Huangdou and Shrek, Peak Showdown 4

Tang San's figure vanished from where he stood.

It was not Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, but pure, beast-like explosive power.

The next second, he had already appeared in front of Shi Mo.

Four tips of the Eight Spider Lances thrust simultaneously toward Shi Mo's tortoise shell.

Shi Mo's Black Tortoise defense was nearly top-tier among his peers, but as the tips of the Eight Spider Lances pierced the shell, a teeth-grinding sound of fracturing echoed out, and the four spider lances drove straight in.

"Ah--!"

Shi Mo screamed as he retreated, four holes appearing in his tortoise shell, blood gushing out from the openings.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, his lips trembling, but he gritted his teeth and refused to fall.

The skin around the wounds rapidly turned an unnatural shade of blue-purple, and Shi Mo felt as if his limbs had been filled with lead; a heavy sensation spread from the wounds throughout his entire body.

Blue Silver Grass surged from beneath Tang San's feet, not in a display of precise control, but as a wild, furious venting of rage.

Blue-purple blades of grass grew frantically beneath Shi Mo's feet, binding his ankles, knees, and waist.

The grass blades were shredded by the edges of the tortoise shell, but more surged forward, layer upon layer, drowning Shi Mo's lower body like a tide.

Tang San's Eight Spider Lances rose once more, their tips aimed directly at Shi Mo's chest.

"Tang San!"

Yu Tianheng's roar exploded from the side.

His soul power was nearly exhausted, but he did not hesitate.

Purple lightning burned from his will as his body slammed toward Tang San.

Two of the Eight Spider Lances snapped out from behind, meeting Yu Tianheng's right claw.

The spider lances collided with the dragon claw, and Yu Tianheng was sent staggering back by the recoil.

The tip of one spider lance sliced across his ribs, and the blue-purple color rapidly spread around the wound.

But he did not stop.

"Look clearly at what you are doing!"

His body slammed into Tang San's side; there was no lightning, only a body pushed to its absolute limit, and the two of them tumbled onto the arena floor together.

As they fell, Tang San's Eight Spider Lances instinctively thrust toward Yu Tianheng, the four tips stopping just an inch away from his throat and chest.

Yu Tianheng did not dodge.

He lay on the ground, gasping for air, staring into Tang San's eyes.

But Tang San did not hear him; there was only scarlet in his pupils.

The dark red patterns on the Eight Spider Lances lit up again, the tips beginning to vibrate slightly—it was the instinct of a predator catching the scent of prey.

Stab it down.

A voice inside his body whispered.

"San!"

Dai Mubai's voice exploded from the side.

"Get away!"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was hoarse, stained with blood.

Then, a massive force slammed into Tang San's waist from the side.

His entire body flew sideways, his back crashing into the pillar at the edge of the arena.

With a boom, stone debris scattered everywhere.

Osler stood where he had just been, his ghost claws still held in the striking position, watching the prone Tang San with vigilance.

In that split second, he had seen Tang San's eyes—they were not the eyes of a human.

If he had arrived a second later, if his speed had been even a fraction slower...

Yu Tianheng climbed up from the ground, his right arm hanging limply at his side, his face ashen, the right side of his body already beginning to go numb, but he gritted his teeth and refused to fall.

He looked at Osler, his lips moving, but no words came out.

"Boss Yu," Osler's voice was tight, "His spider lances... are poisonous."

Yu Tianheng looked down at the wound on his ribs; the blue-purple toxin had already spread to his chest, but he did not look at his own injury.

His gaze passed over Osler's shoulder, locked firmly onto Tang San.

Tang San lay at the edge of the arena, his Eight Spider Lances spread out behind him like a giant spider, his shoulders heaving violently, accompanied by breaths that did not sound human.

"Third Brother!"

Xiao Wu's voice came from afar, laced with tears.

Tang San's fingers twitched.

"Third Brother! Wake up!"

Xiao Wu's voice was like a needle, piercing through that layer of scarlet mist.

Tang San's eyes blinked, and the scarlet hue faded slightly.

He jerked his head up.

Osler stood in front of Yu Tianheng, his ghost claws slightly curved, watching him with caution.

Tang San's pupils constricted sharply.

What was he... about to do just now?

The tips of the Eight Spider Lances still retained a trace of dark red light; that was... that was the precursor to devouring. If he had stabbed down...

His back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

No, that ability must never be seen by anyone.

He looked over to this side and saw Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu was still lying on the ground, gritting her teeth as she propped up her upper body.

But she was looking at him, and in her eyes, there was no fear, only worry.

Worry for him!

Then he saw the spectator stands, twenty thousand pairs of eyes.

The few figures standing up in the VIP area, the grave smile on Chen Jieqi, and the faint golden patterns flickering at the cuffs of the black-robed elder.

Everyone had seen it.

The Eight Spider Lances, the External Spirit Bone, all his secrets.

What if these people knew his Eight Spider Lances had the effect of devouring?

What would Xiao Wu think?

No, he couldn't use it again.

The Eight Spider Lances trembled slightly behind his back, the dark red patterns slowly fading away, returning to their cold, icy blue-purple.

In the VIP area, the black-robed elder slowly sat down, a playful smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"He held back... interesting. It's not that he couldn't control it, but that he didn't want people to see it."

His companion beside him frowned.

"That thing on his back... is it a Man Faced Demon Spider?"

"No," the elder shook his head.

"It's rarer than a Man Faced Demon Spider. That is an External Spirit Bone, one that evolves along with its host... if he is willing to expose it."

He paused, his gaze landing on Tang San, his voice dropping a few decibels.

"This kid is smarter than I imagined; he knows what should be shown and what should be hidden for a lifetime."

He was silent for a moment, then added another sentence, his voice even softer, as if speaking only to himself.

"After tonight, keep an eye on this child named Tang San."

Tang San slowly retracted the Eight Spider Lances, kneeling on one knee, gasping for air.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the arena floor and mixing with the blood.

He raised his head and looked at Yu Tianheng.

Yu Tianheng stepped out from behind Osler and stood before him.

The lightning on his right claw had completely extinguished, the knuckles of his left fist were likely fractured, the blood hole in his shoulder was still oozing blood, the wound on his ribs was a bruised purple, and his right arm hung limply at his side, his fingertips slightly curled and completely devoid of sensation, yet he stood very straight.

The scarlet in Tang San's eyes had completely faded; he looked at Yu Tianheng and remained silent for a long time.

"I lost," he said.

His voice was very soft, but everyone on the arena heard it.

Yu Tianheng was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

He looked at his teammates behind him; Shi Mo and Shi Mo were covered in wounds but were still standing, especially Shi Mo, whose wound color was deeper than his own.

Tian Xuan's Azure Vine was mostly shattered, but he hadn't fallen; Yu Feng stood unsteadily, half his body scorched; Osler's face was pale, his ghost claws stained with blood.

And Ye Lingling was already barely able to stand.

The pink-white light of the Nine-Heart Begonia was growing dimmer, her lips had lost all color, and her vision was beginning to blur, but she was still maintaining the healing.

Yu Tianheng turned back to look at Tang San.

"You are very strong,"

His voice was hoarse, but sincere, "But sometimes, the strongest opponent is not the person standing across from you."

Tang San was silent for a moment.

"It's the one standing in your own heart."

He said in a low voice.

Yu Tianheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Let's go,"

He turned around and walked toward his teammates, "It's time to go thank Ye Lingling."

He walked to Ye Lingling's side and reached out to support her shoulders. Ye Lingling looked up, her face as pale as paper, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"We won."

She said softly.

"Yeah,"

Yu Tianheng nodded, "Thanks to you."

When Yu Tianheng reached the edge of the arena, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

Tang San was still kneeling on the arena, and Xiao Wu was walking toward him.

Yu Tianheng was silent for a moment, then turned and continued walking forward.

Tang San knelt on the arena, watching the seven members of the Huangdou Team support each other as they walked off the stage.

Ye Lingling walked at the very back, the pinkish-white light of the Nine-Heart Begonia finally extinguishing.

Her steps were unsteady, as if she might collapse at any moment. Tian Xuan turned back to support her, and she didn't speak, just nodded gently.

Then Tang San heard the sounds behind him.

Dai Mubai climbed up from the ground, walked to Zhu Zhuqing's side, and helped her up. Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, just leaned on his shoulder with her eyes closed.

Ma Hongjun climbed up from the ground, clutching his chest and grumbling about something.

Oscar lay on the ground, the clothes on his back soaked with blood, but he was laughing.

"Fatty, that last shot of yours was fucking accurate..."

"Shut up, your shoulder is torn open and you still have the heart to praise me..."

Ning Rongrong climbed up from the ground, stumbled over to Oscar's side, crouched down, and draped his arm over her shoulder.

Xiao Wu clutched her waist and walked step by step to Tang San's side.

"Third Brother..."

Her voice was very soft, carrying a hint of a sob.

Tang San looked up at Xiao Wu.

There was still blood at the corner of her mouth and her face was still pale, but she was smiling.

"You were so scary just now!"

Xiao Wu said, "Your eyes were all red."

She paused, her voice dropping a few notches, as if speaking only for Tang San to hear, "But I know, you aren't like that. You were just... too worried about me."

Tang San was silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry." He said, Immediately, he added silently in his heart, "I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm sorry that I almost exposed myself.

The hidden weapons of the Tang Sect, the devouring ability of the Eight Spider Lances—none of these things can be known by others.

Too much has already been exposed today. Next time... I cannot be like this again."

Xiao Wu shook her head and reached out her hand.

"Let's go, help me up."

Tang San gripped her hand and stood up.

On the arena, the Shrek Seven Devils supported each other and walked down step by step.

Doudou stood on the main Soul Fighting Arena, watching the backs of both teams, and took a deep breath. Her voice rang out across the entire venue, "Team Soul Fighting—Huangdou Team, victory!"

The applause and cheers of twenty thousand people erupted once again, but this time, many were applauding for the losers.

And in a corner of the spectator stands, several pairs of eyes never left Tang San's back.

Someone pulled out paper and a pen, hurriedly recording something in the dim light.

Someone was whispering, their voices drowned out by the applause, with only their lip movements vaguely discernible, "Shrek... Tang San... External Spirit Bone..."

After tonight, the name "Shrek's Tang San" would no longer belong only to the Suotuo Great Soul Arena!