Not just Tang San.
Not far away, Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled again.
She felt the Nether Civet Martial Soul inside her let out a cry of grief, as if it had encountered the king of beasts and was cowering in a corner, trembling.
The Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hands dimmed, and even its rotation slowed.
Down below, Dai Mubai also felt a tightness in his chest. His Martial Soul was firmly suppressed, and even breathing became difficult.
At that moment, the entire arena was shaken.
In the VIP seats.
Yu Xiaogang, who had been sitting there with an air of composure, suddenly sprang to his feet. He gripped the railing with both hands, his cloudy eyes wide with shock.
"What kind of Martial Soul is this?!"
"It can completely suppress Xiao San's Martial Soul, and even suppress everyone else's?"
As the Grandmaster, famed for his unrivaled theories, Yu Xiaogang had studied Martial Souls for decades and considered himself familiar with the traits of every Martial Soul under heaven.
But he had never seen or even heard of anything so domineering.
Not even the Clear Sky Hammer or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon could make other Martial Souls shrink back in fear with nothing but their aura.
"This makes no sense! There's no record of this in the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of the Martial Soul world!"
Yu Xiaogang's entire worldview was taking a massive blow.
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.
"Uncle Sword, can you tell what that is?" Ning Fengzhi asked gravely.
Chen Xin drew a deep breath. His usually placid face was now filled with solemnity.
"I can't see through it."
"But I can tell that Martial Soul's quality is probably even higher than my Seven Kill Sword."
"Perhaps... even higher than that legendary Angel Martial Soul."
In another, more secluded VIP room.
Xue Qinghe still held the teacup, but half the water had spilled out.
An unprecedented light shone in her golden eyes.
"Chaos Green Lotus..."
"The Martial Soul mentioned in the diary, one that surpasses the rules of this world."
"At least a god-level Martial Soul, perhaps even... a Creator God-level one?"
She took a deep breath.
Qin Feng really was a monster among monsters.
In one corner of the stands.
Liu Erlong helped the bruised and battered Xiao Wu sit down.
Xiao Wu ignored the pain in her body and stared at the Green Lotus onstage, fear filling her eyes.
As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, her senses were countless times sharper than a human's.
Before that lotus, her hundred thousand years of cultivation felt like a joke.
"What kind of Martial Soul is that... Third Brother's Blue Silver Grass is completely useless."
Xiao Wu's voice trembled.
On the platform.
Tang San gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The backlash from his Martial Soul had injured him internally.
"I refuse to believe it!"
Tang San couldn't accept it.
How could he lose to someone who relied on brute force and this inexplicable Martial Soul suppression?
"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"
If his Martial Soul was suppressed, then he would use the Tang Sect Secret Arts!
Tang San's steps shifted, his figure darting toward Qin Feng like a ghost.
Several Bone Piercing Nails were hidden in his hand, ready to fly at any moment.
"You never learn."
Qin Feng watched Tang San charge at him, impatience flashing in his eyes.
The instant Tang San closed in, Soul Power burst from Qin Feng.
Level forty-seven.
A wave of Soul Power, like a tsunami, swept over Tang San.
Before Tang San could throw his Hidden Weapons, Qin Feng's palm had already struck.
The blow looked light and casual, yet it carried the force of a thousand jun, sealing off every one of Tang San's escape routes.
Smack!
The crisp sound of a slap rang across the arena.
Half of Tang San's fairly handsome face swelled up instantly. He spun three times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Pfft.
He spat out another mouthful of blood.
This time, two broken teeth came with it.
"Third Brother!"
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong cried out together.
To them, Tang San had always embodied flawless calculation, composure, and strength.
But today, in front of Qin Feng, he was like a child who hadn't even learned to walk, being beaten to a pulp.
Yu Xiaogang watched with eyes blazing, his heart aching so badly he could barely breathe.
"Xiao San!"
Liu Erlong was just as shocked. That ever-confident Xiao San had been unable to fight back at all?
On the platform.
Tang San struggled to his feet. Half his face was swollen, and the fury in his eyes was nearly burning away his reason.
He had lost all face.
In front of tens of thousands of spectators, in front of Xiao Wu, and in front of everyone from Shrek, he had been slapped like a dog.
The humiliation was worse than death.
"You brought this on yourself..."
Tang San's voice was hoarse, laced with a kind of hysterical madness.
He suddenly lowered his head, and the clothes on his back burst apart.
Crack, crack.
The grating sound of bones scraping together rang out.
Eight thick, purplish-black legs burst through the flesh along his spine.
Each leg was over three meters long, gleaming with a purplish-black sheen. Their tips were sharp as spears, and they gave off a sickening, sweet stench.
The Eight Spider Lances.
Tang San's greatest trump card, an External Soul Bone!
As the Eight Spider Lances emerged, Tang San's aura surged. The cold, poisonous mist even seemed to warp the air around him.
"That's... a Soul Bone?!"
In the VIP seats on the second floor.
Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow slightly.
"A Soul Bone? And an External Soul Bone, at that."
"Looks like Tang San's pretty lucky too. Interesting."
"But against absolute strength, I doubt it'll be enough to turn the tables."
Down below.
The shock on Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned to elation and pride when he saw this.
He pointed at Tang San onstage and loudly addressed those around him:
"That's an External Soul Bone! One of the most precious types of Soul Bone, second only to a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"
"Xiao San got it after hunting a Man Faced Demon Spider in the Star Dou Forest. Without my theoretical guidance, he never could have absorbed it."
"This Soul Bone carries deadly poison and can devour an enemy's life force. Once it pierces you, even the gods can't save you!"
Liu Erlong looked at Yu Xiaogang with admiration.
"Xiaogang, you're incredible. You even helped Xiao San obtain such a treasure, and you weren't tempted to keep it for yourself. Few people in the world have such character."
Flender pushed up his glasses, a glint flashing in his shrewd little eyes.
"Xiao San's shown his trump card. This one's in the bag."
"Looks like my bet's going to double."
"Going all in really is a kind of wisdom."
Onstage.
The Eight Spider Lances held Tang San aloft as he looked down at Qin Feng.
With the External Soul Bone's power bolstering him, some of the fear caused by the earlier suppression finally faded.
He found his confidence again.
"Qin Feng, you've forced me to reveal my Eight Spider Lances. You can be proud of that."
"But this match ends here!"
Tang San spoke coldly. The eight Spider Lances gleamed like the scythes of the Grim Reaper.