Snake-Eating Frog, Poison Ingestion

As for the few newly captured Martial Souls, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon still needs three days.

The Black Poison Snake and the other two C-rank Martial Souls only need one day; it is all just a matter of time.

Wang Xian's gaze landed on the Form Cultivation section, and a hint of anticipation rose in his heart.

The Weapon Form and Armor Form will both be completed in three days, and by then, his combat style will have many more variations.

He has used the Life Scepter in its Weapon Form many times, so he knows its power well; however, he has just unlocked the Armor Form and does not know what kind of performance it will have.

"Three days." Wang Xian muttered to himself and closed the System Panel.

He lay back on the bed, rested his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while.

Wang Xian turned over, closed his eyes, and soon sank into a state of cultivation.

Around noon the next day, Wang Xian, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling arrived at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena once again.

Just as they walked into the lounge and sat down, the door was knocked, and Supervisor Li pushed it open with his signature smile, holding that familiar folder in his hand as usual.

"The three of you are here." He greeted them with a smile, walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Without beating around the bush, he opened the folder, "Wang Xian, your opponent has been arranged."

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling looked over at the same time.

Supervisor Li cleared his throat and said, "Level twenty-five, Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul Snake-Eating Frog."

Dugu Yan's expression changed instantly.

Wang Xian glanced at her, then turned back to look at Supervisor Li with a calm expression.

Whether it is level twenty-five or level twenty-one, as long as it is within the rank of Soul Grand Master, it makes little difference to him.

He nodded without saying much else.

Supervisor Li gave a few more details about the start time of the match, which would be in about an hour, and then stood up to leave.

Before leaving, he patted Wang Xian on the shoulder, smiled, and said, "Prepare well," before closing the door behind him.

As soon as the lounge door closed, Dugu Yan leaned over, her face showing even more concern than yesterday.

"Wang Xian, the Snake-Eating Frog Martial Soul is not simple." Her tone was unusually serious.

"This type of Martial Soul is specifically designed to counter snake-type soul beasts and snake-type Martial Souls. It can swallow snake venom and decompose the toxins in its body without any ill effects."

"Furthermore, it can enhance its own strength by consuming venomous snakes; the more venomous snakes it eats, the stronger it becomes."

She paused, as if recalling something, and her brows furrowed slightly: "The most troublesome part is its tongue. The tongue of a Snake-Eating Frog is extremely sharp, and its ejection speed is shockingly fast. It shoots out like an arrow and can directly pierce through the body of its prey."

"Many Soul Masters are defeated in a single strike before they can even react."

Wang Xian listened and nodded slightly, running this information through his mind.

Countering snakes, swallowing toxins, tongue ejection—these abilities are targeted at snake Martial Souls or snake-type opponents.

For his plant-type control Martial Soul, it does not constitute a direct counter.

"I understand." Wang Xian said with a faint smile.

Seeing his unhurried demeanor, Dugu Yan opened her mouth as if to say something more, but ultimately swallowed it back and just sighed softly.

Ye Lingling sat quietly to the side, looking at Dugu Yan and then at Wang Xian. Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt twice, and her lips moved, but in the end, she did not speak either.

About ten minutes later, the lounge door was knocked on again. A staff member poked his head in and said politely, "Contestant Wang Xian, your match is about to begin. Please come with me."

Wang Xian stood up and straightened his collar.

Dugu Yan stood up, walked over to him, and patted his shoulder: "Be careful, don't be careless."

Ye Lingling also stood up and said softly: "Stay safe."

Wang Xian smiled, waved at them, turned, and followed the staff member out of the lounge.

Passing through the long contestant tunnel, bright light shone from the exit ahead.

The moment Wang Xian stepped out of the tunnel, a noisy wave of sound rushed toward him.

"Wang Xian! Wang Xian! Wang Xian!"

The spectator stands were packed, more so than for any other match.

Many people stood up, holding up makeshift banners with words like "Sixty-three Consecutive Wins" and "Blue Silver Grass War God" scrawled on them.

Cheers, whistles, and applause mixed together, making the entire Soul Fighting Platform hum with vibration.

Wang Xian walked onto the Soul Fighting Platform with a calm expression and stood still on the left side, his gaze sweeping across the audience before landing on the contestant tunnel opposite him.

A figure walked out of the tunnel.

It was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. His build was somewhat bloated, with broad shoulders and a slightly protruding belly, yet his footsteps were light, forming a stark contrast to his bulky physique.

His skin was a sickly dark black, as if covered by a thin layer of ash.

The most striking feature was his mouth; his lips were thick, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and even when closed, one could see the deep mouth slit extending almost to the base of his ears.

His eyes were fiery red with vertical pupils, like those of a reptile, gleaming coldly under the lights.

He walked onto the Soul Fighting Platform and stood still on the right side, his fiery red eyes fixed on Wang Xian. There was no contempt or disdain in his gaze, but rather a rare sense of caution.

One who could achieve sixty-three consecutive wins at this age could never be measured by conventional logic.

The host stood in the center of the Soul Fighting Platform, passionately introducing the basic information of both contestants as the cheers from the audience rose in wave after wave.

Wang Xian did not take much of it in, his gaze remaining fixed on the pair of fiery red eyes opposite him.

"Begin!"

The host swung his right hand down sharply.

Wang Xian spread his right hand, and a pale green light surged from his palm.

The Evergreen Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm, its leaves displaying a deep, verdant green—not the tender green of ordinary grass, but a dark hue reminiscent of aged pine needles that had weathered the passage of time.

The silver-white serrations along the edges of the leaves had become denser, each tooth slightly hooked inward like the miniature fangs of a beast, glinting coldly under the lights.

The most striking aspect was the aura it emitted.

The moment the Blue Silver Grass swayed, a faint, intangible pressure began to radiate from Wang Xian.

It was not intense, but it was pure; it was not killing intent or a suppression of soul power, but a sense of oppression on a mental level.

Several people sitting close by in the audience inexplicably shrank their necks.

This was the effect of the Blue Silver Grass after fusing with the Tiger Might trait, exerting pressure on others from a mental standpoint.

When facing an opponent with weaker mental strength, this mental oppression allowed him to gain an advantage before the battle had even begun.

During the fight, this pressure remained ever-present, constantly affecting the opponent's judgment.