Stripping the Spider Lances, Tang Hao Arrived

"Rongrong!!" Oscar's eyes turned bloodshot. "I'll fight you to the—"

"Fight me how?" A cold voice sounded beside his ear.

A heavy straight punch, devoid of any flourish, smashed into Oscar's chest!

"Puh—" Oscar spat out a mouthful of blood. The crack of his breastbone shattering was clearly audible as he doubled over in agony.

"MAN—!" Zhao Linchuan did not pause for a moment. A vicious elbow strike immediately followed, slamming hard into his back!

"Ah!" Oscar fell face-first to the ground, then Zhao Linchuan kicked him off the arena.

"Bastard! Phoenix Fireline!" Ma Hongjun puffed up his chubby cheeks and spewed forth a torrent of flames.

Zhao Linchuan blurred, easily evading the flames. He instantly closed in on Ma Hongjun and drove a swift knee hard into his abdomen!

"Urgh—" Ma Hongjun's eyes bulged as stomach fluid mixed with acid sprayed from his mouth. He curled up and collapsed in agony.

Just as Zhao Linchuan prepared to follow up with another blow, several incomparably faint sounds of projectiles slicing through the air came again.

Zhao Linchuan's ear twitched, and a cruel smile curled across his lips. He grabbed the painfully curled-up Ma Hongjun and used him as a shield, placing him before himself.

"Ah—!! Third Brother! Third Brother!! It's me! It's me—!!" Ma Hongjun let out a shrill scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Dragon Whisker Needles?" Zhao Linchuan clicked his tongue twice and Shook Head. "How pitiful." He casually threw the still-screaming Ma Hongjun off the arena.

Barely a minute had passed since the battle began. Of the imposing Shrek Seven Devils, only Tang San and Xiao Wu remained standing on the stage.

Tang San's expression was graver than ever as he shielded Xiao Wu behind him. "Xiao Wu, get down first. I'll deal with him..."

Before he could finish speaking, a faint pink glow had already lit up around Xiao Wu, and her figure instantly blurred.

"No! Xiao Wu! Come back!" Tang San shouted in horror.

The next instant, Xiao Wu appeared behind Zhao Linchuan using Teleportation, ready to unleash Waist Bow. Yet what greeted her was not an opening, but a vicious, precise backhanded palm strike to the chest, landing heavily against her soft breast.

"Ugh!" All of Xiao Wu's movements froze instantly. The color drained from her face, and her breath caught in her chest, nearly causing her to pass out.

Zhao Linchuan's hand clamped around her neck like iron pincers, lifting her entire body off the ground.

"Someone delivered herself right to me?" His voice carried a trace of amusement.

"Let her go!" Veins Bulging on Tang San's forehead, his eyes instantly turned crimson as he panted like a bull!

Holding Xiao Wu, Zhao Linchuan slowly turned around and looked mockingly at the nearly crazed Tang San. "What if I don't?"

"Then you'll die!" Tang San's voice was hoarse.

"Third Brother... I'm fine..." Xiao Wu struggled with difficulty, pink light flashing in her eyes again as she tried to use Teleportation to escape.

Zhao Linchuan narrowed his eyes. "Trying to run?"

He lightly Lift Up his right foot, then seemingly casually stomped it toward the ground.

"Buzz—!"

Centered on where his foot landed, a dazzling Blue Lightning Light spread out in an instant like a raging tide, forming a Lightning Domain that covered the entire Soul Fighting Arena!

Dense Electric Snakes wriggled and crackled within it.

Xiao Wu's blurred figure was forced to solidify once more. To her horror, she found that her connection to the surrounding space seemed to have been severed. "My Teleportation... can't be used?!"

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San could endure no longer. Using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his figure flickered unpredictably as he unleashed Willow Leaf Blades, Money Darts, Flying Locust Stones...

Countless hidden weapons became a rain of metal, blanketing Zhao Linchuan from all directions.

"You want her? Then I'll give her to you!"

Zhao Linchuan exerted force with his arm and threw the unconscious Xiao Wu toward that rain of metal.

"No! Xiao Wu!!" Tang San was terrified out of his wits. In his desperation, he could no longer worry about concealing his trump card!

"Rip!"

Along with the sound of cloth tearing, eight savage, bizarre spider legs shot out from his back!

Purple Demon Eye was driven to its limit, and with the enhancement of the Eight Spider Lances, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track's speed surged dramatically!

He became a purple-black Flowing Light, charging recklessly into the rain of hidden weapons, trying to save Xiao Wu before she was riddled with holes.

"I've finally been waiting for this!"

A fierce glint burst out in Zhao Linchuan's eyes. This was the very moment he had been waiting for!

He suddenly brought his palms together before his chest. Two blue-white lightning spheres in his palms erupted with terrifying Soul Power Fluctuations.

"Boom—!!!"

His palms clapped together, and the lightning spheres collided!

A blinding Lightning Light erupted like a miniature sun, instantly swallowing the entire Soul Fighting Arena. Every spectator instinctively shut their eyes, or was left streaming with tears from the intense glare.

"Ah—!!!"

Tang San's agonized scream rang out from within the lightning.

The light faded.

On the Soul Fighting Arena, Zhao Linchuan still stood proudly, several drops of crimson blood dripping from his fingertips.

Not Far Away before him, Tang San lay twitching on the ground, his clothes on his back completely shredded and his flesh a bloody mess.

Zhao Linchuan flicked the blood from his fingertips and looked at the dumbfounded referee beside him. "Honorable referee, shouldn't you announce the result?"

The referee fiercely rubbed his tear-filled eyes. "The... the winner is Zhao Linchuan!"

There was no applause, only sharp intakes of breath, along with constant sniffling and eye-rubbing caused by the blinding light.

Zhao Linchuan slowly walked off the arena, his figure disappearing calmly into the shadows of the passageway.

A moment later, Yu Xiaogang rushed onto the arena like a madman. He threw himself beside Tang San and saw the bloody, mangled back where white bone was visible. Clutching his head with both hands, he howled:

"It's over! It's over!!! Little San's Eight Spider Lances... he... he tore them off by force!!!!"

"Old Zhao!! Go after him—!!"

Outside Suotuo City, night had thickened over a secluded country road.

Zhao Linchuan leisurely toyed with the palm-sized section of Eight Spider Lance in his hand. "Without this thing, let's see how you'll exploit loopholes later to absorb the vast Soul Power of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King..."

Suddenly, Zhao Linchuan Focused his gaze.

Not Far Away ahead, a burly middle-aged man draped in a tattered black robe silently appeared.

A dense murderous aura and suppressed Soul Power Fluctuation emanated from his body. His low voice was like muffled thunder. "Hand it over!"

Rather than showing fear, the smile on Zhao Linchuan's face deepened.

He secretly sent a Telepathic Transmission: Old Man, how are things? Are you confident?

Dugu Bo, lurking in the shadows, immediately replied with a hint of smugness in his voice. Don't worry. This Old Man has followed him for days and already tampered with his daily food and drink. The poison has seeped deep into his lungs, entrails, and meridians.

The more urgently he circulates his Soul Power right now, the faster the poison will act up.

As long as this Old Man wills it, he'll immediately collapse to the ground, at the mercy of others.

In that case, there's no need for me to hurry. Zhao Linchuan's heart settled. He cleared his throat, faced Tang Hao, and spread his hands in feigned confusion.

"Hand it over? Hand over what? Sir, there isn't a single thing On Body me that doesn't belong to me."

"What do you mean by that?"

He even deliberately lowered his head to look at the Eight Spider Lance held in his Left Hand, then looked back up at Tang Hao with an innocent expression, as if he truly did not understand what the other party was demanding.

Tang Hao's gaze suddenly became incomparably sharp, his icy killing intent nearly taking physical form.

"Kid, you're courting death." His voice was freezing. As he spoke, an overwhelmingly terrifying pressure swept outward from him like a tide!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

A full nine Soul Rings rose slowly from beneath his feet. In particular, that bewitching and dazzling hundred-thousand-year red Soul Ring pulsed around his body.

The terrifying aura of a Titled Douluo made the surrounding air seem to solidify. The crushing pressure caused the grass and trees by the roadside to bend low.

"You have colluded with Spirit Hall, haven't you? What a pity. Today, you are destined to die here!"

(If nothing unexpected happens, the premium release should be tomorrow, so the update may be a little late. Also, this struggling author is begging online for continued reading and five-star ratings. Once the numbers come in, I'll Add Update.)