"Gu Ling!"
Tang San forced the name through gritted teeth. The Eight Spider Lances on his back slowly spread, their sharp tips scraping across the arena floor and leaving white marks.
His six teammates were below the platform.
Dai Mubai clutched his face, blood seeping steadily between his fingers. Tai Long lay curled up, unable even to straighten his back. Yu Tianheng braced himself against the ground and tried to rise, only to fall heavily to his knees again.
Was this all they had to show for over a month of preparation?
Tang San's chest heaved, his grip tightening around the severed vine.
"No, I haven't lost yet!"
With an angry shout, he lit up his Third Soul Ring, sending a ball of purple light flying straight at Gu Ling.
"Third Soul Skill, Spider Web Restraint!"
The sticky net of vines abruptly unfurled, blocking their view of each other. Two of the Spider Spears on Tang San's back slammed against the floor, propelling him forward, while the other six stabbed toward the space behind the net!
If Gu Ling hesitated for even an instant, the Eight Spider Lances would pierce his body. But when those six cold gleams pierced the net, there was no one behind it.
"Damn it, that move again!" Purple light surged in Tang San's eyes. He hastily turned, crossing two Spider Spears to guard his ribs.
Bam!
Gu Ling stepped out of a spatial ripple and slammed a fist into the spears!
The Spider Spears shuddered violently, sending a numbing jolt through Tang San's shoulders and back and forcing him several steps backward. Before he could command his other spears to counterattack, Gu Ling had already seized the two blocking his path.
Pale Bone Armor immediately covered his hands, and icy blue light spread rapidly from