The latter was clearly starting to panic.
His Blue Silver Grass had no ability to resist the opponent's spear.
It shattered at the slightest touch.
Tang San could feel his Soul Power running low.
Forget about lasting through the next one-on-one soul battle.
Even after this match, he probably would not have much Soul Power left in his body.
"Whoosh—!"
Several Blue Silver Grass vines crawled out along the ground under Tang San's control, wrapping around the man in yellow robe's feet.
Then, with a light sweep of his spear, the man in yellow robe cut the Blue Silver Grass apart.
In the blink of an eye, he had arrived within fifteen meters of Tang San.
Tang San clenched his fists.
He had already been holding his breath.
He relied on the circulation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body to move freely.
While he might have been more capable of enduring it than others,
he was positioned right in the middle.
He had to withstand attacks from every direction at once.
If he did not hold his breath, he simply could not endure it.
Tang San was gambling now. He was betting that his opponent would not dare enter the area around him.
His guess was right. Ordinary people really would not fucking dare.
But Tang San had not expected that he was about to face a madman.
Sure enough, after charging to within twelve meters of Tang San, the man in yellow robe stopped.
His brow furrowed as he looked at the large patch of filth ahead of him, and his stomach churned again.
But this time, he endured it.
"Whoosh—!"
The next instant, the spear tip swept a half arc across the ground.
Then, under the horrified gazes of everyone below the stage,
the man in