Without Immortal Herbs, Without Eight Spider Lances, Without the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San Is
now.
Lin Qingmo was also silently assessing the situation in his mind.
"The power of the Fourth Spirit Ability is quite good."
Even though he only used less than 10% of his strength.
He was useless against the paralysis effect and area-of-effect damage that lightning brought.
He merely forced the lightning into his body, attempting to further enhance his physical activity and improve his overall physical condition.
The results were quite pleasing.
The fact that Dai Mubai's protective shield shattered with a single punch was somewhat unexpected.
As for the attacks from the others... he looked at Tang San.
The protagonist in the original work is still too inexperienced.
Blue Silver Grass has good control.
However, it is completely countered by lightning and high temperatures, which are natural enemies of plants.
Without the Eight Spider Lances, without the Water and Fire Immunity granted by the Immortal Herb, and without evolving into the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was quite ordinary.
If Tang San's path to evolving into the Blue Silver Emperor is completely blocked, then his Martial Soul will be completely ruined.
'I wonder how Ah Yin's recovery is going.'
I'll have to go check it out when I have time.
Once it stabilizes, find Master to take it to the Blue Silver Forest.
When Ah Yin recovers and becomes the true Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San will no longer have the possibility of evolving his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
Lin Qingmo snapped out of her thoughts and glanced at the remaining four people.
"Should we continue?"
Tang San took a deep breath, and the Spirit Ring beneath his feet lit up once more.
He knew he couldn't win, but he couldn't just give up!
At least... at least we need to force Lin Qingmo to reveal more.
"Xiao Wu, cooperate with me."
"Who wants to cooperate with you!"
Seeing this scene, Xiao Wu's temper flared up.
"A-Qing, take this!"
She pouted, and her beautiful big eyes blinked, shimmering with a pinkish glow.
Charm skill activated!
She had used this move countless times in the Great Soul Arena, and it was almost always effective against most Soul Master of the same level.
Even someone like Dai Mubai was stunned.
But Lin Qingmo just looked at her.
His eyes were clear and bright, without the slightest fluctuation.
The pink halo fell into his eyes like a drop of water falling into a deep pool, without even a ripple.
Xiao Wu's heart skipped a beat.
"Just as I expected, A-Qing is amazing."
But she didn't stop.
Charm is just the appetizer; the real killer move is yet to come.
She lightly touched the ground with her toes, leaping into the air, her long legs drawing a sharp arc in the air— the Eight-Stage Kick.
This is her signature close-range technique: fast, with tricky angles, one kick after another, like a relentless storm.
The first kick is a straight kick to the face.
Lin Qingmo her head slightly to the side, avoiding it.
The second leg sweeps across the waist and abdomen.
Lin Qingmo took half a step back, avoiding the attack.
The third leg, the fourth leg, the fifth leg...
Xiao Wu kicked faster and faster, her legs almost forming a continuous blur in the air.
She gritted her teeth and pushed her Soul Power to the limit, each kick accompanied by the sound of wind breaking.
Even someone like Dai Mubai wouldn't be able to withstand such a barrage of heavy blows.
But Lin Qingmo seemed to be able to predict her movements.
Always just a little bit ahead, perfectly avoiding it.
The distance was controlled with alarming precision—not too much, not too little.
By the time the seventh leg was being kicked, Xiao Wu was starting to get scared.
This feels so weird, like you're hitting with all your might, but your opponent doesn't even let you touch the hem of their clothes.
With her eighth kick, she used all her strength.
With Soul Power concentrated in his toes, he kicked hard towards Lin Qingmo's chest.
If that kick landed properly, it could dent a steel plate.
However, Lin Qingmo did not avoid waking up once.
He smirked and grabbed her ankle.
The movements were understated and casual.
It was like casually catching a falling leaf.
Xiao Wu was frozen in mid-air, her legs firmly held, unable to move.
She tried to pull it out, but it didn't budge.
That hand gripped it firmly, like an iron clamp.
Lin Qingmo gently pulled on her wrist.
Xiao Wu gasped in surprise as she was pulled away.
But she didn't fall.
Lin Qingmo supported her waist with his other hand to help her steady herself before gently placing her on the ground.
The whole process was so gentle it didn't feel like a fight; it felt more like a dance.
"Stop fooling around."
Lin Qingmo released his grip, his tone tinged with helplessness.
"Be careful not to fall while kicking things from such a height."
Xiao Wu regained her balance, her cheeks feeling a little hot.
"Okay~"
Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue, took two steps back, and raised her hands.
"I give up, I give up. I can't beat A-Qing at all."
She skipped and hopped to the sidelines, a smile still on her face.
I secretly thought to myself, A-Qing looked so cool when he caught me!
Now, besides the two support players, only Tang San is left on the field.
He stood there.
Xiao Wu gave up and ran away, Dai Mubai lay unconscious under a tree, Ma Hongjun lay on the grass groaning, and Zhu Zhuqing stood in the distance with a complicated expression.
Seven against one.
In less than three minutes, he picked up three or four, and then gave up on one.
Nobody would believe this record if I told them.
Tang San clenched his fist.
The nails dug into the palm, causing a slight stinging sensation.
His mind was buzzing, a jumble of thoughts racing through his head.
How could it be so strong?
Is Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring really that powerful?
Why is his Blue Silver Grass completely useless?
I'm not reconciled.
A strong sense of resentment.
From his time at the Nuoding Academy, he was considered a genius among his peers by his teachers.
But Lin Qingmo's overwhelming power felt like a mountain pressing down on his heart from beginning to end, making it hard for him to breathe.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.
A dangerous thought.
Tang San's eyes hardened.
The Spirit Ring that were shining beneath his feet suddenly went out.
The Blue Silver Grass retracted into its body, and the state of Martial Soul Possession was dispelled.
He just stood there, empty-handed, looking at Lin Qingmo.
Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow.
'What does this mean? Have they given up resistance?'
But the next second, he saw Tang San raise his right hand!
Dozens of cold glints shot out from his sleeves, waist, and even hair!
Hidden Weapon!
A dense array of Hidden Weapon!
There were needles as fine as cow's hair, blades as thin as cicada's wings, barbed darts, and spinning flywheels that emitted a sharp whistling sound.
Each one gleamed with a poisonous, eerie blue light; each one was aimed at a vital point.
Eyes, throat, heart, abdomen!
Its coverage area is extremely wide, sealing off all opportunities for dodging.
Moreover, it was incredibly fast, faster than any previous attack.
This is no longer Sparring; this is a matter of life and death!
Flender, watching from the sidelines, felt a jolt of fear. "Tang San! Stop!"
But it was too late.
The Hidden Weapon had already been launched, buzzing like a swarm of bloodthirsty bees as they pounced on Lin Qingmo.
In that instant, Lin Qingmo's eyes turned cold.
He reached out and pulled Xiao Wu, who was still standing nearby, back to protect her behind him.
The movement was so fast that Xiao Wu didn't even have time to react. She only felt a blur before her eyes, and she was already behind Lin Qingmo.
Then Lin Qingmo raised his hand.
The Fourth Spirit Ring lit up again.
But this time, it wasn't an attack; it was a defense.
Berserk lightning erupted from his palm, condensing and compressing to form a semi-transparent blue-purple barrier in front of him.
Lightning Barrier!
The buzzing sound of electricity was so intense it sent chills down my spine.