Perhaps only Tang San knew just how immense the pressure he now faced truly was!
The four Sand Soldiers Shangguan Hong had created had surrounded him completely. Cold light glinted on their sharp sand spears, and every soldier radiated Soul Power fluctuations far beyond his own. Not only that, their close-combat skills were absurd. Had he not possessed a powerful Tang Sect Secret Art like Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, they would probably have subdued him in the blink of an eye.
As for Yu Xiaogang's claim that "at the current Soul Power Level, the Control System is invincible," heh, he could take that as a joke!
At the very least, it held no water whatsoever right now.
Yu Xiaogang could only stare blankly as his precious disciple Tang San became embroiled in a bitter struggle. His crew-cut head sank into profound confusion. Why? Weren't Summoning System Soul Masters supposed to be a bunch of fellows so frail they could barely withstand a breeze? Their domain should have been the battlefield, not Soul Fighting, so why could this Shangguan Hong before him unleash such tremendous power?
Yu Xiaogang could not understand it. Yu Xiaogang was deeply shaken. Yu Xiaogang was dumbstruck. Yu Xiaogang was so envious his dick turned purple!
He had intended to arrange a thoroughly satisfying victory for his disciple Tang San, never imagining that things would come to this! Shangguan Hong was far too troublesome. Neither his Martial Soul nor his Soul Skills were anything Yu Xiaogang had ever seen before. Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, unwilling to miss a single detail of the battle.
Soon, Tang San was driven into a corner. His Blue Silver Grass was utterly useless against the Desert Soldiers, and his repeated attempts to bypass these summons and attack Shangguan Hong directly were blocked by the majestic Azir. By now, Shangguan Hong was so bored that he was yawning. He even went so far as to take a peach from his Storage Soul Tool and munch on it, juice running everywhere.
No, I don't have much Soul Power left, and my stamina is almost exhausted... Brother Shangguan really is a troublesome fellow. Still, even if I lose, I have to make him suffer a little!
Tang San silently made up his mind, a mischievous smile curling his lips. His speed suddenly surged, his footwork becoming even more bewildering. He stepped onto a spear thrust out by a Desert Soldier and sprang into the air, his well-proportioned body like a flying swallow as he displayed his powerful core strength to the fullest.
"What splendid footwork!"
Shangguan Hong's eyes lit up as he munched on his peach. The moves Tang San was displaying now had quite the flavor of the Wave-Treading Steps from martial arts novels. At this moment, the lumbering Desert Soldiers became tools for Tang San to push off from. He tapped lightly against those sharp spears and reached Azir in the blink of an eye.
"Do not stand before the emperor!"
Azir flew into a rage. The emperor was an excellent mage, but after ascending, he also possessed powerful close-combat abilities. The scepter in his hand swung three times faster than the Desert Soldiers' weapons!
Tang San's pupils contracted. Clearly, the speed Azir unleashed was beyond his expectations, but with things having reached this point, Tang San also displayed the ruthlessness and ingenuity he had possessed as an assassin in his previous life!
"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"
His Soul Ring lit up, and a great mass of Blue Silver Grass lunged at Azir. The latter swung his scepter, severing ninety percent of it, but two strands broke through Azir's defenses and wound around the scepter in his hand! The strength of the Blue Silver Grass could not compare to Azir's at all, but Tang San was only using this method to buy time. He tapped his toes against the Blue Silver Grass once more and actually vaulted straight over Azir, lunging directly at Shangguan Hong!
The eyes of the watching Shrek group lit up, and they could not help cheering aloud. An expression that said everything was going as expected also appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face. In his view, this match was already over!
Because Tang San had used his Thousand-Year Soul Skill!
"Third Soul Skill, Spider Web Restraint!"
Tang San threw out a spherical object woven from Blue Silver Grass. It was none other than Spider Web Restraint, which he could only use three times a day with his current cultivation!
In truth, Yu Xiaogang had been right about one thing: when Soul Power was roughly equal, Control System Soul Masters truly were more threatening than Soul Masters of other systems! Take the Spider Web Restraint Tang San had just used, for example. Judging by the strength Shangguan Hong had shown the Shrek group so far, he absolutely would not be able to break free if it hit him! Besides, a Summoning System Soul Master could explain away his tremendous strength as being born with divine strength, but what about speed? Surely he could not be a monster in that respect too?
Thus, Shangguan Hong pretended he could not react in time and was instantly struck by Tang San's Spider Web Restraint! The spiderweb woven from Blue Silver Grass covered him tightly. At this sight, Tang San was overjoyed, and Yu Xiaogang's face also filled with delight. Only the comparatively calm Ning Rongrong noticed that Shangguan Hong seemed to have concealed his strength.
Of course, it was only a tiny bit of speculation. As for the source of her suspicion...
He had clearly been hit, yet he had not even dropped the peach in his hand!
"It hit. He's in trouble now!"
Dai Mubai silently clicked his tongue at the side. This Blue Silver Grass was clearly poisonous, and judging by its glossy purple color, its toxicity was obviously extremely potent! Shangguan Hong had no detoxification Soul Skill. By the look of things, the outcome was decided.
Yet Dai Mubai could not help putting himself in Shangguan Hong's shoes. If Tang San's Third Soul Skill had struck him instead, would he have any hope of breaking free?
The answer was no!
Tang San's face was somewhat pale. He looked at Shangguan Hong with a hint of smugness, feeling immensely satisfied by the defiant expression on the other's face. Yet before he could enjoy even two seconds of delight, Xiao Wu's expression changed drastically at the side, and she cried out, "Watch out!"
Bang!
Tang San went flying...
All he felt was a tremendous force striking his backside. It hurt like hell! He barely managed to turn his head and saw that the furious Azir had yet to lower his foot, while the four soldiers he had toyed with were closing in once more!
That was right. How had he forgotten? How had a momentary little victory made him forget that Shangguan Hong was a Summoning System Soul Master? He had indeed restrained Shangguan Hong, but not his summons!
Looking into Azir's rage-filled eyes, Tang San had no trouble imagining just how furious an expression lay behind the imposing emperor's mask.
In fact, Shangguan Hong was already holding back as much as he possibly could.
With Azir's strength, never mind Tang San's Entanglement-even if Tang San went all out and used Hidden Weapons, he would have absolutely no chance of breaking through Azir's defenses!
Shangguan Hong knew how to hide his abilities, but his summons did not understand that principle. They only wanted to win! Especially the noble emperor. Someone harming his summoner right before his eyes was an insult to the glory of Shurima. If Shangguan Hong had not forcibly restrained Azir, this emperor would definitely have torn Tang San to pieces.
"Stop, stop, stop! I surrender, I surrender!"
Tang San grimaced, looking thoroughly disheveled. He was already quite satisfied to have made Shangguan Hong embarrass himself a little. If those soldiers really surrounded him...
He did not want to be kicked by a whole circle of them like Dai Mubai had been back then.
Tang San withdrew his Blue Silver Grass, and Shangguan Hong also dismissed his summons. The spectators began teasing them good-naturedly, until...
"Look at what you've done! These are Shrek's monsters? You've utterly disappointed me!"