"Retract your Martial Soul. Don't summon it again!"
Plant Academy's team leader rushed before Yao Zi, using Soul Power to protect her arm.
The tender Purple Vine shoots were still turning black. Only after her Martial Soul was forcibly retracted did the spreading darkness stop.
Yao Zi panted heavily.
"Teacher, my Martial Soul is afraid of him."
"Plant Martial Souls do not have human thoughts."
"But I can feel it."
She raised her head and looked toward Tang San, who had already stepped down from the arena.
"After the Blue Silver Grass appeared, the Purple Vine completely stopped obeying me. It only wanted to run."
The team leader could not determine the cause and could only have a healing Soul Master treat her first.
Meanwhile, Tang San had just returned to the resting area when Ma Hongjun clapped a hand onto his shoulder.
"Third Brother, you've been hiding yourself well. Plant Academy's Martial Souls couldn't even stabilize their soul skills after seeing you."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Tang San sat cross-legged and accepted the Recovery Sausage Oscar handed over.
"They fought several matches in a row and consumed too much Soul Power. It isn't strange for their control to slip."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at him.
"The last three only entered the arena afterward. They hadn't expended anything."
Tang San took a bite of the sausage and looked down at his palm.
He could not explain that either.
Yu Xiaogang wheeled himself over.
"Xiao San, release your Blue Silver Grass. I want to examine it again."
Blue Silver Grass grew from Tang San's palm and coiled around Yu Xiaogang's wrist.
Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes and sensed it for a long while before releasing the vines.
"The strength of your Martial Soul has indeed increased. The medicinal effects of the Infernal Delicate