Lin Kong's slightly mocking voice rang out at the same time. "Want some extra food? Not now, you'll be dreaming about it."
" Boss Dai, I... I had no choice!" Oscar cried out with a mournful face, but inexplicably felt a sense of relief—this was for the best, as he wouldn't be forced to fully engage in this agonizing battle.
Just as Dai Mubai's mind was momentarily distracted by the interruption of supplies, Lin Kong's offensive suddenly accelerated!
The Eight Spider Lances transformed into a dazzling array of dark purple phantoms, their attack frequency and angles becoming increasingly cunning and ruthless. The originally rhythmic collisions became as dense as rain!
Dai Mubai suddenly felt immense pressure!
His tiger paws were numb and aching from the repeated clashes with the hard Spider Spear. He could even feel the aura of the White Tiger Protection Barrier fluctuating violently, unsure when it would be completely pierced by the sharp spear tip. Once the defenses were breached, the terrifying, bone-deep poison would...
laugh!
The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp!
Instead of being swung and lashed out, the Eight Spider Lances transformed into a straight black beam, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, piercing directly towards Dai Mubai's chest. The attack method had changed, from suppression to a deadly point strike!
What made Dai Mubai's heart sink even more was that he suddenly saw that the other Eight Spider Lances, which had been hanging behind Lin Kong and seemed to be used only for support and intimidation, were now slowly rising and adjusting their angles, their cold spear tips locking onto his vital points!
Only the two rearmost Spider Spear remained deeply embedded in the hard surface of the Soul Fighting Arena, firmly supporting Lin Kong's body and making him as stable as a rock even amidst the storm of attacks.
A fine layer of cold sweat finally appeared on Dai Mubai's forehead. He felt as if he had been caught in a death web woven from sharp Spider Spear that was slowly closing in.
"We can't hold back any longer!" A ruthless glint flashed in Dai Mubai as he roared, " Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Buzz!
The purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring suddenly shone brightly, and the boundless Soul Power surged wildly. Dai Mubai's body expanded another size on the original basis, his muscles bulged as if about to burst, and his body panels faintly revealed a metallic dark gold luster. His aura suddenly rose to a new level, and his attack, strength, and defense received a huge boost in all aspects at this moment!
Bang!!!
He slammed down with a tiger's paw wrapped in golden light, its power terrifying. The attack, which he had previously been able to steadily block with just a single Eight Spider Lances, now forced Lin Kong to simultaneously mobilize two or even three Spider Spear to cross and parry, barely managing to withstand the overwhelming force!
The violent collision stirred up a visible shockwave, sending dust flying everywhere.
The previously one-sided dominance seemed to have been pulled back to a brief, but even more dangerous, balance due to the eruption of this thousand-year-old Soul Skill.
Lin Kong's voice rang out amidst the intense sounds of collision, sounding exceptionally clear, even carrying a hint of casual ease. " Tang San, why are you standing there motionless? Watching the show?"
He was able to engage in close combat with Dai Mubai, who had activated the " White Tiger Vajra Transformation " and whose attacks were as ferocious as a tiger, while still having the leisure to speak, and his tone showed no sign of strain.
So effortless!
This seemingly casual remark was like a red-hot needle, piercing the hearts of Dai Mubai and Tang San. Dai Mubai's face grew increasingly grim; though his attacks were fierce, a chill crept into his heart. Tang San's face was so dark it was almost as if water could be wrung out of it.
After a few suffocating seconds of silence, Tang San slowly raised his head, a cold, desperate glint in his eyes, and a stiff smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, " Lin Kong, you seem to... have forgotten something."
As he spoke, his right hand had already silently reached for the Storage Soul Tool at his waist. Inside, he kept his true trump card, something he believed was enough to turn the tide of battle— Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.
The rules of the Great Soul Arena do not prohibit the use of external objects, which is his opportunity.
Lin Kong's gaze didn't even completely leave Dai Mubai; he merely glanced casually at Tang San's movements out of the corner of his eye before uttering a few precise words. " Zhuge Repeating Crossbow? Interesting."
Tang San's hand, which was reaching for the Soul Tool, suddenly froze, and his pupils contracted sharply. "You..."
Before he could react, Lin Kong's voice rang out again, carrying a knowing and composed air. "Or perhaps, it's a ' Sand-Containing Shadow-Shooting '?"
"How could you know?!" Tang San's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and shock. He had never revealed the names of these Hidden Weapon to outsiders in detail, let alone to Lin Kong!
He absolutely shouldn't have known!
In a flash, a thought shot into his mind like a venomous snake. Tang San suddenly turned his head, his gaze shooting like an arrow towards Ning Rongrong, who was watching the battle from the side.
That's it! I sold the Godly Zhuge Crossbow and other Hidden Weapon to Ning Rongrong, which indirectly led to a deal with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... So, the secret was leaked from here?
"Yes," Lin Kong seemed to see through his thoughts, his smile deepening and becoming even more sarcastic, " Uncle Ning was very generous, giving me a set of Hidden Weapon to play with. The quality is indeed quite good."
Tang San's face turned deathly pale in an instant. The other party not only knew his name, but might even possess the same equipment, and it was from the very equipment he had personally sold!
Lin Kong's tone shifted abruptly, a hint of cold provocation in his voice. "Then, Tang San, you can try now. See if you can retrieve your Hidden Weapon from your Soul Tool, nock it, and aim it the fastest..."
He paused, and the tip of one of the temporarily idle Eight Spider Lances lightly tapped an inconspicuous leather pouch at his waist, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. "... I'm still faster."
Tang San froze, his hand hovering over the Soul Tool, unsure whether to advance or retreat. The Zhuge Repeating Crossbow needed time to be cocked, and if Lin Kong was prepared... he had no confidence that he could outrun his opponent.
He dared not gamble.
Lin Kong looked at the intense struggle in Tang San's eyes and the flame that was finally extinguished, and he understood. Sure enough, this deep-thinking and suspicious guy had been successfully fooled. He did have the Hidden Weapon given to Ning Fengzhi in the leather pouch at his waist, but he did not take out the upper part of it in advance.
He won this psychological game between reality and illusion.
"Roar--!!!" Just then, Dai Mubai let out a furious roar mixed with anger, unwillingness and exhaustion. Maintaining the " White Tiger Vajra Transformation " consumed a lot of Soul Power. He could clearly feel his power rapidly flowing away like the receding tide. He could not maintain this peak state for long!
"You guys don't seem to have improved much!" Lin Kong shook his head and sighed.
The Eight Spider Lances suddenly erupted, all attacking Dai Mubai. Bang! With just this one strike, he was knocked back two or three meters. He was terrified; his White Tiger Vajra Transformation was almost pierced through.
Lin Kong: "Are you admitting defeat?"