Tang San: You Have Chosen Death! (First Update)

Great Soul Arena.

On the arena platform.

At the referee's shout of "Begin the match!"

Yellow Wind Kui Wolf and Thousand Hands Asura suddenly burst into action, charging toward each other as their First Soul Rings lit up.

"First Soul Skill: Gale Slash!"

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!" Tang San raised his hand, and half-foot-tall Blue Silver Grass instantly spread across the entire arena. Countless blades of Blue Silver Grass surged toward Yellow Wind Kui Wolf, winding around him.

Yellow Wind Kui Wolf's powerful legs tore apart the entangling Blue Silver Grass, forcing him to slow down. His hands formed claws as he slashed out two crossing wind blades, ripping a gap through the Blue Silver Grass Thicket.

Using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Tang San moved so quickly that he left afterimages as he dodged sideways. At the same time, he controlled the Blue Silver Grass to gather into vines that lashed toward the charging Yellow Wind Kui Wolf.

Yellow Wind Kui Wolf shielded his head with both arms and directly endured the whipping with his physical body.

"Hmph, I really don't know how you managed to win eleven matches in a row!" Yellow Wind Kui Wolf taunted.

Even more mockingly, he still had to keep acting.

Tang San snorted coldly. The moment you underestimated me, you had already lost!

Purple radiance shimmered in his eyes.

Relying on his speed advantage, Yellow Wind Kui Wolf closed the distance and raised his sharp wolf claws, lunging straight at Tang San.

At that instant, an imperceptible cold smile curled at Tang San's lips.

The charging Yellow Wind Kui Wolf suddenly gained a mysterious third-person perspective.

It was a grayish-white, all-encompassing view. He could clearly see his own condition, the glowing Blue Silver seeds hidden within his clothes, the purple gleam in Thousand Hands Asura's eyes, and that faint smile on his lips.

This was—

"Purple Demon Eyes!" Purple light erupted from Tang San's eyes as a Mental Impact shot straight at Yellow Wind Kui Wolf.

His Mental Impact left no trace and could be considered a trump-card-level technique.

Yellow Wind Kui Wolf immediately froze in place, unable to move.

At the same time.

Tang San rushed toward him, and the second century-level Soul Ring on his body suddenly shone with yellow light.

"Second Soul Skill: Parasitism!"

The Blue Silver Grass seeds parasitizing Yellow Wind Kui Wolf's body suddenly activated, drawing on the Soul Power within him to grow massive Blue Silver vines that bound him tightly.

His Parasitism Soul Skill possessed a paralyzing toxin that could temporarily rob someone of the ability to resist.

Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to close in at high speed, then drove his knee upward, striking directly at Yellow Wind Kui Wolf's jaw.

The audience erupted in cheers.

Then, sharp wolf claws suddenly tore through layers of Blue Silver Grass and seized Tang San by the ankle.

Tang San's expression instantly stiffened.

How had he regained consciousness so quickly? How could he—

The next moment, Yellow Wind Kui Wolf grabbed Tang San by the ankle and spun him through the air like a windmill, producing a howling whistle.

Tang San was spun around like a circus prop until his head swam, yet he was unable to break free from the wolf claws' grip.

Those in the audience who had bet on Thousand Hands Asura winning immediately felt their hearts sink.

When Xiao Wu saw this, her pupils contracted. She sprang from her seat in fright, nervously gripping the railing in front of her so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Brother..."

Dai Mubai's expression also changed.

"Little San..."

Yu Xiaogang merely shook his head with a slight frown.

Since he had chosen the control-system path, why was he fighting a agility-attack-system Soul Master in close combat?

He knew that Little San's close-combat abilities were strong, strong enough to fight Dai Mubai to a draw.

But that was only in the early stages, and he could only show off his strength then. As they developed further, the gap between Soul Masters specializing in different paths would become increasingly obvious.

He never listened to advice. Otherwise, he would not have made such a major mistake today.

In the VIP seats.

Huo Yuhao swirled his wineglass, one leg crossed over the other, watching Tang San get beaten below.

The organizer's manager beside him was sweating profusely.

Fuck, what... what is going on?

He absolutely cannot lose. I secretly placed a follow-up bet on him too.

Zi Ling held a cup of juice as her short little legs swung back and forth.

She had no interest in the weaklings pecking at each other below. She only felt that Huo Yuhao was about to lose money.

In her eyes, Huo Yuhao had boldly wagered five hundred thousand on Thousand Hands Asura because he thought highly of him.

But judging from the situation now, the man with the wolf martial soul was clearly superior.

Zi Ling's gaze swept toward the ordinary audience seats.

The girl in pink with a scorpion braid looked anxious.

It seemed that she was with the guy being spun around like a windmill down below.

On the arena platform.

Yellow Wind Kui Wolf wondered whether he should tear up their agreement and use Thousand Hands Asura as a stepping stone to rise to fame. Perhaps he could make even more money that way.

Tang San, being spun like a windmill, gritted his teeth and pressed a hand to the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night at his waist. He immediately took out three golden pellets and embedded them on his fingernails.

You have chosen death!

With his mysterious third-person perspective, Yellow Wind Kui Wolf naturally saw Tang San's little movements.

What was that?

Tang San poured Soul Power into his fingertips, and the golden pellets immediately stretched taut into thin golden threads.

Yellow Wind Kui Wolf instantly became wary. He raised his hand and slammed Tang San to the ground, then swiftly retreated.

The sudden slam left Tang San dazed. The Dragon Beard Needles he fired through gritted teeth were also dodged by his opponent's seemingly prophetic reaction.

Tang San climbed to his feet from the arena floor, raising a hand to cover the bleeding back of his head. His eyes brimmed with killing intent.

Damn it!

He pulled out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow from the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night and aimed the opening of its black arrow case at Yellow Wind Kui Wolf across from him.

Yellow Wind Kui Wolf saw the structural details of the black box in Thousand Hands Asura's hand. There were actually six arrows concealed inside.

???

The turn of events happened so quickly that even the referee failed to react, unable to determine what exactly Thousand Hands Asura was holding.

Die!

Tang San violently pulled the trigger. Six black cold arrows shot out at once, arranged in a rectangular formation as they streaked toward Yellow Wind Kui Wolf.

Tang San sneered inwardly.

At this distance, there was no way he could react.

Did he think his mortal flesh could block the Godly Zhuge Crossbow?

Only your blood can wash away the humiliation I suffered!

A powerful protective aura appeared around Yellow Wind Kui Wolf's body. The arrows pierced through his defense, their sharp tips pressing against his vital points.

He swallowed with difficulty.

"I... surrender."

He was only throwing a fixed match. Why risk his life?

Tang San was also somewhat stunned.

How—how had he reacted?

Even if he had reacted in time, how had he used that little Soul Power to block the Godly Zhuge Crossbow?

The referee was equally dumbfounded.

Thousand Hands Asura had suddenly flown into a rage, pulled out a crossbow, and ambushed Yellow Wind Kui Wolf, forcing him to surrender.

He could not determine how to rule on the matter.

Because this had been a fixed match from the start, and he was supposed to favor Thousand Hands Asura. Otherwise...

Fortunately, the ambush had not caused any casualties.

"Thousand Hands Asura wins this match!"

Yellow Wind Kui Wolf raised no objections and immediately turned to leave the platform.

Fuck, that scared the hell out of me.

Tang San, however, put away the Godly Zhuge Crossbow with a dark expression.

The Dragon Beard Needles had been dodged. He had even brought out his killing trump card, yet he had failed to draw blood, let alone kill with one strike. He had not expected that at all.

In the audience seats.

Yu Xiaogang's expression was somewhat ugly as he turned and left.

Xiao Wu rushed toward the arena platform to find her Third Brother.

Dai Mubai's face was solemn.

That look in Little San's eyes just now—he had truly intended to kill.