Huangdou and Shrek, The Peak Duel 2

Because behind him were Ning Rongrong and Oscar.

If he retreated, the back row would be exposed.

Above, there was Yu Feng, and to the side, Osler was watching like a tiger eyeing its prey.

Yu Feng tried several times to bypass Ma Hongjun and dive straight for the back row, but Tang San's Blue Silver Grass always surged from the ground at the critical moment, sealing off his dive path.

It wasn't binding; it was prediction. The grass blades wove into a net at the spot Yu Feng was about to pass, forcing him to change direction.

Osler tried to cut in from the shadows several times, only to be forced back by Tang San's hidden weapons.

A steel needle pinned the spot where he was about to land, and three throwing darts blocked his path of advance.

Tang San and Ma Hongjun, one in front and one behind, forcibly pinned the two agility-type soul masters of Huangdou in place.

Tang San's hidden weapons and Blue Silver Grass sealed Osler's advance, while Ma Hongjun's flames made it impossible for Yu Feng to dive.

But he had to stand here.

He could not retreat a single step.

Yu Tianheng looked at his expression and suddenly smiled.

"Can't retreat?"

His voice was very soft, audible only to the two of them.

"Then stand still!"

Purple lightning reconverged in the palm of his right claw. This time, he would concentrate all his power into this single strike.

The phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon roared at the sky behind him, and the purple lightning illuminated half of his face.

His left arm still bore the scorched marks of Ma Hongjun's flames, and the web of his hand had been split by Dai Mubai's punch, blood dripping from his fingertips.

But his fighting spirit burned brighter than ever.

[Third Soul Skill: Thunder Fury]

Purple lightning exploded from within his body. It was not a continuous discharge, but rather condensed into a circle of purple lightning armor on his skin.

The lightning no longer splashed everywhere but clung to him like a second skin. Every inch of muscle was covered in high-voltage current, yet not a single bit was wasted.

The normal blue lightning had been completely replaced by the explosive purple state.

His body became like a purple meteor, crashing toward Tang San.

Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was running at full power, but he discovered that his speed was slowing down. It wasn't a matter of stamina.

It was because the layer of purple lightning armor on Yu Tianheng left faint electrical charges in the air. Every dodge caused him to touch the residual current, numbing his muscles and delaying his reactions.

This is impossible...

Tang San's pupils constricted.

He finally understood Yu Tianheng's tactic. It wasn't to knock him down with one punch, but to trap him here.

The aftermath of the purple lightning armor would grow thicker, and his speed would become slower and slower until he could no longer dodge.

And he could not retreat.

Not a single step!

Yu Tianheng's right claw smashed into his shoulder. The purple lightning exploded at the moment of impact—not as a continuous burn, but as a high-voltage release concentrated on a single point.

The current drilled into his flesh, scorching his clothes. A charred claw mark appeared on Tang San's shoulder, the edges of the wound rimmed with purple burns.

Tang San let out a muffled groan and stumbled, but he immediately steadied himself.

He still did not use the Eight Spider Lances.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track moved again, and Blue Silver Grass surged from the ground—not to bind Yu Tianheng, but to weave barriers between the two of them.

The grass blades were burned to ash by the purple lightning armor, but each barrier slowed Yu Tianheng by half a beat, and Tang San used that half-beat to create distance.

Hidden weapons flew from his fingers, not aiming at Yu Tianheng's body, but sealing his pursuit path.

A steel needle pinned the spot where Yu Tianheng's left foot was about to land, forcing him to change his stride.

Three throwing darts blocked his right side, forcing him to turn left.

Yu Tianheng's left fist smashed the darts, using pure arm strength without any lightning.

His right claw was tucked at his waist, purple electricity flickering at the tips, waiting for the next opportunity to strike.

The two figures crossed, collided, and separated on the arena.

Tang San was like a loach, slippery and hard to catch.

Yu Tianheng was like a leopard, every strike carrying lethal purple lightning.

But Yu Tianheng's breathing began to grow heavy.

The consumption of Thunder Fury was too great. Although that layer of purple lightning armor was terrifyingly powerful, it was draining his soul power every second.

He had to end this quickly.

His gaze locked onto Tang San's landing spot. Although Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was uncanny, Tang San's stamina was also dropping, and his footwork had begun to develop a pattern.

Now is the time.

Yu Tianheng's right claw smashed toward Tang San for the third time, the purple lightning at his fingertips condensed to its limit.

Tang San dodged to the side, but this time, his feet were half a beat too slow.

Yu Tianheng's left fist shot up from below, slamming solidly into his ribs; there was no lightning, just a pure, heavy punch infused with his full physical strength.

Tang San let out a muffled groan, his entire body sent flying sideways until he slammed into the arena floor, sliding three or four meters away.

But he climbed back up quickly. Blue Silver Grass began to spread from beneath his feet again, and his gaze had changed.

The pride was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating intensity.

Yu Tianheng did not pursue.

His left fist was trembling slightly; that last punch had exhausted his full strength.

The purple lightning armor on his right claw had dimmed significantly, reverting to its normal blue state, his spirit power more than half depleted.

He glanced back at Ye Lingling.

The pink-white light of the Nine-Heart Begonia fell upon him.

His wounds were healing, though not instantaneously; the healing of the Nine-Heart Begonia required a channeling time of about four seconds.

The pink-white light seeped into his wounds like flowing water, muscles slowly regenerating, skin slowly covering over.

Ye Lingling's face turned a shade paler.

Having healed several people in succession, her spirit power was nearly half gone, and every time the blue light flared, her fingers would tremble slightly.

The Nine-Heart Begonia could heal wounds, but it could not restore spirit power; her meridians felt like drained irrigation ditches, empty and aching.

It wasn't just him; the cracks in Shi Mo's turtle shell were being repaired, Yu Feng's scorched wings were regenerating, Tian Xuan's severed vines were regrowing, and the bloody gash on Osler's chest was closing.

But with every person she healed, Ye Lingling's face grew paler.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, and the pink-white light of the Nine-Heart Begonia began to flicker—like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

With Ye Lingling present, the margin for error for Huangdou was a cut above their opponents. But her spirit power was not infinite.

Yu Tianheng turned back to look at Tang San.

"You are indeed strong,"

His voice was calm, "But my teammates are not bad either."

Tang San was silent for a moment, the Blue Silver Grass spreading wildly beneath his feet.

"Continue."

Yu Tianheng smiled.

Blue lightning condensed on his right claw once more, and his figure lunged at Tang San again.

This time, he did not use Thunder Fury.

The purple lightning armor consumed too much spirit power, so he had to use it sparingly; the lightning was concentrated only on his right claw, exploding from blue to purple only at the moment of impact, while his left fist used no lightning at all, serving only to block and restrain.

With every collision, he left a new wound on Tang San.

His right claw left scorched claw marks on Tang San's shoulder, the blue lightning at the tips turning purple upon impact, burning the flesh before extinguishing, while his left fist smashed into his ribs and his knee drove into his thigh.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass left countless welts on his body, and his hidden weapons carved three bloody gashes into his arm.

But Tang San's speed was slowing down—not because of physical exhaustion, but because every time Yu Tianheng's lightning exploded, the residual charge in the air grew denser, and Tang San had to break through that invisible web of electricity with every dodge.

Yet Yu Tianheng did not stop.

Because Ye Lingling would heal him.

Although every healing session required channeling time, although her face grew paler and paler, and although the pink-white light of the Nine-Heart Begonia grew dimmer, she was still healing.

And for Tang San's wounds, there was no one to heal them.

Oscar stood in the back row, gritting his teeth as his right hand pulled a sausage from his robes—the sixth one today.

"I have a big sausage!"

The spirit incantation escaped his lips, the sound echoing across the arena.

His spirit power had hit rock bottom; to create another one would require overdrawing his mental energy.

The sausage could restore physical and spirit power, but it could not heal wounds.

The burns from the purple lightning, the impact of the fists, the bruises on his ribs—these injuries would not vanish just by eating a sausage.

Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda spun above her head, casting its colorful halo to provide precise buffs to those who needed them.

Her face was as pale as paper, her forehead covered in sweat, and her fingers were trembling.

Maintaining the buffs for three people simultaneously, her soul power poured out like water from an opened sluice.

The longer the duration of the buff, the more the consumption increased exponentially; she did not know how much longer she could hold on, but she dared not stop.

If she stopped, they would lose.

And her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, its halo had already begun to tremble slightly; that was the signal that her soul power was about to run dry.

But Yu Tianheng knew that she could not hold on for much longer.

Meanwhile, the Nine-Heart Begonia of Ye Lingling was still steadily emitting a pinkish-white halo.

Although it was growing dimmer, although her lips had lost all color, and although her vision was beginning to blur, she was still healing.

This was the tactic of Huangdou.

Yu Tianheng recited silently in his heart.

Trading injury for injury, blood for blood. You have support, we have healing. You have coordination, we have levels. You have tactics, we have Ye Lingling.

The longer this drags on, the less you will be able to hold out.

His right claw slammed into the shoulder of Tang San once again, the blue electric light exploding the moment it made contact, turning purple and scorching the last remaining intact piece of his clothing.

Tang San stumbled backward, bracing his hands against the ground, but this time, he did not stand up immediately.

He raised his head and looked into the eyes of Yu Tianheng.

In those purple eyes, the pride had completely vanished, replaced by a sense of determination.

Yu Tianheng recognized that look.

It was the look of a gambler about to wager their final chip.