Even Clay Has Its Limits

Meng Yiran's pupils suddenly contracted.

All she saw was a blur before her eyes. The blue-clad youth had already slid along her Serpent Cane and closed in on her.

Tang San's hands gleamed like jade, radiating the lustrous glow of Mysterious Jade as he slammed them downward.

"First Spirit Skill!"

Tang San's voice was low, yet it carried an authority like judgment.

"Blue Silver Entanglement!"

Dozens of thick Blue Silver Grass stalks instantly burst from the ground!

The Blue Silver Grass intertwined, seemingly forming a massive Blue Silver Prison that twisted toward Meng Yiran to crush her!

"Break for me!!"

Meng Yiran screamed as her second Spirit Ring abruptly lit up.

"Second Spirit Skill: Snake Body!"

Her body twisted at extreme speed, evading the attack.

The Serpent Cane in her hand whirled madly, becoming countless silver afterimages as she tried to shred the Blue Silver Grass filling the sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Silver light and blue shadows collided violently in midair. Soul Power surged, bursting into visible rings of ripples.

Damn it! How could this possibly be mere Blue Silver Grass?

Meng Yiran was horrified. Her previous disdain for Tang San had long vanished, replaced by deep wariness.

Tang San stood atop the "sea of grass," his hands clasped behind his back as his robes fluttered in the wind.

He looked at Meng Yiran, who was still struggling to hold on.

"It's over."

Tang San slowly raised his right hand and lightly clenched it toward the air.

"Second Spirit Skill."

"Parasitism."

Buzz!

At that instant, Meng Yiran felt a chill run through her body.

During their earlier battle, the fragments of Blue Silver Grass she had cut apart had unknowingly clung to her clothes, her hair, and even her exposed skin.

At Tang San's command—

Those tiny seeds were instantly infused with violent Soul Power!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Countless shoots sprang forth, transforming into tough vines that burst directly across Meng Yiran's slender body!

"Ah—!"

Meng Yiran cried out as the Serpent Cane in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

In the span of a single breath—

She was tightly bound by countless strands of Blue Silver Grass and suspended in midair, her limbs pulled apart into a humiliating, utterly helpless posture.

The paralytic poison on the Blue Silver Grass made Meng Yiran feel like a drugged young girl, her strength gradually failing.

The victor had been decided.

Tang San withdrew his hand. The purple in his eyes slowly faded as he panted heavily.

He had originally only intended to spar with her, but her attitude of not daring to confront Ye Liuyun while provoking him instead—

Made Tang San decide to end the fight quickly and show everyone his strength.

Using every means at his disposal and fighting without regard for Soul Power consumption, he had determined victory in mere moments.

He glanced at Meng Yiran, who was tied up like a rice dumpling, then turned toward the dumbstruck Snake Granny, Chao Tianxiang. His tone was calm, yet it carried the bearing of a young grandmaster.

"Thank you for yielding."

"The Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent belongs to us."

The entire area fell silent.

Oscar's mouth hung open. At that moment, Tang San's figure seemed unbelievably towering to him, even more dazzling than a Title Douluo!

"So strong!"

Ma Hongjun muttered to himself.

"This level of control is practically art!"

Meanwhile, Ye Liuyun leaned against a tree, watching the scene with only a faintly amused curve at the corner of his lips.

Exclusion?

There was indeed no point in arguing with bratty children, but even clay figures had a bit of temper.

Adults would not argue with bratty children, but if someone wanted to beat up a bratty child—

Then they absolutely had to cheer from the sidelines.

Ye Liuyun lightly flicked a finger. A strand of Blue Silver Grass slipped into Tang San's vast army of Blue Silver Grass, and the bound Meng Yiran felt something strange.

She was clearly restrained, and she had expended considerable stamina by using Spirit Skills earlier.

Yet now, she felt incredibly comfortable, as though she were being healed.

How strange. Is Tang San's Blue Silver Grass from the Support System? Or is it a healing-type Martial Spirit?

Then what was the point of attacking me?

Meng Yiran suddenly raised her head. Her Soul Power strength had originally been evenly matched with Tang San's.

Blue Silver Grass was also a relatively fragile Martial Spirit.

If that bizarre movement technique had not suddenly allowed him to get close and exploit an opening, she would not have lost so quickly.

Now that her condition was gradually recovering, she suddenly exerted force, broke free, summoned her Soul-less Snake Staff, and hurled it out. It struck Tang San directly in the back.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who lost? This young lady's Soul Power is still overflowing."

The sudden reversal happened far too quickly.

Everyone had thought Meng Yiran no longer had the strength to resist.

Tang San had not been on guard either. He was smashed flat on his face and sent tumbling to the ground.

He climbed back up in disbelief.

He knew full well that both of them had erupted with Soul Power without restraint in that battle.

Their consumption had been extraordinarily fast.

But he possessed the Mysterious Heaven Skill, so his Soul Power was somewhat more abundant than that of ordinary people.

Even so, his Soul Power was nearly exhausted.

Yet she still had strength left?

"Again!"

Meng Yiran shouted sweetly. Her Serpent Cane danced like the wind, and the more she fought, the braver she became.

She did not know why her strength had recovered so quickly.

She even felt as though something had "activated" her body, with power continuously pouring out.

But that did not stop her from taking the chance to kick someone while he was down.

"Damn it! How could she still have so much Soul Power and stamina?"

Tang San rolled away in disarray, narrowly avoiding the sweeping Serpent Cane. Fine beads of cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

That burst of attacks had consumed more than half his Soul Power.

By all reason, a Spirit Master of the same level should also have been at the end of their strength by now.

Yet Meng Yiran before him had a rosy complexion and steady breathing, as though she had only just finished warming up!

"First Spirit Skill: Bind!"

Tang San refused to believe it. He once again activated his Blue Silver Grass, trying to limit Meng Yiran's movement.

However, something bizarre happened.

The Blue Silver Grass that should have obeyed his command as easily as his own limbs had become somewhat sluggish?

As if drunk, the vines that should have accurately wrapped around Meng Yiran's ankle veered half an inch off course and slid past the edge of her shoe.

"Hm?"

Tang San's pupils abruptly shrank.

A mistake?

"Haha! So this is your control? It's nothing special!"

Meng Yiran was overjoyed at the sight. She flicked her Serpent Cane and directly knocked away that "wayward" strand of Blue Silver Grass.

Then she closed in and kicked toward Tang San's chest.

Bang!

Tang San could only raise both arms to block. He was kicked back five or six steps, his blood and qi churning within him.

In the distance—

Ye Liuyun was still leaning against the tree, a fresh grass stem hanging from his mouth.

He seemed to be spacing out, but faint, nearly imperceptible dark golden light flickered deep within his eyes.

Blue Silver Grass resembled an ant colony. The queen had absolute authority, and the other ants would never think of resisting.

Even if ordered to die, they would obediently go to their deaths.

The highest authority over Blue Silver Grass had originally belonged to Ah Yin.

No Blue Silver Grass would ever defy her. As long as Ah Yin existed, no matter how long it lived or how powerful it became, no Blue Silver Grass could become a Blue Silver Emperor.

But that was only from the perspective of Blue Silver Grass. Ye Liuyun's soul had always been human.

He did not acknowledge any Blue Silver Emperor or Ah Yin at all.

He cultivated when it was time to cultivate and grew when it was time to grow.

The moment his cultivation surpassed Ah Yin's, the supreme commander of the Blue Silver Grass changed hands.

As the strongest Blue Silver Grass now, he should be the Blue Silver Emperor.

Although he could not completely control Tang San's Blue Silver Grass—

The strand of Blue Silver Grass he had mixed into Tang San's group acted like a spy, constantly sending interference signals.

He could still affect individual strands.

In the arena, Tang San was preparing to launch a second counterattack.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Tang San's body flashed as he tried to widen the distance. At the same time, several Bone-Piercing Nails were concealed between his fingers, ready to catch Meng Yiran off guard.

Just as the Bone-Piercing Nails were about to be fired—

A strand of Blue Silver Grass on the ground suddenly curled upward without warning. Like a mischievous little foot, it precisely hooked Tang San's heel.

"Ow!"

Tang San instantly lost his balance while moving at high speed, and his entire body pitched forward.

The Bone-Piercing Nails that had been aimed at Meng Yiran's vital points were also sent flying into the sky by the fall, vanishing without a trace.

"An opening!"

Meng Yiran did not know why Tang San had tripped on level ground, but how could she possibly let such an opening pass?

"Second Spirit Skill: Snake Body!"

Whoosh!

The Serpent Cane lashed out like a venomous snake striking with its tongue, landing precisely on Tang San's back.

Smack!

A sharp crack rang out.

Tang San was sent flying like a rolling gourd. He crashed heavily to the ground, slid several more meters, and ended up with a mouthful of dirt.

"Pfft!"

Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, not only from his injuries but also from rage.

Why?

Tang San lay face-down on the ground, his face covered in dirt and his eyes filled with confusion and self-doubt.

He had actually lost. Could it be that he truly was inferior to Ye Liuyun?

"Hmph! You're nothing special after all!"

Meng Yiran walked over and looked down at the utterly bedraggled Tang San, pressing her Serpent Cane against his throat.

"You lost."