Tang San's Final Trump Card, Tang San's Treacherous Attack

On the Soul Fighting Platform.

Gu Linyuan turned around, the hem of his Black Mysterious Robe fluttering gently in the night breeze as he headed toward the contestants' passage.

His steps were slow and casual.

As though what had just ended had not been a battle, but a stroll.

Behind him, Tang San looked as though his soul had been drained from his body.

His hands hung at his sides, trembling faintly.

He, Tang San, had crossed over from the Tang Sect to this world. Relying on the Mysterious Heaven Skill and his mastery of hidden weapons, he had never been defeated.

He had once believed that he was the protagonist of this world.

He had once believed that, given enough time, he could surpass everyone.

But now.

Even after using nearly all his trump cards, he had been utterly crushed by someone his own age.

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly, and an inscrutable glint flashed through his eyes.

The glint was faint, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness.

Killing intent.

It was not as though Tang San had never killed before.

Back in the Tang Sect, he had killed.

After coming to this world, he had killed as well.

It was simply that no one had ever known.

Because he had hidden it well.

And now, as he watched that black figure recede into the distance, that killing intent surged up once more.

Tang San had always been composed, and that composure stemmed from absolute confidence. Even against those Title Douluo, he believed that one day, he would surpass them.

But Long Yuan's strength was something he could not see through at all. People he could not see through terrified him.

"Too strong..."

Tang San muttered inwardly.

"Even with all my trump cards exposed, I'm still no match for him."

"No, I still have another trump card!"

Without realizing it, Tang San's hand had moved to the hidden weapons at his waist.

His hidden weapons were concealed there.

The Godly Zhuge Crossbow, Sand-Shooting Shadow, Back-Mounted Flower Crossbow, Sleeve Arrows, Flying Darts...

Every one of them had been coated in poison.

Every one of them could take a life in an instant.

Tang San's gaze turned cold and resolute.

Die.

He silently recited it in his heart.

Then.

His hand suddenly shot up.

Ssssss.

Countless faint whistles of tearing air suddenly rang out.

Silver needles shot from Tang San's waist, sleeves, and collar at the same time, falling like a Pear Blossom Rain and blanketing Gu Linyuan's back.

The hidden weapons were incredibly fast, too fast for the naked eye to catch.

Under the lights, those tiny metal objects gleamed with a sinister chill, while the needle tips flickered with a faint blue light.

"Tang San? How dare you?"

The instant those countless whistles rang out, Gu Linyuan's back prickled as if stabbed by needles, and every hair on his body stood on end.

It was an instinctive warning.

Danger.

He whirled around, Destruction Soul Power surging wildly across his body as he crossed his hands in front of himself to block.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang.

Countless hidden weapons struck his arms and body, producing a dense barrage of metallic clinks.

The black membrane of Destruction Soul Power churned frantically, deflecting or annihilating most of the hidden weapons.

But Tang San had too many hidden weapons.

They were too dense.

Too fast.

And too close.

A silver needle slipped through the gap between his blocking hands like a streak of silver lightning, piercing straight through the palm of his right hand.

"Shk—"

Blood splattered.

The silver needle entered through his palm and burst out through the back of his hand, trailing a spray of bloody mist.

Gu Linyuan gave a muffled grunt, his body swaying slightly.

He lowered his head and looked at his blood-soaked right hand, at the silver needle still embedded in his palm. The blue glow at its tip was spreading into his wound.

Poison.

Gu Linyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

His expression changed at that moment.

The previous calmness and indifference were gone, replaced by an icy rage as deep as an abyss.

He raised his head and looked at Tang San.

In those pitch-black eyes, killing intent surged almost tangibly.

Tang San still held the pose of firing his hidden weapons, both hands extended before him, his fingertips trembling slightly.

As he watched blood drip from Gu Linyuan's palm, an almost crazed expression appeared on his face.

"Since you're an anomaly, I'll destroy you with my own hands."

"This deadly poison will kill a human body without an antidote within the time it takes to burn an incense stick."

The tension in Tang San's heart finally eased. As long as Long Yuan died, no one in this world would be able to threaten his growth again. For that, he had to seize every opportunity.

And now was when his opponent was weakest, and when his own chance was greatest. For that, he was willing to gamble away his reputation.

"Tang San, you're courting death!"

His figure streaked across the Soul Fighting Platform, leaving behind an afterimage.

The next second.

Bang!

Gu Linyuan's right foot slammed solidly into Tang San's chest.

That kick carried Gu Linyuan's full, unrestrained burst of power.

Tang San's body flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

"Puh—"

A mouthful of blood sprayed from Tang San's lips, tracing a horrifying arc through the air.

His chest visibly caved in.

The sound of ribs breaking was especially clear atop the silent Soul Fighting Platform.

Crack, crack, crack.

No one knew how many had broken.

Tang San crashed heavily onto the ground and rolled more than ten meters before barely coming to a stop.

Tang San's face was as pale as paper, blood continuously spilling from the corners of his mouth, while the collapse of his chest was a horrifying sight.

His consciousness had already begun to blur, and the scene before his eyes flickered between light and darkness.

But before losing consciousness, he saw Xiao Wu rushing toward him and heard Flender's furious, alarmed roar.

"You brat, how dare you!"

Like an enraged eagle, Flender swooped down from the VIP box and landed in front of Tang San.

His old face was flushed red, his eyes filled with fury and lingering fear.

If something happened to Tang San, how would he explain it to Yu Xiaogang? How would he explain it to Tang San's father?

Xiao Wu followed close behind, gathering Tang San into her arms as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

"Third Brother! Third Brother, wake up! Don't scare me!"

Her voice trembled as she reached out with shaking hands to check Tang San's breathing.

He was still breathing.

But only faintly.

The collapse in his chest meant his internal organs had likely suffered severe damage as well.

"Get a healing-type Soul Master! Now!"

Flender roared at the staff, his voice cracking.

Gu Linyuan stood where he was, the silver needle still embedded in his right palm as blood dripped from his fingertips.

He looked at Tang San in Xiao Wu's arms, his gaze as cold as frost.

"As expected of someone from Shrek Academy."

His voice was soft, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

"After losing the match, you actually resorted to a treacherous attack."

Those words were like a resounding slap across the face of every teacher and student from Shrek Academy.

The entire venue erupted.

"My god! Tang San actually launched a sneak attack!"

"The match was already over! Long Yuan had even turned around to leave, yet he fired hidden weapons at him from behind!"

"How despicable! This is Shrek Academy's genius? This is their so-called monster academy?"

"If you can't afford to lose, don't fight! What kind of ability is a sneak attack?"

The audience's rage erupted like a volcano, curses, boos, and accusations rising one after another.

Those spectators who had once held Tang San in high esteem now had nothing but contempt and disdain in their eyes.

Everyone from Shrek Academy turned deathly pale.

Dai Mubai stood by the window, both hands gripping the frame so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His gaze fell on Tang San, then on Gu Linyuan's right hand, where the silver needle was still embedded. A complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.

Tang San... why did you do this?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to find that he could not say a single word.

Ma Hongjun covered his mouth, disbelief written all over his face.

A poisoned sneak attack from behind.

Was this really the Tang San he knew?

Oscar's face had gone pale, his lips trembling as he failed to utter a word.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock and disappointment.

Xiao Wu held Tang San in her arms and cried beside him. She did not understand why Tang San had done that, but he must have had his reasons.