Tang San: How Could People in This World Know Martial Arts?
The purple poisonous mist had already corroded all the Blue Silver Grass that Entangling, turning it into withered, yellowish-black dead things, which then shattered into fragments scattered all over the ground with a crash.
Tang San gasped.
"Your poison is very strong," Tang San admitted, but the surprise in his eyes was fleeting.
He flipped his hands, his left hand gripping several Sleeve Arrow, while his right hand reached to his waist, and several points of cold light quietly appeared at his fingertips.
Since the Blue Silver Grass can't block her poison, let's try another method.
With a flick of his wrist, three steel needles shot out in irregular trajectories, each with a different angle of rotation and speed.
Dugu Yan dodged two of the projectiles and deflected the third with a wave of her hand, but Tang San didn't even give her a chance to catch her breath.
In the following time, all sorts of Hidden Weapon poured out of his hands like a torrential rain.
Willow-leaf daggers, flying locust stones, coin darts, and Bone-Piercing Nail —each of these Hidden Weapon is designed with precise prediction and tricky angles. Some even collide in mid-air, altering their trajectory and making them impossible to defend against.
Dugu Yan was forced to dodge repeatedly, and her movements were no longer as leisurely as before.
Although her Poison Arts were powerful, she was somewhat suppressed for a time when facing an opponent who did not engage in close combat, did not fight, and always unleashed his firepower from a distance.
"His accuracy and calculation are nothing like those of a twelve-year-old boy," Dugu Yan thought to herself in surprise.
Zhu Zhuqing's figure moved like a black lightning bolt, remaining hidden in the shadows at the edge of the arena from the start of the battle. She didn't engage in direct combat, but waited for an opportunity. When Ye Lingling's gaze briefly swept towards Dugu Yan and Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing moved. Her Nether Civet Martial Soul instantly manifested, her body lowered, and her speed suddenly exploded, her cat eyes gleaming with a cold green light in the sunlight. Her sharp claws aimed straight for Ye Lingling's nape, the attack ruthless and precise, without the slightest hesitation.
However, her claws stopped three inches from the back of Ye Lingling's neck. Because Ye Lingling had vanished. Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted sharply, leaving only a blurry image of a black veil billowing in the wind. The next moment, her wrist was gripped by a slender yet terrifyingly strong hand, and she was pulled forward by a gentle yet irresistible force, followed by a light palm strike to her shoulder.
Zhu Zhuqing let out a muffled groan, her body lurching forward uncontrollably, sliding three or four meters on the ground before barely managing to regain her balance.
She was about to turn around and fight again when she found that her right arm was numb. The flow of Soul Power in her entire arm had been completely disrupted by that palm strike, and she couldn't even form a cat claw.
"So fast." Zhu Zhuqing's pupils dilated in shock; she hadn't even seen when Ye Lingling had gotten behind her.
Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing was at a disadvantage, Xiao Wu immediately rushed up from the side.
He used his toes to push off the ground and leaped into the air, his Waist Bow arched with full force, and he shot towards Ye Lingling like a fully drawn bow.
Once she gets close with her jujitsu, almost no opponent of the same skill level can escape unscathed.
Ye Lingling turned to the side, raised her hand, and lightly met the leg with her palm.
When Xiao Wu's leg whip struck Ye Lingling's palm, it felt like kicking a ball of cotton; the force was completely neutralized.
Immediately afterward, a clever rebound force came from the ball of cotton, and Xiao Wu was thrown into the air, tumbling twice before landing awkwardly. Her ankles buckled, and she almost lost her balance.
"Her palm technique... no, this is martial arts." Tang San had been distracted by Ye Lingling's movements, and when he saw this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
His Purple Demon Eyes clearly saw that the force and technique Ye Lingling used in her palm strike just now were clearly a superior palm technique from the martial arts world of his previous life.
In this world, Soul Master rely on Martial Soul and Soul Skill to fight; there is no such thing as martial arts.
But what she just used was clearly a more advanced method of channeling energy than the Mysterious Heaven Skill, its subtlety even rivaling the Tang Sect Secret Arts.
"How... can there be martial arts in this world?" Tang San's heart was filled with shock and disbelief.
But the situation on the field left him no time to think.
Seeing that he was distracted, Dugu Yan pressed forward without hesitation, unleashing her full Poison Arts.
The poisonous fog and serpentine energy surged towards Tang San like a tidal wave.
After Ye Lingling dealt with Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, she also flanked from another direction. Her movements were as elusive as a butterfly flitting among flowers, and her palm strikes were continuous, each one carrying an indescribable and mysterious force.
Tang San was struggling to keep up, having already used up most of his Hidden Weapon, and had also pushed his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to their limit.
Facing Dugu Yan's deadly poison and Ye Lingling's martial arts alone, he fought with all his might but could only hold out for less than ten seconds before Ye Lingling pressed a palm against his chest.
Tang San was sent flying backward, his feet carving two shallow furrows in the ground. He barely managed to regain his footing, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He looked up at Ye Lingling, his eyes filled with resentment and shock.
Tang San was eliminated, and Flender and Yu Xiaogang on the sidelines frowned simultaneously.
Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng were still fighting in the center of the arena, but when he caught sight of Tang San being eliminated, he panicked and Yu Tianheng seized the opportunity, punching him in the chest. Dai Mubai staggered back four or five steps and knelt on one knee.
Although they haven't completely lost their fighting ability, they are already at their last gasp.
The remaining Osler and Yu Feng, taking advantage of their momentum, overwhelmed Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and the others one by one.
No matter how strong Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's buffs were, it couldn't stop two melee Battle Soul Master and an unreasonable support-type like Ye Lingling.
The last group standing on the field were the seven members of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. The Shrek Seven Monsters had been completely wiped out.
The training field was completely silent.
Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
"You flatter me." Yu Tianheng put away his Martial Soul, his tone calm.
Tang San stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at Ye Lingling for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Where did you learn your palm technique?"
Ye Lingling glanced at him indifferently and uttered only two words: "Master."
"Who is Master?"
"You don't need to know." Ye Lingling turned around and walked back to Dugu Yan's side.
She couldn't possibly say that her master was a six-year-old child; that would be too shameful.
The atmosphere on the training field was somewhat subtle.
Although the members of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy won, they did not show much excitement. After all, they knew that the victory was largely due to the efforts of Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan.
Yu Tianheng touched his nose and called his teammates to rest on the sidelines.
Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan walked back to the sidelines side by side, their expressions indifferent, as if the crushing victory they had just won had little to do with them.
On Shrek's side, the Shrek Seven Monsters Devils huddled together, looking dejected.
Only Tang San remained relatively calm, but his gaze kept following Ye Lingling's retreating figure, his mind replaying that palm strike repeatedly.