Tang San's decapitation operation completely fell apart in the fourth second.
The Blue Silver Grass chains were devoured in swathes by the Heavenly Net Immortal Vine. Dark green sap dripped from the breaks, corroding the arena.
The remaining grass blades twisted and warped beneath the gravity field, limp against the ground like a pile of dead snakes.
Tang San's feet sank into the stone tiles, and his kneecaps creaked under the pressure of fivefold gravity.
It was the wail of bones unable to bear the strain.
Xiao Wu was in even worse condition.
The Soft Bone Rabbit's agility had been completely sealed by gravity.
She forcibly leaped twice. When she landed, her ankle cracked sharply, and the agony instantly drained all color from her face.
Her ligament had ruptured.
Jiang Tieyi stood fifteen zhang away, gray fur from the Savage Ancient Ape covering his entire arm.
He did not move. He simply stood there.
Like an iron tower that had grown from the heart of the earth.
"Come. Compare strength with me."
Jiang Tieyi grinned, exposing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.
A fierce light flashed in Tang San's eyes. Six Blue Silver Grass strands tightly wrapped around Jiang Tieyi's right arm, their blades cutting into flesh but leaving only a few pale marks.
Jiang Tieyi lowered his head and looked at them.
His gaze was like he was looking at a loose thread that had fallen onto his arm.
Second soul skill: Myriad-Kilogram Body.
The density of his muscles increased eightfold in an instant, and his weight rose to three thousand jin.
Before him, the Blue Silver Grass was more fragile than spider silk.
Jiang Tieyi raised the entangled hand and casually scratched the back of his head.
"A little itchy."
Tang San abruptly withdrew his martial soul, his fingertips trembling slightly.
The arena had vanished.
Ling Shuang's Heavenly Net Immortal Vine had carved the fighting platform into three separate death zones.
The vine walls were two zhang thick, their dark green roots brutally burrowing into the foundation as stone cracked nonstop.
These were three slaughterhouses with no suspense to them.
Tang San was pinned at the center of the chessboard, unable to move.
On the other side of the vine wall, Su Chen leaned against the massive claw of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ferocious Beast, Iron Wall.
The Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bear lowered its head docilely and nudged his shoulder with its nose, only for him to casually pat it away.
He was watching the show.
Watching a carefully arranged art exhibition called "Despair."
On the left wing of the arena, Dai Mubai's roars had already turned hoarse.
The claws of his White Tiger Vajra Transformation shredded the vines, but for every three he severed, nine more drilled out beneath his feet.
This was predatory, frenzied regeneration.
Dai Mubai was trapped in the green swamp, every punch draining him dry.
Ma Hongjun's Phoenixfire was still pouring forth, but the flames had shifted from crimson to a sickly orange-yellow.
A faint purple mist drifted through the air.
"Poison."
Fear finally entered Dai Mubai's roar.
"Your reaction was too slow."
Chu Yao's voice came from deep within the vines, carrying the teasing amusement of a cat toying with a mouse.
"You were poisoned three minutes ago."
"I spent a month preparing it. Colorless and odorless, mixed into the plant sap."
"Not even a Soul Sage would detect it, much less you."
Dai Mubai punched toward the source of the voice, shattering three layers of vine walls.
There was no one behind them.
Chu Yao lay sprawled atop a thick vine in the distance, propping her cheek up with one hand, her posture lazy.
"Keep going. I'm not in a hurry."
On the right wing of the arena, the Hell Spirit Cat's figure refracted out of the shadows for the third time.
A short blade aimed directly at Mo Qianye's neck.
Mo Qianye did not even turn his head.
He raised his right index finger and casually pointed behind him.
A cluster of Nether Phoenix Blackflame bloomed along Zhu Zhuqing's inevitable path.
There was no heat, only an all-devouring chill.
Zhu Zhuqing was forced to alter her trajectory, completely exposing herself.
Three ambushes, three precise interceptions.
Her invisibility before Mo Qianye was like running beneath the blazing sun.
"You're fast."
Mo Qianye looked at the black flames dancing on his fingertips.
"But before Netherfire, speed has no meaning."
"I only need to touch you once."
The Blackfire swelled, and a thick layer of frost formed along the edge of the platform.
Zhu Zhuqing stopped. It was a death warning from an assassin's instincts.
One touch meant elimination.
At the rear of the arena, Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tower flashed for the sixth time.
The enhancement beam had barely flown ten zhang before vanishing into thin air.
Ye Linglong stood opposite her, silver hair falling to her waist, her scarlet Demon Eyes utterly still.
Annihilation Demon Eyes.
Ning Rongrong's Glazed Tower was addition.
Ye Linglong's Demon Eyes were subtraction.
"What are you doing?!"
Ning Rongrong's voice completely lost control.
The frustration of growing more hopeless the harder she tried nearly drove her to collapse.
"However much you add, I subtract."
Ye Linglong's tone was calm, as though she were stating a truth.
"In this battle, your teammates won't receive any enhancements."
Oscar was drenched in sweat as he offered out a Recovery Sausage.
Those red eyes swept over him.
Fearful Gaze.
Oscar's mind instantly froze as a message was forcibly planted inside it: you will die.
His hand shook violently. The sausage slipped free and fell into the dust.
"What a pity. Wasted food."
Ye Linglong withdrew her gaze.
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and gathered all the light back, switching to defense.
"Smart."
The corner of Ye Linglong's lips twitched.
"But useless. You can't protect them."
Dai Mubai's furious roars, Ma Hongjun's curses, Ning Rongrong's ragged breathing...
All the sounds gathered beside Tang San's ears.
But he could do nothing.
The gravity field had locked down his legs, while Xiao Wu leaned against his back, breathing rapidly.
The battle entered its seventh minute.
Tang San's sweat struck the broken stones and shattered into tiny droplets.
He stood at the center of the vortex and looked at Su Chen.
Su Chen had both hands in his pockets, while four Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bears stood in a row like loyal imperial guards.
They could not even be bothered to roar.
Because the people of Shrek Academy did not even have the right to reach them.
"Tang San, choose a path."
Su Chen's voice pierced through the gravity field, astonishingly steady.
"Stay where you are and watch them be crippled."
"Or come find me. But the moment you leave, the gravity will instantly crush Xiao Wu."
Su Chen smiled, his smile full of amusement.
"Choose."
Tang San's fingers clenched fiercely, his nails digging into his palms.
He hated this feeling. Su Chen did not kill people; he only killed wills.
He handed you a knife and made you choose whom to stab.
"Third Brother... don't worry about me."
Xiao Wu's voice was hoarse, her sobs tightly suppressed.
Tang San did not turn around. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
"You calculated it well indeed, Su Chen."
He raised his right hand, the calluses at the base of his thumb looking savage beneath the sunlight.
"But you have too much faith in your plan."
"Before absolute power, a plan is just a sheet of paper."
In the audience, Grandmaster suddenly rose to his feet, his face deathly pale.
"Little San—don't use it!"
Too late.
Tang San clenched his right hand in the empty air.
The void trembled. The air within five zhang was forcibly sucked dry.
The gravel beneath Jiang Tieyi's feet was blasted into the air by the shockwave, striking the vine wall and turning to powder.
A pitch-black warhammer abruptly appeared in Tang San's hand.
Ancient patterns covered the hammer's body, and it was so heavy that even the surrounding light distorted.
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