Tang San the Shemale Is Despised

All eyes were on Tang San.

A grown man walks with a swaying gait, his feet constantly crossing in front of him, his steps even smaller than a cat's—it looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

In particular, he deliberately hunched over to avoid straining his lower body, making him appear even more hunched and sleazy.

Hahahaha!

"Is that a transvestite?"

"Is the Berserk Team out of people? Why did they bring in this kind of trash?"

The mockery was overwhelming; even the referee was forced to restrain himself, pinching his fingertips until they bled before he could barely suppress his laughter.

Tang San couldn't save face, so he quickened his pace, but the faster he walked, the more mistakes he made, his buttocks swaying back and forth like a duck wagging its tail.

"Pfft, hahaha!" Ning Rong was the first to burst out laughing.

Even the aloof Zhu Zhuqing turned her back, her shoulders twitching.

Dugu Yan on the arena waved her hand dismissively, "Mad Rhino, your team even recruits transvestites? How disgusting!"

"Exactly," Shi Mo grumbled, "Walks like a woman, wiggling her butt."

Mad Rhino's face flushed red, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

The referee took a deep breath. "Both sides, get ready!"

Wow!

The flag is dropped!

"Charge!" the Mad Rhino roared, its Iron Armored Rhinoceros Martial Soul activating as it charged madly towards the Imperial Fighting Team.

He thought he was quite strong and that even if he couldn't beat Yu Tianheng, he could hold out for a while.

But reality is cruel. Yu Tianheng clenched his fist, threw a punch, and there was no second punch!

Blue lightning exploded, striking Mad Rhino Mad Rhino in the chest, sending him flying and knocking him unconscious.

Sold out instantly.

The crowd erupted in cheers once again.

The Spider Woman was caught off guard by the Yu Feng and knocked unconscious before she could react.

Dai Mubai was blocked by the Shi Brothers, who attacked him from both sides, and he was instantly killed in the head.

Ma Hongjun attempted to cut to the back row, Yu Tianheng, who had freed his hands, electrocuted him, turning his hair into an afro.

One by one, the remaining team members fell to the ground, but Tang San remained unharmed!

That's disgusting! Fighting with a ladyboy is so beneath you!

Tang San, seeing himself being "isolated," glared angrily.

Fine, fine, so you all look down on me, huh?

Then let me show you what I'm capable of!

Even though his lower body was injured and he dared not move violently, he didn't take care of his upper body!

"Blue Silver Entanglement!"

Blue vines sprouted from his palm and coiled around Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan frowned and used her Soul Power to shatter the Blue Silver Grass.

But Tang San had already achieved his goal of disrupting the enemy's vision!

Hidden Weapon, Silent Sleeve Arrow!

The poison-coated Sleeve Arrow was aimed straight at Dugu Yan's face.

However, the difference in strength was too great; even if she launched a sneak attack, Dugu Yan could react in time.

She leaned back abruptly, the Sleeve Arrow grazing her nose before embedding itself in a wooden stake at the edge of the arena.

The once sturdy wooden stake was corroded and developed large holes!

"A transvestite is one thing, but to resort to underhanded tactics?" Dugu Yan sneered, "Jade Phosphor Serpent Poison!"

A dark green poisonous mist emanated from her body, instantly enveloping Tang San.

Tang San's expression changed drastically. He quickly held his breath and turned to run away.

However, the toxic fumes are ubiquitous, penetrating clothing and sticking to the skin.

"Ah--!!!"

Tang San let out a scream that sounded inhuman, squeezed his legs together even tighter, clutched his groin with both hands, and rolled around on the ground frantically.

Before his wounds had healed, the moment the poisonous mist entered, Tang San felt a red-hot branding iron being stuffed into his crotch and stirred back and forth.

"Aaaaaah!"

Tang San frantically clutched his groin, urine and blood gushing out.

Dugu Yan pinched her nose. "Disgusting!"

Shi Mo frowned. "Captain, this guy won't admit defeat. We haven't won yet."

Yu Tianheng waved his hand, "Kick it down."

Shi Mo looked troubled. "Me? I'm afraid of getting dirty!"

But under the captain's watchful eye, Shi Mo reluctantly walked towards Tang San, raised his foot, and kicked him off the stage like trash. When he returned, he didn't forget to kick off his shoes.

Yu Xiaogang rushed over, "Xiao San! Xiao San, are you alright?"

Tang San curled up in a ball, his hands tightly covering his groin.

Yu Xiaogang looked down and his expression changed drastically.

Blackish-green pus and blood were seeping from his crotch, and he reeked of a foul stench!

"Hold on, Xiao San! I'll take you to find Healing-type Soul Master!"

From the stands, Ye Hua withdrew his gaze.

"Watch carefully and learn carefully."

There's no need to show mercy to certain hypocrites.

The rest of the match was a foregone conclusion.

The Imperial Fighting Team swept through the competition, winning all five matches with an average time of no more than three minutes.

Yu Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Overwhelm the entire field. When that Overwhelm, he used Dugu Yan's Snake Venom to deliver a devastating blow.

The gamblers made a fortune, but Manager Yang's face grew increasingly grim.

He sat in his office, staring at the ledgers, veins bulging on his forehead.

If the Imperial Fighting Team keeps winning, his performance will be ruined for the next six months!

Left with no other option, Manager Yang headed straight for the spectator area.

"Master Ye! Master Ye!"

Manager Yang squeezed through the crowd and ran breathlessly to Ye Hua.

Ye Hua turned around. "Manager Yang, what is it?"

Manager Yang wiped his sweat. "Master Ye, you've seen the Imperial Fighting Team for yourself. If they keep winning like this, the Great Soul Arena will be bankrupt!"

"So?"

"So I'd like to ask you to take action!" Manager Yang clasped his hands together, "To end the Imperial Fighting Team's winning streak!"

Ye Hua remained silent.

Manager Yang gritted his teeth, "If you're willing, I'm willing to offer three Thousand-Year Spirit Bone as payment!"

[bite--]

[Imperial Fighting Team's rampage detected, triggering a temporary mission]

[Mission Name: In the In the Name of the Terminator]

[Mission Objective: Defeat the Imperial Fighting Team and end their winning streak]

[Task Rewards: Three Thirty-Thousand-Year Spirit Bone, one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring (perfectly suited to the host)]

[Mission Description: Defeat the Imperial Fighting Team and inflict another blow on Tang San]

Ye Hua's lips curled slightly, "The age of Thousand-Year Spirit Bone?"

Manager Yang gritted his teeth, "Two pieces for three thousand years, one piece for five thousand years!"

"Make a deal."

"Master Ye is straightforward!"

Manager Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

At the other end of the spectator area, Tang San had just returned from the Healing-type Soul Master, his face pale as he slumped in a chair.

Seeing Ye Hua and the others get up and walk towards the arena, his eyes immediately turned sinister.

"Ye Hua, do you also want to challenge the Imperial Fighting Team?"

Tang San gritted his teeth, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

"Your team is just starting out; they're all Soul Elder with zero practical combat experience."

"Yu Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, not some trash Bule. Do you think you can win?"

"Dream!"

He stared intently at Ye Hua's retreating figure, his eyes surging with hatred.

The Imperial Fighting Team, having won consecutive victories, had long forgotten what the world was like. When they saw Ye Hua and the others come on stage, they thought they were just an ordinary team.

Ye Hua walked at the front, followed by his teammates lined up in a row. Apart from Oscar, they were all stunning beauties in their own way, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Holy crap..." Yu Feng's eyes widened. "Is this team a beauty pageant team?"

Dugu Yan narrowed her eyes, "Hmph, just a pretty face!"

"Don't underestimate them," Yu Tianheng said, circulating his Soul Power. "This team should be the ace of the Soto Great Spirit Arena, called [Long Night Team]."

"Especially Captain Ye Hua, I heard he defeated Soul King with Octopus Martial Soul. Although that person's Martial Soul was weak, his Soul Power was genuine."

"Who cares about the long night or the dawn," Dugu Yan said arrogantly, raising her head. "They're just Soul Elder team at best!"

"Our Imperial Fighting Team is invincible among its peers in this small place. Do you think he can defeat our entire team by himself?"

Yu Tianheng shook his head slightly, his gaze falling on Ye Hua.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's intuition told him that the person in front of him was no ordinary person.

"Don't be careless, Teacher Qin Ming won't let us worry about mediocre people!" Yu Tianheng led the team onto the arena.

Cheers erupted from the audience, and gamblers staked their fortunes.

"Royal battle! Royal battle! Royal battle!"

Manager Yang hid behind the counter, staring at the numbers on the betting slip, his lips twitching wildly.

Oh, Mr. Night, please don't let this go wrong!

My old heart can't take this much!

On the ring, the two stood still.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Yu Tianheng made a move that blew everyone's mind!