Qian Renxue's Unscrupulous Dragon Whisker Needle! Is Qian Renxue About to Lose!?

"Now, let us welcome—"

"Fei Xue, with nine consecutive victories, and Thousand Hand Asura, with fifteen consecutive victories, to the stage!"

The host's voice exploded across the arena.

"Fei Xue! Fei Xue! Fei Xue!"

The entire Soul Fighting Arena roared like a mountain collapsing and a sea surging; everyone was chanting, eager to witness the arrival of a tenth consecutive victory and the birth of a miracle.

The manager of the Heaven Dou Soul Fighting Arena, however, wore a face of deep concern.

"How is it? What are the odds now?"

"Sir, after the previous two victories, the odds for Fei Xue have reached five hundred to one. The audience is clearly unanimous in their favor for Fei Xue."

"Forcefully adjust it! Bring those odds down for me!"

"Sir, wouldn't it be better to just let it be? With so many spectators tonight, the ticket revenue is already enough to break even. If we adjust the odds again, it will surely incite public outrage."

"What do you know? This match is the most critical one! If a tenth consecutive victory is truly achieved, the expectations for Fei Xue will inevitably drop afterward, and there won't be this many spectators—adjust it down!"

"Yes, sir, I will go and give the orders immediately."

Just as the Soul Fighting Arena adjusted the odds and a chorus of groans and complaints rose from the crowd, the great battle on stage had already begun.

Although they felt the sting of their potential winnings shrinking, what could be more important at this moment than watching the match?

On the ring, after the referee announced the start, the two first probed each other, and then Tang San launched the first attack.

"Shhh—"

The Blue Silver Grass martial soul appeared in his hands, and his first soul ring flickered.

In an instant, it transformed into thick vines that burrowed into the ground, reappearing only to wrap around Qian Renxue's ankles.

The vines seemed to possess a life of their own, rapidly coiling upward.

Qian Renxue tried to struggle, but she did not expect this seemingly fragile Blue Silver Grass to be exceptionally tough.

Having been reborn, Tang San possessed the experience of his past life and naturally would not listen to the Grandmaster by attaching a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake to his first soul skill...

Instead, it was a six-hundred-year Mandala Snake!

Only this was worthy of his status as the God King Tang.

However, before he could feel smug, Qian Renxue swung the Star Sword in her hand—the Blue Silver Grass was sliced open cleanly!

Tang San frowned.

He was somewhat surprised, but he had plenty of other methods.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, he quickly widened the distance between himself and Qian Renxue, intending to wear her down from a distance, probe her true strength, and finally deliver a fatal blow.

Yet, facing an opponent who had been specially "looked after" by Ling Xiao, Qian Renxue could not afford to treat this like a mere sparring match as she had with others.

She guessed his intentions and naturally would not let him have his way.

With a flick of the Star Sword in her hand—it instantly shot forth!

In mid-flight, one turned into two, two into three, and three into...

Countless sword auras blanketed the sky, shrouding Tang San and sealing off all his paths of retreat.

With nowhere left to retreat, Tang San had no choice but to meet the onslaught head-on.

"Third Soul Skill—Spider Web Restraint!"

The Blue Silver Grass transformed into a cage in an attempt to block the sword qi, but it was instantly shredded into fragments.

However, this did reduce the power and speed of the sword qi by thirty percent.

Seizing this opportunity, Tang San executed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, relying on his uncanny footwork to dodge the incoming streaks of sword qi.

For those he could not avoid, he had no choice but to meet them head-on with his Mysterious Jade Hand.

After finally managing to withstand all the sword qi...

Qian Renxue had already arrived within five meters of him!

The Star Sword in her hand shimmered with starlight, and she slashed out—

The light in the entire Soul Fighting Arena dimmed!

Specks of starlight gathered, as if the entire galaxy had been dragged down!

"What kind of soul skill is this? Why has the sky gone dark?"

"What do you mean the sky has gone dark? It's already nighttime!"

"Oh, no—I mean, why has all the light faded?"

The audience below exclaimed in shock.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Prince Xue Xing, and the others were also filled with astonishment.

It was their first time seeing a soul skill capable of swallowing light itself.

The sheer momentum of this strike also caused the Shrek Seven Devils to grow anxious.

"Third Brother! Will Third Brother be alright?"

Xiao Wu asked with a face full of worry.

"What kind of monstrous technique is this?"

Yu Xiaogang also cursed inwardly; he had never seen it before, but that didn't stop him from maintaining his confidence in Tang San and keeping up his composed facade.

"Don't make such a fuss! This is merely a bluff!"

He said it lightly, but Tang San was in a miserable state.

The starlight fell upon him, each speck as heavy as a Thousand Jun, firmly pinning him in place like a fish on a chopping block.

"What soul skill is this?"

Tang San felt a flicker of panic, but he remained calm on the surface, asking with a pretentious air.

"This move—is called Galaxy Inversion!"

This technique was something she had created when Ling Xiao was forging this Star Sword for her;

she had witnessed a vast, celestial vision and created it from the depths of her heart, combining it with the unique properties of the sword, which was why it possessed such immense power.

Of course, her cultivation was still weak, and she could not unleash the true power of this move.

When she truly mastered it, the entire galaxy would descend upon her enemy, crushing them into dust in an instant!

"A fine Galaxy Inversion! You think you can trap me with this? It won't be that easy!"

Tang San let out a cold snort, and the Blue Silver Grass in his hands grew wildly.

Qian Renxue assumed the opponent was about to unleash an even stronger soul skill, yet that rapidly growing Blue Silver Grass suddenly shattered, turning into broken branches and withered leaves, drifting and scattering across the entire arena.

She realized immediately—

she had been tricked!

The opponent had only been feinting!

She instantly refocused her attention back onto Tang San.

The next second, under the cover of those broken branches and withered leaves, countless hidden weapons flew in from all directions!

Flying needles, throwing knives, blades, and shuriken... all struck toward her along erratic and unpredictable trajectories!

Qian Renxue swept her sword to carve out an opening, intending to dodge, but those hidden weapons seemed to have eyes of their own, pursuing her all the same.

Stunned, she could no longer spare a thought for Tang San.

"Sword Pierces the Eight Directions!"

She raised her Star Sword, and countless sword auras shot out in every direction!

Clang, clang, clang—

The hidden weapons collided with the sword aura in mid-air, emitting ear-piercing metallic screeches and sparks.

After a long while, those countless hidden weapons were finally swept away.

Yet, just as she thought it was over—

A sense of crisis suddenly struck her!

Her spiritual power swept out, capturing only a faint ripple; she could not see what the object was at all.

But her long-honed physical instincts had already reacted—

Dodge!

She swung her Star Sword toward the air behind her!

Clang, clang, clang—

Several crisp sounds struck the blade.

But she was a step too slow after all, And felt a heart-wrenching pain shoot through her waist—

It felt as if someone had reached inside her body and was hammering against her ribs!

The pain caused cold sweat to bead on her forehead in an instant.

"What kind of trick is this?!"

Qian Renxue glared coldly at Tang San opposite her.

"Tang Sect hidden weapon—Dragon Whisker Needle."

Taking advantage of the suppression from the previous hidden weapons, which had left Qian Renxue with no time to attend to anything else, Tang San had broken free from the control of the Galaxy Inversion.

He spoke in a measured, unhurried tone, carrying the composure of one who held victory in his grasp.

"Once struck by this, only I can remove it. Otherwise—you would have to carve out that muscle to end the agony. Unfortunately, this time you were struck in the ribs; I fear you would have to chip away the bone as well."

"Of course, if you admit defeat now, I will naturally help you remove it."