Tang San pointed.
The stage was nearly carpeted in dark purple Blue Silver Grass, oozing milky-white fluid.
The strands coiled around one another like a Snake Swarm, even rubbing up white foam, then surged toward Shi Li in an overwhelming tide.
They looked like living tentacles!
Shi Li cut down the Blue Silver Grass reaching for him. Sticky, milky fluid sprayed everywhere, but it was no use.
The grass grew faster than he could hack it down!
More and more dark purple Blue Silver Grass filled his vision, all of it coated in a layer of slick, milky fluid.
The air was thick with a sour, rancid stench.
In an instant,
he gritted his teeth. "I forfeit!"
Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped off the stage before the Blue Silver Grass could ensnare him.
He would rather forfeit than get covered in that milky mess!
"Hmph!"
Tang San smiled smugly.
All the Blue Silver Grass onstage swayed and grew, as if celebrating the victory with him!
Dark purple vines danced in the milky fluid!
But the even more shocking sight
left some spectators unable to control their expressions. Their eyes practically hurt just looking at it!
Only Tang San remained onstage.
The middle-aged man in a tailcoat had already jumped off on his own.
There was no other reason. Anyone who got that stuff on them would be laughed at for the rest of their life!
But...
After a brief silence,
"Ahahaha!!!"
"What is this? Hahaha?!"
"Blue Silver Grass?!"
The spectators finally reacted, and a burst of laughter erupted.
This match would surely be the most shocking, unforgettable thing they had ever seen—the one that would stick with them the most for the rest of their lives!
They would never forget it!
Even spectators at the other stages turned to look.
Their eyes widened.
They thought they must be seeing things.
What was this?!
The middle-aged man in the tailcoat jumped back onto the stage. Dark purple and milky white covered the floor, an overwhelmingly jarring sight.
He could only stand at the very edge, where the ground was clean.
As the pungent, sour stench filled his nose, he fought to keep his face from twitching.
"Battle Soul Master Tang San wins. His record is one win and zero losses. Shi Li's record is fifteen wins and eleven losses. Master Tang San, please register your points after you leave the stage..."
Tang San had won, yet he looked even worse than if he had lost.
Why?!
I won!
I beat him!
Why are they laughing at me?
What are you all laughing at?!
None of that matters! Only strength matters!
My Blue Silver Grass is invincible. Teacher's theories were completely right! I defeated a Power Attack System Soul Master!
"Make sure you come back tomorrow!"
"I'll be here to watch you again, hahaha!"
The crowd kept laughing.
Tang San's gaze darkened as he glared at the spectators, still laughing outside the stage.
Suppressing his anger, he walked off.
Hmph. Just wait! I'll become the strongest Soul Master!
The middle-aged man in the tailcoat just wanted to get away from this stinking, milky hell as quickly as possible.
"Since the arena needs to be cleaned, the next match will begin in ten minutes. Please wait patiently..."
With that,
he hurried off the stage.
The spectators were still buzzing with excitement.
When Tang San returned to the lounge, he instantly became the center of attention. Everyone's eyes turned toward him.
The Shrek students, who had watched the entire match, and the other Soul Masters
all looked at him strangely,
their expressions filled with shock, disbelief, and... disgust.
Everyone silently hoped they wouldn't be matched against him.
It wasn't because Tang San was particularly strong.
Quite a few people there were two- or three-ring Soul Masters.
Most figured Shi Li could easily cut through the countless strands of Blue Silver Grass. That so-called swarm of grass couldn't possibly hold him. If he got serious, he could finish Tang San quickly.
But...
This wasn't a fight to the death. A person had to think about their dignity and pride.
It was too humiliating!
No one there wanted to get themselves covered in... They all cared about their reputations. Fighting Tang San would be embarrassing whether they won or lost. Just fighting him would be embarrassing...
They could only pray they wouldn't run into him.
Tang San of course noticed their stares, and he knew what they meant. His face darkened further.
His temples throbbed. Pretending not to notice, he sat down on a sofa.
Everyone around him instinctively moved away, because a pungent, sour stench clung to him.
That only made Tang San angrier.
He clenched his fists in secret. Hmph! Just wait!
One-on-one battles had their own arenas, and of course two-on-two battles did too. While Tang San was fighting,
Ma Hongjun and Oscar were battling elsewhere.
Their combination was called the Fire Oscar Combination.
The Fire came from the Evil Fire Phoenix, and the Oscar came from Oscar's name.
Their opponents were a pair of brothers whose Martial Souls were both wolves. One specialized in speed, the other in strength.
The two worked together seamlessly, attacking from front and back, left and right, with one constantly feinting.
They were a real headache for their opponents and incredibly difficult to deal with.
And then they lost. Ma Hongjun and Oscar won.
This time, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the other three had all finished their matches. Every one of them had won.
When they met in the viewing area,
Ma Hongjun saw that everyone looked relaxed, while Tang San alone had a gloomy expression. "You lost?"
"Oh, it's fine. Winning and losing are normal. You can win it back next time."
Tang San did, after all, have Blue Silver Grass. If you didn't count his strange weapons, he wasn't particularly strong.
And the Great Soul Arena's exhibition matches didn't allow weapons. Participants had to rely on their own strength. If they wanted to use weapons, they had to enter death matches,
where the restrictions were fewer.
Dai Mubai suppressed a laugh. "No. He won."
As he spoke, he sneaked a glance at Tang San. Seeing the latter's gloomy face, he found it even harder to hold back.
Ma Hongjun froze, then blinked. Suddenly, he understood.
"Oh... you used Blue Silver Grass again..."
Before he could finish,
Tang San immediately looked up and fixed him with a sharp glare.
Ma Hongjun quickly clamped his mouth shut and darted his eyes around.
There was no helping it. If they were talking about Martial Souls alone, he could easily beat Tang San. Fire completely countered Blue Silver Grass. But if those strange, poisonous weapons were added to the mix,
that was another matter.
In the crowd, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been silent all along, looked around.
She didn't see Xia Yan.
Where had he gone?
Then Oscar said, "Once we've watched Xia Yan finish his match, we should head back."
Tang San frowned.
What was he competing in?
Oscar continued, "Actually, the dean gave us two tasks this time. One was to compete, and the other was to watch Xia Yan give you all a demonstration."
A demonstration?
Zhu Zhuqing looked at him, puzzled.
"You probably haven't seen Xia Yan fight yet, right?" Oscar said. "Just watch when he goes up. Then you'll understand what real strength looks like."
Hearing this,
Tang San rolled his eyes so hard they nearly reached the sky.
Strength?
Heh... No matter how strong Xia Yan was, could he be stronger than my Tang Sect Secret Skills?! Even a Soul Sage couldn't block my Sand-Shooting Shadow!
But Zhu Zhuqing's curiosity had been stirred.
She wanted to see just how powerful Xia Yan was.
Led by Oscar, the group headed to a more spacious viewing area.
There stood a higher-tier Soul Fighting stage, fifty meters in diameter. Matches were ranked by tier, and naturally, so were the arenas.
Iron Soul Fighting and Bronze Soul Fighting used the same kind of arena.
Silver Soul Fighting and Gold Soul Fighting used higher-tier arenas.
There were more spectators here, too.
Everyone took their seats.
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