Tang San Got Angry Again

Tang San pointed a finger.

On the stage, the nearly fully grown dark purple Blue Silver Grass secreted a thick, white, turbid liquid.

Like a swarm of snakes, they intertwined, even rubbing together until white foam formed, surging toward Shi Li from all directions.

They were practically living tentacles!

Shi Li slashed at the encroaching Blue Silver Grass with his sword, sending sticky white turbid liquid splattering everywhere, but it was utterly futile.

These Blue Silver Grass grew faster than he could cut them down!

In his eyes, the dark purple Blue Silver Grass multiplied, even coating everything in a layer of sticky white turbid liquid.

His nostrils were filled with a sour, rotting stench.

In an instant, he gritted his teeth: "I concede!"

Without hesitation, before his body could be entangled by the Blue Silver Grass, he leaped off the stage!

Rather than let those white turbid things touch him, he would rather admit defeat!

"Hmph!"

Tang San smirked triumphantly.

All the Blue Silver Grass on the stage swayed and grew along with him, as if celebrating the victory.

The dark purple vines writhed amidst the white turbid liquid.

But this scene, so visually jarring, made some spectators unable to control their expressions, even feeling their eyes sting!

Only Tang San remained on the stage.

The middle-aged man in the tailcoat had already jumped down on his own.

Nothing else—getting stained by that stuff would make him a laughingstock for life!

But...

After a moment of dead silence, "Hahaha!!!"

"What is this, hahaha?!"

"Blue Silver Grass?!"

The audience finally snapped out of it, erupting into a roar of laughter.

This match today would definitely be the most unforgettable, most impactful, most shocking moment of their lives!

They would never forget it for the rest of their lives!

It even drew spectators from other stages to look over.

They immediately widened their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.

What is this?!

The middle-aged man in the tailcoat jumped onto the stage, greeted by a spread of dark purple and white turbid liquid—extremely visually striking.

He could only stand on the cleanest edge, enduring the pungent sour stench, forcing his face not to twitch:

"Battle Soul Master Tang San wins. Record: one win, zero losses. Shi Li's record: fifteen wins, eleven losses. Master Tang San, please go register your points after leaving the stage..."

Tang San had won, but his face looked worse than if he had lost.

Why?!

I won, didn't I?!

It was me who won! I defeated him!

Why is everyone laughing at me?

What are you all laughing at?!

None of that matters! Only strength matters!

My Blue Silver Grass is invincible. Teacher's theory is completely correct! I defeated an assault-type soul master!

"Come back tomorrow, alright!"

"I want to see you again, hahaha!!"

The crowd below continued to laugh.

Tang San's gaze darkened as he swept a fierce look over the laughing spectators.

Suppressing his urge to lash out, he stepped down from the stage.

"Hmph, just you wait! I'll become the strongest soul master!"

The middle-aged man in the tailcoat only wanted to escape this pungent white hell as quickly as possible:

"Since the arena currently needs cleaning, the next match will take place in ten minutes. Please bear with us, esteemed audience..."

With that, he immediately left the stage.

But the audience below was still not satisfied.

By the time Tang San returned to the rest area, he instantly became the center of attention. Everyone's gaze converged on him—

the Shrek group, who had already watched the entire battle, along with the other soul masters, all looked at him with a peculiar expression, carrying shock, discomfort, and... disgust...

Everyone silently prayed in their hearts, hoping they wouldn't have to face this guy.

Not because Tang San was overwhelmingly powerful—

many present were two-ring or three-ring soul masters, and most believed that Shi Li could easily sever countless Blue Silver Grasses with a single sword strike. Those so-called swarms of Blue Silver Grass couldn't trap him at all. If he got serious, he could finish Tang San off quickly.

But...

this wasn't a life-or-death duel. It was about preserving dignity and face.

Too shameful!

If they ended up covered in that... everyone here cared about their reputation. Fighting Tang San meant losing face whether they won or lost—just fighting him was humiliating...

All they could do was pray they wouldn't be matched against him.

Tang San naturally noticed everyone's stares and understood their meaning perfectly. His face darkened even further, his temples pulsing. He pretended not to notice and sat down on a sofa.

The people around him instinctively moved away, because he carried a pungent, sour, rotten stench.

This only made Tang San angrier.

He clenched his fists tightly. Hmph! Just you wait!

One-on-one battles had their own designated arenas, and two-on-two naturally did too. While Tang San was fighting, on the other side, Ma Hongjun and Oscar were also in the middle of their match.

Their combination was called: the Fire Oscar Combination—

the fire from the Evil Fire Phoenix, and the Oscar from Oscar.

Their opponents were a pair of brothers, both with wolf martial souls, but one leaned toward speed and the other toward power.

The two coordinated seamlessly, one forward and one back, one left and one right, feinting attacks in turns.

They were a real headache for their opponents, extremely troublesome to deal with.

And then they lost. Ma Hongjun and Oscar won.

This time, all six of them—Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the others—had finished their battles, all victorious.

When the group met up in the spectator area, Ma Hongjun saw everyone looking relaxed, but Tang San alone wore a gloomy expression: "You lost?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Winning and losing is normal. You can get them back next time."

After all, Tang San had Blue Silver Grass. If you didn't count those strange weapons, his strength wasn't really impressive.

And the Great Soul Arena's competitive matches didn't allow weapons—you had to rely on your own strength. If you wanted to use weapons, you had to join a life-or-death match, which had fewer restrictions.

Dai Mubai held back a laugh: "No, he won."

As he spoke, he stole a glance at Tang San. Seeing the latter's darkened expression, he could barely contain himself.

Ma Hongjun froze for a moment, then blinked and immediately understood:

"Oh... you used Blue Silver Grass again..."

Before he could finish, Tang San immediately raised his eyes and fixed him with a sharp glare.

Ma Hongjun had no choice but to shut his mouth abruptly, his eyes darting around.

There was no helping it. If it were purely about martial souls, he could easily beat Tang San—his flames completely countered Blue Silver Grass. But if those strange, poison-coated weapons were added to the mix, that was another story.

Among the crowd, Zhu Zhuqing, who had remained silent until now, swept her gaze around.

She didn't see Xia Yan's figure.

Where did he go?

Then she heard Oscar say, "After we finish watching Xia Yan's fight, we should head back."

Tang San frowned.

What is he competing in?

Oscar continued, "Actually, our dean gave us two tasks this time. One is to participate in the competition, and the other is to watch Xia Yan show you how it's done."

Show them how it's done?

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him in confusion.

Oscar said, "You probably haven't seen Xia Yan fight yet, right? Just watch when he gets on stage, and you'll understand what 'powerful' really means."

Hearing this, Tang San's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head.

Powerful?

Ha... Could it be more powerful than my Tang Sect Secret Skill?! Even a Soul Saint can't withstand my Sand-Shooting Shadow!

However, Zhu Zhuqing's curiosity was piqued.

She wanted to see just how powerful Xia Yan really was.

Under Oscar's lead, the group arrived at a wider spectator area.

Surrounding a higher-tier fighting arena fifty meters in diameter—battles were ranked, and so were the venues.

Iron Soul Fighting and Bronze Soul Fighting shared the same venue.

Silver Soul Fighting and Gold Soul Fighting used higher-tier venues.

There were also more spectators here.

Everyone took their seats.