Tang San's doubts about his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, his senior's comfort, and heading to the front lines (9/15)

"Tang San lost. Lin San won."

Long Yue announced the result as the referee. At that very moment, Lin San toppled forward, stiff as a board.

The audience instantly fell deathly silent, then erupted into one startled cry after another.

"He's been poisoned." As the commentator, Hua Lantang also noticed something was wrong with Lin San. "Get the medical staff over here, quick!"

Purplish-black markings spread across Lin San's skin at a speed visible to the naked eye. Long Yue's large hand closed around Lin San's wrist, probing his body with soul power.

"It's my poison." Tang San lowered his eyes to look at Lin San on the ground. His expression was utterly calm, with only a barely perceptible ripple passing through his eyes. "Let me neutralize it."

So close. Just a little bit more!

If only Lin San had succumbed to the poison before pressing that wind blade against me.

What a shame. Those few seconds were all it took for them to declare me the loser.

Actually, I wouldn't necessarily have lost. Even if Lin San had seriously injured me, my Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone could have rapidly restored my body.

I should still have been the one who won in the end.

What a pity.

The Blue Silver Grass martial soul appeared in Tang San's hand, accompanied by two yellow soul rings.

"There's no need." The soul power in Long Yue's hand became thick and viscous, like a mudslide, drawing the toxins out of Lin San's body and absorbing them into his own.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass stopped swaying and went rigid in his hand. "Long Yue! That's a mixture of toxins!"

The Soul Guidance Screen was still broadcasting live, so Tang San's astonished expression was transmitted to the Imperial Capital and even the more