Little Scum, Is That All?

"Stop! You mad woman! Stop it at once!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes were bloodshot. With his Evil Fire Phoenix spirit possessed, he prepared to unleash his Phoenix Fire Line.

"Your opponent is me."

A sturdy figure blocked his path.

It was Shi Mo.

"Fourth Spirit Skill, Basalt Wall!"

A massive tortoise-shell shield rose from the ground, blocking the Phoenix Fire Line entirely.

"Fatty, get back!"

Oscar grabbed Ma Hongjun, who was still trying to rush forward.

"We can't win... we simply can't win..."

There was a tremor in Oscar's voice.

On the side of Blue Silver Academy, they had only sent out three disciples, yet they had already suppressed the four of them from Shrek to the point of having no power to fight back.

That healing-type spirit master named Ye Lingling, and the other one named Shi Pan, hadn't even made a move yet!

How were they supposed to fight this?

In the center of the Martial Arts Arena, the whipping continued.

"Snap!"

"...to reclaim for him the right to act spoiled in his mother's arms."

"Snap!"

"...to reclaim for him the encouraging gaze his father cast when he took his first stumbling steps."

"Snap!"

"...to reclaim for him everything he should have possessed, but which you ruthlessly stole!"

The final whip struck heavily across Tang San's face.

A bloody gash ran from his temple down his cheek, extending all the way to his jaw.

Tang San's body had gone numb.

Compared to the physical trauma, every word from Ah Yin was like an invisible heavy hammer, smashing his will, his perception, and his worldview into pieces.

In his past life, he was a disgraced disciple of the Tang Sect, with no family, no connections, and nothing to hold him back.

In this life, he had a father, a mother, and companions.

He had always believed this was heaven's compensation to him.

He had always regarded finding his mother and resurrecting her as one of his most important goals.

But now, this mother he missed and revered the most stood before him, telling him in the most cruel way possible:

Everything you possess was stolen.

You are a thief.

You occupied the body of another soul and stole his life.

"Ah—!"

Tang San let out a roar that sounded less than human.

His eyes instantly turned blood-red.

"Hum—"

Eight Spider Lances pierced out from his back, dancing hideously.

A violent, bloodthirsty aura spread frantically from his body.

"An External Soul Bone?"

Chen Xuan, on the sidelines, raised an eyebrow, yet remained seated and unmoved.

"Kill!"

Tang San's reason seemed to have been completely destroyed.

He roared, and the Eight Spider Lances, like sharp spears, thrust crazily toward Ah Yin, who was within arm's reach!

The potent poison attached to the spider lances was enough to melt steel in an instant.

Facing this violent attack, a trace of emotion finally flickered on Ah Yin's face.

It was a look of... profound disgust.

"Must you even defile this shell?"

She extended her slender hand, meeting the eight hideous spider lances.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang..."

A rapid series of metallic clashing sounds rang out.

Ah Yin's palm, appearing soft and boneless, was as sturdy as the most indestructible divine iron.

The eight razor-sharp spider spears failed to pierce even a fraction of the skin on her palm!

A flicker of instinctive horror flashed through Tang San's blood-red eyes.

The next moment.

Ah Yin's five fingers snapped shut.

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of shattering echoed.

Those eight incredibly tough External Soul Bones were actually... snapped in half by her raw strength!

"Pfft—!"

Soul bones are connected to the soul; having them forcibly destroyed caused Tang San trauma far exceeding anything he had felt before.

He spat out a massive mouthful of blood, his entire body feeling as if all its strength had been drained, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

The four remaining spider spears on his back hung down powerlessly.

The blood-red hue in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by an endless void and despair.

He had lost.

Lost in a complete and utter rout.

Whether in strength or willpower, he had been crushed beyond recognition.

Ah Yin withdrew her hand; her palm was as smooth as jade, without a single mark left behind.

She took one last look at Tang San, who lay on the ground like a pile of mud, the hatred in her eyes transforming into a bone-deep indifference.

It was as if she were looking at a piece of trash that had nothing to do with her.

She turned slowly, as if even a single extra glance would sully the eyes of her child.

"Wh... why..."

Tang San used his final ounce of strength to let out a faint sound.

"Tell me... why..."

He needed an answer.

An answer that would allow him to... give up.

Ah Yin's footsteps paused.

She did not turn back.

"The teacher will give you the answer."

"But not now."

"Before that, what you need to do is use your pain to repay the debts you owe."

Having said that, she lingered no longer, walking step by step back to Chen Xuan's side, standing quietly as if the person who had just employed thunderous means to batter Tang San into such a wretched state was not her at all.

The entire Martial Arts Arena was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the youth collapsed in a pool of blood.

The members of Shrek felt their hearts being twisted like knives, yet they were powerless to act.

The disciples of Blue Silver Academy wore calm expressions, as if they had long since foreseen this outcome.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Tang San began to cough violently, and with every cough, blood foam surged from his mouth.

His body had reached its limit.

His spirit was also on the verge of collapse.

He knew that continuing to fight was meaningless.

That was not a battle; it was a one-sided execution.

He struggled, using his remaining spider spears to prop up his upper body, his gaze crossing past Ah Yin to look at the man who had remained calm and composed from beginning to end.

Chen Xuan.

All of this had been arranged by him.

Tang San's lips moved, and using every ounce of strength in his body, he squeezed three words from his throat.

"I..."

"Admit..."

"Defeat."

As the final word fell.

Tang San's mental defenses collapsed completely; his head lolled to the side, and he fainted dead away.

"Brother San!"

Xiao Wu let out a shrill scream. With no one left to stop her, she rushed forward frantically, cradling Tang San in her arms as tears flooded down her face.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun also hurried over, checking Tang San's injuries in a flurry of panic.

"Individual match, first round."

Chen Xuan stood up, brushed some non-existent dust off his clothes, and announced in a flat tone.

"Blue Silver Academy, victory."

"No... Brother San!"

Xiao Wu held Tang San, her vision already blurred by tears. She could feel the faint breath of the person in her arms, as well as the crisscrossing, shocking wounds covering his body.

Oscar scrambled to pull a Recovery Big Sausage from his Soul Tool.

"Xiao Wu, quick, feed this to Little San!"

His own voice was trembling.

Everything that had happened today had completely overturned his understanding of the world of Spirit Masters.

Xiao Wu's hands shook as she fed the sausage into Tang San's mouth.

The sausage melted upon contact, and a gentle energy dispersed into Tang San's limbs and bones; the terrifying whip marks on his back began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, everyone knew clearly that what had truly destroyed Tang San was not the pain of his physical wounds.