This is a Clash of Blue Silver Grass!

Tang San studied Tang Wulin standing beside him. This guy gave him a familiar feeling. Could he have seen him somewhere before?

But he had basically never been to Suo Tuo City since he was little, so how could he possibly have seen him?

Tang San shook his head, throwing off that inexplicable feeling.

No matter what, this person belonged to that academy—the academy that had eliminated him.

Tang San's gaze turned cold.

The two followed the staff member through the corridor, and the middle-aged man in a tuxedo on the arena began his introduction again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next one-on-one match is about to begin!"

"First, let me introduce this contestant: Tang San! A control-type battle soul master, martial soul Blue Silver Grass, a two-ring Great Soul Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, whispers rose from the stands.

"Blue Silver Grass? Isn't that a Trash Martial Soul?"

"A two-ring Great Soul Master—reaching two rings at his age isn't too bad..."

"It's just that his martial soul is too useless..."

Tang San stood on one side of the arena, his expression unchanged.

He had heard those words far too many times. Back in Notting City, everyone who learned what his martial soul was had reacted the same way. He was already used to it. And afterward, he would give them all a harsh slap in the face.

"Next, let me introduce contestant Tang Wulin. He is also a control-type battle soul master, his martial soul is also Blue Silver Grass, and his rank is also that of a two-ring Great Soul Master!"

The whispers in the stands turned into cries of surprise.

"Blue Silver Grass again?"

"What's going on today? Two soul masters with Blue Silver Grass martial souls ran into each other?"

"Interesting, interesting. Trash Martial Soul versus Trash Martial Soul. Let's see who wins."

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

This person's surname was Tang, his martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, and his soul power rank was also two rings.

Tang San looked Tang Wulin over again. The youth's figure, his contours, even the way he stood, all gave him an intense sense of déjà vu.

He did not keep thinking about it, because the match was about to begin.

A cold gleam flashed through Tang San's eyes.

That academy had eliminated him, believing he was unworthy of becoming one of their students.

Now, he would use his own strength to prove that the person they had eliminated was stronger than their students.

The middle-aged man in a tuxedo retreated to the edge of the arena, and his raised arm abruptly dropped.

"The match begins!"

Tang San did not hesitate and immediately released his martial soul.

Blue Silver Grass surged from his palm, deep-blue vines winding and stretching like snakes.

Two yellow soul rings rose from beneath his feet, slowly pulsing as they gave off a faint glow.

For the first soul ring to be yellow was already quite good.

Tang San's gaze landed on Tang Wulin as he waited for the other party to release his martial soul.

He was already prepared to defeat Tang Wulin with his first soul skill, Blue Silver Entanglement. His Blue Silver Grass was poisonous; surely the other party could never have imagined that, right?

Tang Wulin raised his hand.

Blue Silver Grass surged from his palm. Thick vines burst forth one after another, their surfaces marked with golden patterns.

At the same time, two purple soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

Two thousand-year soul rings.

The entire venue fell silent.

The people in the stands opened their mouths wide, but not a single sound came out. How was that possible? A Trash Martial Soul actually had two thousand-year soul rings?

And Flender, up in the spectator stands, was stunned as well. How was this possible?

Tang San froze where he stood.

His pupils contracted violently as he stared at the two purple soul rings beneath Tang Wulin's feet, his mind going completely blank.

The first soul ring was thousand-year. The second soul ring was thousand-year.

What kind of concept was that? Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang had once told him that the human body had limits: the first soul ring could at most withstand a soul beast of a little over four hundred years. If it exceeded that age, the body would collapse because it could not endure the soul ring's energy.

But the person before him had two soul rings, and both were thousand-year.

And his Blue Silver Grass—Tang San lowered his head to look at the slender deep-blue vines in his own hand, then looked at the thick vines in Tang Wulin's hand.

Impossible. Grandmaster's theory could not be wrong.

But the facts were right in front of him.

Tang San gritted his teeth and forced down the shock in his heart.

No matter what color his opponent's spirit rings were, no matter how thick his opponent's Blue Silver Grass was, he could not lose.

He could not let the people from that academy make a joke of him.

Tang San made the first move.

"First spirit skill, Blue Silver Entanglement!"

The Blue Silver Grass vines in his hand shot out fiercely, heading straight for Tang Wulin. The vines extended rapidly through the air, arriving before Tang Wulin in the blink of an eye.

The corner of Tang San's mouth curved slightly. His Blue Silver Grass was poisonous. As long as it wrapped around his opponent, even if it only lightly scraped the skin, the toxin would invade his body.

Tang Wulin watched the vines flying toward him. He did not retreat, nor did he panic.

He also raised his hand.

"First spirit skill, Entanglement."

Vines shot from his hand, faster than Tang San's and stronger than Tang San's. The two masses of vines collided in midair.

"Crack—!"

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was like papier-mâché, directly crushed to pieces by Tang Wulin's vines. Broken fragments of vine scattered in all directions, falling all over the ground.

Tang San froze.

His Blue Silver Grass had snapped?

It had been broken by the other side's vines that easily? It had not even managed to resist for a single breath?

Tang San looked at the vines on the ground, broken into several sections, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Grandmaster had said that Blue Silver Grass was a Trash Martial Soul, but through later cultivation and the correct combination of spirit rings, it could also become strong.

Tang San had always believed those words, because his Blue Silver Grass was indeed much stronger than ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

But Tang Wulin before him also had Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul, yet he was more than just one level stronger than him.

"Two thousand-year spirit rings..."

"His first spirit ring was already thousand-year. His foundation is far stronger than mine. Losing isn't my fault. His spirit ring configuration has surpassed common sense."

But immediately after, another thought emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Why could Tang Wulin do it? Why could his first spirit ring be thousand-year?

If Grandmaster's theory was correct, then Tang Wulin could not possibly have done it.

If Tang Wulin had done it, then Grandmaster's theory was wrong.

Tang San was unwilling to accept that conclusion.

But what he was even more unwilling to accept was that he had lost. In that academy's virtual space, Le Zhengyu had announced his elimination.

Now, on the stage of this Grand Spirit Arena, he had yet to do anything, but he had already been suppressed by his opponent.

Tang San took a deep breath and calmed himself again.

His Blue Silver Grass was not as thick and sturdy as his opponent's. His spirit rings were not as high-grade as his opponent's. But he still had other trump cards.

Purple Demon Eye, activate.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step, activate.

A faint layer of purple light rose in Tang San's eyes, and Tang Wulin's movements became much clearer to him.

His steps began to turn unpredictable, his figure swaying left and right across the stage, making it difficult for his opponent to lock onto his position.

At the same time, his right hand quietly withdrew into his sleeve.

Sleeve Arrow.

This was one of the most concealed hidden weapons of the Tang Sect. Hidden in the sleeve, it could be fired by triggering its mechanism.

The arrowhead was coated with a paralytic toxin. As long as it struck, the opponent would lose the ability to move.

Tang San's finger hooked onto the Sleeve Arrow's mechanism, preparing to find the right opportunity.

Tang Wulin saw the change in Tang San's eyes. He did not hurry to attack, but stood where he was, gold-blue vines slowly swaying around his body.

Tang San's figure suddenly lowered, and his right hand whipped out fiercely from his sleeve.

"Whoosh—!"

A tiny Sleeve Arrow shot from Tang San's cuff, so fast it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch.

The arrowhead glimmered with a dim blue light under the lamps, heading straight for Tang Wulin's face.

Tang Wulin's reaction was much faster than Tang San had expected.

He did not even dodge. He only raised his hand slightly, and a thick vine automatically sprang up, blocking in front of him like a shield.

"Ding!"

The Sleeve Arrow struck the vine. The arrowhead pierced into the vine's outer skin, but it only sank in a tiny bit before stopping.

The golden patterns on the surface of the vine lit up slightly, and that Sleeve Arrow was flung away, falling onto the stage floor.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

His Sleeve Arrow couldn't pierce the other party's Blue Silver Grass?

Were those vines really that hard?

And Tang Wulin gave Tang San no chance to react. He controlled his Blue Silver Grass at extreme speed, surrounding Tang San, and even Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step had no way to take effect at a time like this.

Very soon, Tang Wulin's vines wrapped around his waist, bound his arms, and entangled both his legs.

That strength was astonishingly great. Tang San struggled with everything he had, only to discover that his own power was simply not worth mentioning before his opponent.

Then he was dragged by the vines, flying toward Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin gave him no chance to counterattack.

The instant Tang San was dragged in front of him, Tang Wulin clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it into Tang San's chest.

The force of that punch was shockingly powerful.

Tang San felt as though his chest had been rammed by a soul beast, his internal organs churning violently.

His body flew backward, slammed heavily onto the arena, then slid several more meters before finally stopping.

"Pfft—"

Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the arena floor red.

He lay sprawled on the ground, wanting to climb up, but after his arms pushed against the floor once, they went limp again.

How could a control-type soul master have such tremendous strength?

Weren't control-type soul masters supposed to focus mainly on control?

Tang San quickly passed out.

[Detected that key figure Tang San's recognition of Shrek Academy as a Monster Academy has increased!]

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[Detected that key figure Xiao Wu's recognition of Shrek Academy as a Monster Academy has increased!]

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[Detected that key figure Flender's recognition of Shrek Academy as a Monster Academy has increased!]

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