Haji Wu, You Bastard!

Furthermore.

The Shi Brothers braced their defensive formation, slowly closing in.

"Oh ho—"

"Not only are you not running, but you're actually coming toward me?"

Tang Wu saw this, a look of surprise surfacing on his face:

"Then... I'll start with you two. Let's see if your turtle shells are stronger, or if our Martial Soul Overlap Skill is a cut above."

The forms the Blue Silver Grass could take included crossbows, spears, swords, halberds, rapid-fire cannons, and chains that were both rigid and supple.

A variety of weapon forms appeared one after another.

There was nothing Tang Wu couldn't conjure; there was only what you couldn't imagine.

It could be said...

The Blue Silver Grass's specialty of being easily molded was played to its absolute limit in Tang Wu's hands.

It was truly as he wished, ever-changing and myriad in form.

To break the Shi Brothers' defensive array, Tang Wu did not choose to meet it head-on, but instead adopted a flanking tactic.

Various fancy attacks struck at their defensive blind spots, their sheer number leaving the brothers exhausted and struggling to cope.

Tang Wu pressed his advantage, the Blue Silver Grass lashing out at Shi Mo and Shi Mo like a whip, its speed not diminishing in the slightest.

Following the blind spots in their defense, he aimed his attacks at the most vulnerable area between their legs.

"Oh, ho ho ho—"

"You, you despicable person! You don't play by the rules, launching a sneak attack to deceive a fifteen-year-old comrade like me!"

"Is this all you're capable of, these low-down tricks? Come at me if you have the guts! We will never surrender!"

A mournful shriek erupted from the two of them.

Shi Mo and Shi Mo had been struck hard, their pupils dilated like bull's eyes, but this only ignited their fighting spirit.

Tang Wu was stunned:

"Are you kidding me? You're still okay after that?"

"You are the first people I've met so far who can ignore an attack of this nature. I, Tang Wu, am willing to call you the 'Strongest Defense'."

When encountering such opponents, the only way to show them respect was to give it his all.

Tang Wu launched another offensive.

This time, he would crush them completely.

"Bang—"

Shi Mo: "Ahhh, my pillar is like an ancient tree reaching for the sky, it will never yield!"

"Bang—"

Shi Mo: "Ahhh, my testicles are like walls of copper and iron, unbreakable!"

Even Tang Wu had to admire the endurance of these two brothers.

To still refuse to drop their defense even after that—they were truly men among men, the manliest of men.

"To hold on even like this, these are no ordinary opponents. It seems I'll have to strike with a heavy hand."

The tip of the Blue Silver Grass shifted, molding itself into the shape of a heavy hammer.

On the surface of the hammerhead, a metallic luster shimmered; it slammed into the floor of the Spirit Fighting Arena, emitting a "clang" of metal striking metal.

Shi Mo, Shi Mo: ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

"Wait, wait, I admit we brothers were stubborn just now, we'll drop our defense immediately."

"No, yamero—"

But unfortunately, he was too late.

The fear of the heavy hammer and the act of speaking both required three seconds to process.

But unluckily for them, the time from Tang Wu's strike to its conclusion had exactly a three-second delay.

In other words.

The Shi Brothers had only just opened their mouths a second ago, and the attack was already upon them the next.

Looking at the heavy hammer just 0.1 meters away, the brothers' faces turned ashen. They felt as if time had stopped, and a lantern slide of their lives flashed before their eyes.

After the visions faded, a bitter smile appeared on both their faces simultaneously.

Was this three-second delay also part of your plan?

Haji Wu, you monster!

"Ah—" ×2

Accompanied by two screams, the brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo were severely wounded and unable to rise again.

Hiss—

Tragic, simply too tragic...

Watching this scene, thousands of male spectators couldn't help but collectively gasp in horror.

It was too brutal.

This was truly too brutal.

Is he even human? He's nothing short of a demon!

Looking at the harmless-looking Tang Wu in the arena, their bodies stiffened, their expressions as if they had just seen the devil himself.

Oscar's face turned pale, and he quietly put some distance between himself and Tang Wu.

He was terrified that if the guy wasn't paying attention, he might give him a taste of the same treatment. He didn't have the sturdy build of the Shi Brothers; taking a hit like that could genuinely cost him his life.

"With those two gone, the rest of them will be much easier to deal with..."

With the Shi Brothers' defenses shattered, Tang Wu proceeded to resolve the remaining opponents with overwhelming force.

Whether it was Yu Tianheng or Dugu Yan, neither could last a single round in Tang Wu's hands.

They were all sent flying like roadside weeds.

The Blue Silver Overlord Spear, combined with the propulsive force of Ma Hongjun's flames, delivered the payload, and once it reached its destination, the hidden Explosive Burning Chili detonated instantly.

BOOM—

Capable of freely utilizing the traits of other Martial Souls and combining them at will, the current Tang Wu was already at the level of a semi-ultimate lifeform.

Any enemy standing in his way faced only one outcome: being mercilessly sent off the stage.

"I'll step down myself; no need to trouble you to do it."

At this critical juncture, Ye Lingling raised a hand to stop Tang Wu, indicating her willingness to cooperate.

She walked obediently toward the edge of the spirit fighting arena, avoiding a beating before being tossed off anyway.

The final victor was obvious; under Tang Wu's ruthless crushing, the Heaven Dou Royal Team had no power to fight back.

Third floor, private box.

Flender chuckled:

"So... Gangzi, are you going to eat this table as is, or would you like it served with water?"

"Haha, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Faced with Flender's question, Gangzi attempted to play dumb, hoping to gloss over the matter at hand:

"Two Beast Martial Souls, how could they possibly produce the effects of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with two Tool Martial Souls?"

"It's fake, this must be fake..."

"Don't change the subject, Gangzi. You clearly swore that you would eat this table."

However.

Flender latched onto this point, not intending to let Gangzi off the hook so easily.

"Uh, Flender, did I really say that? How come I don't remember?"

"You did. It was in the previous chapter, and the title recorded it clearly."

"Haha, I was just joking, I never said I had to eat it."

"But you swore it on your own Martial Soul. If you break an oath, the consequences are quite severe."

Flender's expression was serious; he wasn't joking in the slightest.

Swearing by one's Martial Soul is highly effective in the Douluo Continent.

Usually, if the person who made the oath breaks it, there are real penalties that descend upon them.

Seeing that Flender had laid it all out on the table, Gangzi stopped pretending and gave up entirely:

"So what? What of it..."

"My spirit power is unlikely to make any progress in this lifetime anyway, so if I break it, I break it. What can you do to me?"

"I'm telling you, Flender, I, Yu Xiaogang, am not eating this table!"

Faced with Flender's warning, Yu Xiaogang had no intention of keeping his oath, insisting on defaulting to the end.

His jumping about, revealing his unsightly behavior, made him look just like a monkey in a fit of impotent rage.

Adding a free chapter before the official launch.

Thank you to all the readers for your support, which finally helped me make it this far. It hasn't been easy.

Feeling blue, want to cry—