Soto Fighting Spirit Arena
The showdown between Yellow Wind Kui Wolf and Thousand Hands Asura.
In the end, Thousand Hands Asura barely secured victory by pulling out a crossbow and forcing his opponent back.
The gamblers who had bet on Yellow Wind Kui Wolf could not help cursing the shamelessness of it. How could this be?
Yet the organizers of the Soto Fighting Spirit Arena said nothing.
The fighting spirit arena had no explicit rule forbidding the use of external items. What Thousand Hands Asura had done... did not actually break the rules.
Besides, they had never thought that a mere external weapon could threaten a Soul Master.
"Brother!" Xiao Wu leaped down from the stage and rushed straight toward Tang San.
Seeing the back of Tang San's head split open and bleeding so heavily, she grew so anxious that she was on the verge of tears.
"Miss, only participants are permitted to enter the arena," the referee reminded her.
Tang San swept him with an icy gaze, snorted, then took Xiao Wu's hand and turned to leave.
He was exceedingly displeased with the fighting spirit arena's organizers.
In his view, despite their schemes, he had still defended his honor.
Twelve battles, twelve victories!
Why?
First, the Mental Impact unleashed through the Purple Demon Eyes, combined with the paralysis effect of the Second Soul Skill: Parasitism, had never failed against two-ringed Soul Grand Masters. How could his opponent have broken free so quickly today?
Clearly, his opponent must have taken medicine to counter paralysis before the match began!
Second, the Dragon Beard Needle.
Even Teacher Zhao Wuji, a Seven Ring Soul Saint, could not evade the Dragon Beard Needle he unleashed. How could it have been conveniently dodged by a mere two-ringed Soul Grandmaster?
Third, the Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
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