave followed immediately.

Tang San's spear spun rapidly, transforming into a golden shield that blocked the two waves of crossbow bolts behind him.

Zhang San's smile froze on his face.

Tang San sheathed his spear and stood calmly. "Your poison is garbage, and this damn repeating crossbow of yours is even more garbage."

A surge of rage rose in Zhang San's chest. The Tang Sect Hidden Weapons were his greatest pride, and he would never allow anyone to slander them.

His eyes were filled with madness as he raised the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow once more.

But before Zhang San could pull the trigger, Tang San had already moved.

The Blue Silver Overlord Spear out, its tip precisely striking the arm of the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.

"Snap!"

The Zhuge Repeating Crossbow flew out of Zhang San's hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Tang San didn't give him time to react.

The spear thrust out again, its tip aimed straight for Zhang San's shoulder.

"Puff!"

The spear tip pierced the flesh, drawing out a drop of blood.

Zhang San's right shoulder was pierced, and blood gushed out from the wound, staining his robes red.

Tang San flicked his arm, flicked the tip of his spear, and lifted Zhang San into the air, sending him flying in an arc before swinging him away.

Zhang San's body flew off the ring and crashed heavily onto the ground outside the ring.

He rolled twice, lying on his back, blood still flowing from the wound on his shoulder.

Zhang San struggled to get up, his eyes filled with shame and anger, but the intense pain in his shoulder made him grimace.

Faced with Tang San's humiliation, he felt utterly ashamed and powerless to do anything about it. Overwhelmed with rage, he fainted.

Outside the arena, the teachers from the Spirit Hall Academy rushed over to check on Zhang San's injuries.

The teacher in charge squatted down to check his wounds, breathing, and pulse, then stood up and glared angrily at Tang San.

Tang San met his gaze, his tone tinged with disdain. "What are you looking at? I've already shown mercy. If my spear had been even slightly off-target, he'd be a corpse by now."

The teacher in charge twitched at the corner of his mouth, and clenched and unclenched his fist.

Tang San was telling the truth, and he couldn't refute it.

The teacher in charge sighed helplessly, called over a few students, and together they carried Zhang San away.

Zhang San lay on the stretcher, his face as pale as paper, his brows furrowed.

Even in his coma, his face still bore the marks of humiliation and resentment.

Tang San stopped paying attention to Zhang San and turned to look at the referee.

The referee stood there, looking towards the direction of the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong sat upright on the gilded chair, showing no emotional fluctuation, and simply nodded slightly.