Thousand Hand Asura, Is That All? One-Punched

"Thousand Hand Asura, don't disappoint me!"

Yu Tianheng grinned.

The lightning went berserk, and the person was already moving.

He transformed into a blur of blue-purple lightning and charged straight at Tang San like a madman.

The speed was outrageous, leaving a trail of lightning that hadn't yet dissipated in its wake.

The Third Spirit Skill, Thunder Fury, is maxed out.

His Soul Power exploded outwards without reservation, as if it were free.

The arms, which were already covered in Dragon Scale, were now completely enveloped by the Berserk lightning.

Even the surrounding air crackled and distorted visibly from the electricity.

"So fast! Such Berserk aura!"

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

My heart skipped a beat.

Without a second thought, he instantly filled his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul with Soul Power.

Third Spirit Skill: Spider Web Binding!

The next second, a dense swarm of Blue Silver Grass surged out from his body, rushing towards Yu Tianheng one after another.

In the blink of an eye, it wove into a dense, impenetrable net.

At the same time, he activated his Soul Power again, and his Second Spirit Skill, Parasite, was instantly activated.

The Blue Silver Grass seeds that had been buried beneath the arena suddenly burst forth from the soil, and vines as thick as an adult's arm reached straight for Yu Tianheng's legs.

Tang San wanted to first lock Yu Tianheng's steps and cut off his momentum.

Ke Yu Tianheng didn't even lift his eyelids.

"If this is all you've done, then I'm very disappointed."

The lightning on Yu Tianheng's body suddenly surged even more, and a blinding blue light exploded on the spot with a "boom".

An invincible force of Thunder swept across.

The Blue Silver Grass that clung to them didn't even last half a second before being blasted to smithereens.

Even the Paralytic Toxin contained in the Blue Silver Grass were instantly evaporated by the high temperature of the lightning.

Not to mention the Parasite vines that were trying to entangle his legs.

They didn't even touch the hem of Yu Tianheng's clothes before being directly charred into black charcoal by the lightning strike, and crumbled into dust with a gust of wind.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Tianheng broke through the layers of blockade set up by Tang San.

"My turn! Take this!"

The afterimage of lightning, carrying the force to destroy the world, had already crashed right in front of Tang San!

The Dragon Claw, crackling with Berserk Thunder, slammed into Tang San's chest with tremendous force.

"Wow!!!"

Tang San felt as if a speeding mountain had slammed into his chest.

That irresistible force surged through my chest and throughout my body, causing pain in every bone and crevices.

A piercing pain shot through my sternum, as if it had been smashed open.

His mind went blank.

Let alone activating the Mysterious Jade Hand to block.

He didn't even have time to use his best Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

She was like a kite with a broken string, flying backward uncontrollably.

It slammed heavily onto the ground outside the arena with a loud thud.

The ground shook from the impact, and dust instantly billowed up.

A metallic sweetness surged into Tang San's throat, and he couldn't help but turn his head away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

My vision blurred in waves.

The entire Great Soul Arena, which had been noisy just moments before, suddenly went silent, as if a mute button had been pressed.

"..."

A deathly silence fell, and the silence lasted for a full second.

The next second, a deafening roar erupted!

"Imperial Fighting Team!"

"Royal Fighting is awesome!"

"Yu Tianheng! Yu Tianheng!..."

"We won! The Imperial Fighting Team won! They took down Tang San with a single punch!"

The referee was stunned for half a second.

That's it?

He thought this Tang San had some hidden trump card, but it turns out he had nothing else.

He then quickly walked onto the ring.

He reached out and raised Yu Tianheng's hand high, still carrying the residual power of lightning.

The resounding voice, amplified by Soul Power, clearly echoed throughout the entire venue:

"This Soul Fighting is over! I declare the winner to be the Imperial Fighting Team!"

Yu Xiaogang's face immediately turned ashen.

His face turned pale and then flushed, as if he had swallowed a whole dead fly; he looked extremely unsightly.

He clenched his fists.

His knuckles were white from clenching his fists.

The veins on the back of his hands were bulging out one by one.

My fingernails dug deep into my palm, and even when they bled, I didn't feel the slightest pain.

Tang San was his personally trained disciple, whom he had poured all his heart and soul into nurturing!

It was he who, relying on his own set of Ten Core Competencies that he was so proud of, taught the genius Tang San step by step!

He always believed that Tang San was the most outstanding among the Soul Master of his generation.

And the result?

We lost just like that!

The defeat was so decisive and so complete.

He didn't even put up a decent fight before being knocked off the stage with a single punch!

What embarrassed him even more were the teachers leading the teams from other Academy around him.

Now everyone is pointing at him and whispering among themselves.

"This Grandmaster's disciple isn't all that great either?"

Those gazes were like needles, piercing Yu Xiaogang one by one.

He wished he could disappear into the ground right then and there.

On the other side.

Tang San was still lying on the cold ground, unable to recover for a long time.

He stared blankly at the dazzling lights above the arena.

The deafening roars and shouts around him were like a demonic sound to Tang San.

It was as if there was a thick layer of cotton in the way; it was so blurry and indistinct that it was impossible to hear clearly.

My mind was blank, with only one thought swirling around in my head.

I lost!

I actually lost!

He always knew he couldn't beat Lin Qingmo.

That guy is unfathomable; I can never figure him out.

Aside from Lin Qingmo, he was always convinced that he was among the very top of all Soul Master of his generation.

He's never been afraid of any genius Soul Master.

But what about today?

He was blasted off the stage by Yu Tianheng's punch. He couldn't even block his best Soul Skill and had no chance to fight back.

A tremendous sense of frustration and self-doubt washed over him like a cold tide, instantly engulfing him.

Even his eyes became vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

In the stands not far away.

Lin Qingmo leaned calmly against the railing.

He showed no surprise whatsoever at Tang San's defeat, acting as if nothing had happened.

The outcome of the match was never in doubt from the start.

Oscar's Flying Sausage from the original story is no longer present.

So the opposing Yu Feng, was like an unrestrained fly in the sky, recklessly throwing out skills.

The Shrek team had no effective means of countering air attacks and could only passively take hits.

Tang San's Eight Spider Lances, which could break through defenses and withstand damage, were also gone.

The Paralytic Toxin of Blue Silver Grass are utterly useless against Yu Tianheng's Power-attack Type Beast Martial Soul, which possesses both Thunder purification and high-temperature burning abilities.

Even though Xiao Wu fought desperately and eliminated two opponents with unexpected close-range leg techniques,

However, the lineup was completely countered from the start, resulting in a pure disadvantage.

Losing was a foregone conclusion, and Lin Qing wasn't surprised at all.