Entangling Ropes VS Fatal Seeds

Crack! Crack!

The once-vibrant ancient tree suddenly let out a pained groan.

Its rough bark began to swell grotesquely, as though something inside the trunk were growing madly, about to burst free!

Then—

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Countless sharp blades of Blue Silver Grass shot out from within the trunk like steel needles!

They were not wrapping around it from the outside.

They had... exploded out from within!

Even more terrifyingly—

The Blue Silver Grass that drilled out from inside was an eerie withered yellow.

Because the instant they emerged, they had already drained every drop of moisture and life essence from the ancient tree!

The once-lush green canopy turned yellow and curled up within three short seconds.

The massive trunk rapidly shriveled and became brittle.

Rustle—

A gust of wind swept past.

The ancient tree that had lived for a century instantly turned into a pile of dry wood powder and scattered on the wind!

Not even bones remained.

All that was left was a patch of dead gray ash and several Blue Silver Grass blades swaying in the wind, looking especially bewitching after their feast.

Bai Tang San stopped writing and glanced back at the powder on the ground.

A trace of disdain flashed through his eyes.

"External entanglement?"

"That's just a trick for brutes."

"As long as they have enough strength, they can break free."

"As long as they have a sharp blade, they can cut it apart."

"That kind of control is far too low-level."

He put away his notebook and looked at his palm.

"But what if the seeds are inhaled into the body?"

"They take root in the blood vessels and sprout in the meridians."

"They drain your blood and burst your internal organs."

"Even immortals can't save you."

A chilling smile curled across Bai Tang San's lips.

"This is real control."

"Control over life and death."

[Real World]

It exploded.

Completely exploded.

If the previous comparison had merely been a clash of ideas—

Then this was a devastating blow to both sight and understanding!

Inside Spirit Hall's Elder Hall—

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan abruptly rose to his feet. His bewitching face was now filled with terror and shock.

As a plant-type Titled Douluo, he understood better than anyone just how valuable this move was.

"Madman..."

"He's practically a top-tier assassin wearing a plant's skin!"

Yue Guan's voice had turned shrill.

"Planting seeds inside the body, triggering them instantly, draining away life..."

"With this move, forget Soul Masters of the same rank."

"Even Soul Masters ten or twenty levels above him would be lucky to survive without being crippled if they carelessly inhaled a single spore!"

He turned to look at Hei Tang San, who was still smug on the screen, his eyes filled with contempt.

"That Yu Xiaogang is practically blind!"

"He trained such a supreme talent, capable of killing without a trace, into a laborer who used ropes to tie stones?"

"That's mistaking pearls for fish eyes! What a terrible waste!"

Ghost Douluo beside him also sucked in a cold breath.

"It really is terrifying."

"Even if Hei Tang San's Entanglement traps someone, they can still resist and release Soul Skills."

"But Bai Tang San's move..."

"Once it activates, it destroys the target from within."

"It doesn't give them any chance to fight back."

"This is the true... killing move."

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy—

Control System Soul Master Tang San... no, Hei Tang San—

Stared blankly at the Sky Curtain.

His hands were still trembling, as though he were still savoring the "pleasure" of crushing the stone earlier.

But now—

As he looked at the tree powder drifting away on the wind—

That pleasure instantly turned into bone-deep cold.

"An internal... eruption?"

"Draining... life?"

Hei Tang San instinctively touched his throat.

If he fought Bai Tang San—

If he inhaled a seed like that...

The consequences were unimaginable!

"No... that's too cruel..."

"Soul Masters spar to a certain point. How can someone use such an evil technique?"

Hei Tang San tried to comfort himself with morality.

But deep in his heart, a voice coldly mocked him:

"On the battlefield, will enemies discuss cruelty with you?"

"Any skill that can kill is a divine skill!"

Beside him—

Yu Xiaogang's expression could no longer be described as merely ugly.

It was deathly pale.

The pale look of someone who had lost everything.

His cherished doctrine of "control is king" was nothing more than a child's game before Bai Tang San's "Fatal Seed."

What toughness?

What restraint?

The other side could grow grass straight out of your stomach! What use was toughness then?

"This... this violates the common sense of the Soul Master World..."

"How can a plant-type Martial Soul be used like this..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, still trying to uphold his crumbling tower of theories.

But the suspicious eyes all around him already said everything.

The Sky Curtain continued.

The test was over. Next came a more long-term plan.

Yu Xiaogang of the Black World brought out his unchanging "training plan."

Meanwhile, Tang San of the White World picked up his pen once more.

He began a resistance-improvement experiment that would drive every plant-type Soul Master mad.

It concerned fire—and weakness.

[Black World]

Inside Yu Xiaogang's office, the bookshelves were piled with all kinds of old materials.

Hei Tang San sat upright, holding a small notebook with a focused expression, afraid of missing even a single word from Teacher.

"Xiao San, although your Blue Silver Grass has gained the toughness attribute, you must always remember its natural enemy."

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his tone solemn, as though he were imparting some supreme truth.

"Plant-type Martial Souls are naturally afraid of fire."

"This is a weakness carved into their genes. It cannot be changed."

He picked up a pen and wrote a large character for "fire" on a sheet of paper, then drew a red cross over it.

"If you encounter an opponent with a fire-attribute Martial Soul in the future, especially a Soul Master like those from Blazing Fire Academy who possess top-tier fire-type Martial Souls—"

"The first thing you must do is—"

"Avoid their edge."

"Or use the terrain and the cover provided by water-attribute teammates."

"Never try to use Blue Silver Grass to withstand flames head-on. That would be no different from courting death."

Hei Tang San nodded repeatedly, his pen racing across the page.

Under the section marked "weakness," he solemnly wrote the word "fire" and added three exclamation marks after it.

"Teacher is right. Elemental restraint is a fundamental law of the Soul Master World."

"I must always be wary of fire-type Soul Masters."

He engraved that doctrine deep into his mind.

From then on, whenever he saw flames, his first thought was not how to defeat them, but how to escape.

Because Teacher had said so.

Because this was "common sense."

[White World]

The scene shifted.

It was the same library.

But Bai Tang San was not sitting there listening to anyone preach.

Alone, he occupied a broad experiment table.

The table was covered in all sorts of bottles and jars, along with a red blade of grass sealed within a Jade Box.

It was not the Immortal Herb Infernal Delicate Apricot, but its companion grass—Crimson Flame Grass.

Though it was merely a companion grass, the scorching aura it emitted still caused the surrounding air to distort faintly.

Bai Tang San held a quill in his hand as he wrote on a scroll titled <Blue Silver Grass Resistance Improvement Experiment Report>.

He looked up at the word "fire" in Hei Tang San's notebook on the Sky Curtain.

A contemptuous sneer tugged at his lips.

"Afraid of fire?"

"What laughable common sense."

"Isn't the essence of Soul Master cultivation to defy the heavens and break through common sense?"

Bai Tang San set down his pen, madness and reason gleaming in his eyes.

"If you avoid something simply because you fear it—"

"Then Blue Silver Grass will remain a low-grade Martial Soul forever."

"If it wants to become an emperor, it must overcome its weakness."

"Or even... devour that weakness!"