Tang San VS Ah Yin! Battle of the Blue Silver Grass! Crushing Victory!

Chen Xuan's strength was something they had all witnessed with their own eyes.

How could anything he deigned to call a "Secret Technique" be anything ordinary?

"And what if we lose?" Dai Mubai asked.

It was Dugu Yan who spoke; she stepped forward, her expression haughty.

"If you lose, you admit that Shrek is trash, not even worth a fraction of Blue Silver Academy."

"Fine!"

Dai Mubai agreed without hesitation.

In his view, aside from Dugu Yan, who was a Spirit King, the others were not worth fearing at all.

As for the woman named Ah Yin, although her aura was intimidating, there wasn't a shred of spirit power fluctuation coming from her; perhaps it was just a bluff.

"Which match shall we start with?" Tang San asked, his gaze remaining fixed on Ah Yin.

"How about... we start with an appetizer."

Chen Xuan's gaze fell upon Ah Yin.

"Ah Yin, you go."

Hearing this, Ah Yin took a step forward and walked slowly into the arena.

With every step she took, the Blue Silver Grass beneath her feet swayed gently, as if paying the highest tribute to their Empress.

"Individual match, first round."

Chen Xuan's voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

"Who among you is coming?"

The members of Shrek looked at one another.

Tang San took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"I will."

He had to figure out exactly what was going on.

"Third Brother, be careful!" Xiao Wu shouted with concern.

Tang San nodded at her and walked to the spot opposite Ah Yin.

"...Senior."

Tang San struggled to change his form of address.

"Is there some sort of misunderstanding between us?"

Ah Yin did not answer.

She merely raised her hand, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass grew quietly from her palm.

It was the most ordinary-looking Blue Silver Grass, but in the next instant, the edges of its leaves were plated with a layer of brilliant gold.

An unparalleled, sharp aura erupted suddenly!

Tang San's pupils shrank violently.

This aura...

"Thief."

Ah Yin finally spoke, her voice ethereal yet carrying a chill like the abyss of hell.

"Return my child's life."

The moment her words fell, she moved.

No, she didn't move at all.

What moved was the ground of the entire training arena!

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

Countless stalks of Blue Silver Grass shimmering with golden light, like sharp swords breaking through the earth, lunged out at Tang San from all directions!

Every blade of grass carried an aura capable of severing everything.

"First Spirit Skill, Bind!"

Tang San reacted extremely quickly; his first spirit ring lit up, and countless tough Blue Silver Grass vines rose from the ground, attempting to block the assault.

However, his control-type spirit skill, which was usually invincible, appeared laughable at this moment.

The golden grass leaves merely gave a light swipe.

"Pu pu pu!"

The Blue Silver Grass Tang San had manifested was like fragile tofu, instantly sliced into pieces!

The golden sea of grass did not pause in the slightest, continuing to close in on Tang San at the center!

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Tang San's expression shifted drastically as his figure transformed into a series of afterimages, weaving and dodging through the airtight sword formation of grass blades with hair-breadth escapes.

But he soon discovered that this was completely futile.

The entire training arena had transformed into Ah Yin's domain.

No matter where he hid, new golden blades would pierce out from beneath his feet, sealing off every path of retreat.

"Fourth Spirit Ability, Blue Silver Prison!"

Tang San let out a loud shout, and his ten-thousand-year spirit ring suddenly flared with light.

A massive cage constructed from the vines of the Blue Silver Empress descended from the sky, shrouding Ah Yin within it.

This was his strongest single-target control spirit ability!

However, Ah Yin merely raised her eyes to glance at the cage above her head.

"Break."

A single word, softly exhaled.

"Clang—!"

A crisp sound, like the clashing of gold and iron, rang out.

The indestructible Blue Silver Prison suddenly stalled in mid-air.

Following that, amidst the horrified gazes of everyone present, countless fine golden cracks began to spread across the surface of the cage.

"Bang!"

The ten-thousand-year spirit ability, Blue Silver Prison, instantly shattered into a sky full of light particles!

"Pfft!"

Tang San felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, violently spitting out a mouthful of blood as his face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Having his spirit ability broken so easily caused him significant backlash.

Yet, he had no time to regulate his breathing.

Because a stalk of golden Blue Silver Grass had, at some unknown moment, appeared silently before him, the tip of its blade pressing against his throat.

The sharp aura made his skin sting with pain.

He did not doubt for a second that if the other party merely willed it, his neck would be easily pierced through.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun all had their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

Someone as strong as Tang San had actually... been completely suppressed without even touching the corner of the other party's clothes!

How could this be possible?!

Who exactly was this woman?!

Tang San's knees went weak, and he knelt on one knee, gasping for air.

He raised his head to look at that familiar yet strange face before him, his eyes filled with confusion and pain.

"Wh... why..."

Ah Yin looked down at him from above, her blue eyes devoid of a shred of pity.

"This is only the beginning."

She retracted the Blue Silver Grass pressed against Tang San's throat and slowly turned to walk off the field.

"The debt owed to my child—I will make you pay it back, bit by bit."

The training arena remained deathly silent.

Tang San knelt on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, splashing onto the bluestone floor like a small red plum blossom.

He raised his head, watching Ah Yin's resolute back, the confusion and pain in his eyes nearly overflowing.

A thief?

Repaying a child's life?

What on earth did this mean?

He desperately searched his mind for any relevant memories, from his father's stories to his own perceptions.

Nothing—there was nothing.

There was no clue that could explain this bone-deep hatred.

"Third Brother!"

Xiao Wu was the first to react, her figure flashing as she prepared to rush forward.

"Stay where you are."

A figure blocked her path.

It was Dugu Yan.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her emerald eyes sweeping over Xiao Wu's anxious face with an indifferent expression.

"The individual matches have not ended yet."

"Can't you see that Third Brother has already lost!" Xiao Wu retorted angrily.

"Oh?"

Dugu Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Did he admit defeat with his own mouth?"

Xiao Wu was momentarily speechless.

It was true; Tang San had only been defeated, but he had yet to utter the words "I concede."

"This isn't fair!"

Dai Mubai suppressed the shock in his heart, his anger surging as he glared fixedly at Chen Xuan on the sidelines.

"She isn't even a Spirit Master! She didn't use any Spirit Skills! What kind of competition is this!"

In his view, there were no Spirit Rings shining around Ah Yin; this ability to manipulate plants out of thin air seemed more like some bizarre innate talent rather than the orthodox power of a Spirit Master.

Chen Xuan sat on the stone chair, picked up the tea that had been prepared on the stone table beside him, and blew on it gently.

He did not even glance at Dai Mubai.

"Yanzi."

Chen Xuan spoke indifferently.

"Teacher, I am here," Dugu Yan replied respectfully.

"Tell them what the rules are."