Seeing that Dai Mubai had been completely defeated, Yu Tianheng finally had a moment to survey the battles of others on the Soul Duel Stage.
At a glance, his fury ignited.
Shi Mo and Oslo were recovering under Ye Lingling's treatment, but their condition horrified Yu Tianheng. Despite receiving healing, both were still covered in blood, their faces deathly pale—their injuries clearly severe.
Shi Mo was also in a ghastly state, though less critically injured and still capable of fighting. Yu Tianheng was shocked—their opponents were far stronger than he'd anticipated.
"Yu Feng, go all out!"
Their only advantage lay with Yu Feng, who was locked in combat with Ma Hongjun. Though Yu Feng's Martial Soul, the Wind Chime Bird, granted him flight, Ma Hongjun's long-range attacks kept him at bay.
Ma Hongjun was being relentlessly pursued, on the verge of being overwhelmed, when Zhu Zhuqing suddenly charged in to assist, forcing Yu Feng into a two-front battle. It was clear Yu Feng wouldn't be defeating them quickly now.
Yu Tianheng's rage boiled over.
Electricity crackled around his body as he unleashed an overwhelming aura. After continuous battles, his Soul Power was nearly depleted—but he was certain his opponents had even less left.
In a flash, Yu Tianheng lunged at Xiao Wu, the closest and weakest among the remaining fighters. He was confident he could cripple her with a single strike.
At that moment, the Blue Silver Grass connecting Tang San and Xiao Wu had been severed by the Shi brothers, and their link hadn't yet been restored.
Yu Tianheng wouldn't let such an opportunity slip.
Like a collapsing mountain, he activated his Second Soul Skill—Thousand Jun of Thunder. Countless arcs of lightning coiled around his body before lashing out like thunderbolts from all directions, ensnaring Xiao Wu.
How fast is lightning?
Fast enough that even Tang San couldn't react in time.
"Xiao Wu, watch out!"
A pang of dread shot through Tang San's heart as he instinctively shouted.
Xiao Wu's reflexes were sharp—she'd noticed Yu Tianheng's move the moment he struck. Earlier, she, Zhu Zhuqing, and Tang San had been pressing Shi Mo together, leaving her position too far forward and dangerously close to Yu Tianheng.
No one had expected Dai Mubai to fall so suddenly, freeing Yu Tianheng to target her.
Xiao Wu immediately activated her Third Soul Skill—Blink—teleporting five meters away.
But the lightning pursued her like a relentless shadow, its attack range vast.
She couldn't escape.
A terrifying surge of electricity paralyzed her, and in the next instant, Yu Tianheng's Dragon Arm smashed into her shoulder.
Boom!
Xiao Wu was sent flying.
Her petite figure tumbled through the air, blood spraying in her wake.
"Ahh—!"
A cry of pain tore from her lips as she plummeted toward the ground.
Tang San's heart shattered.
All composure lost, he swiftly summoned Blue Silver Grass, wrapping it around Xiao Wu's waist to cushion her landing before placing her before Ning Rongrong and Oscar for emergency treatment.
Xiao Wu's left shoulder and arm hung limp, blood soaking half her body.
One glance told Tang San the severity—a critical fracture requiring immediate realignment in a stable environment.
But with the Soul Duel still raging, proper treatment would have to wait.
Now, there was only one thing on his mind—vengeance.
Xiao Wu's injury sent panic rippling through the arena.
Tang San was about to lose control.
Before stepping onto the stage, the Grandmaster had told him not to use hidden weapons.
No hidden weapons? No problem—he still had poison.
A faint red glow, the glow of hatred, erupted in Tang San's eyes.
His hands turned to the color of dark jade as he charged toward Yu Tianheng with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps.
"Hmph!"
Yu Tianheng let out a disdainful laugh.
The Shrek Academy Team's strongest fighter, Dai Mubai, had been incapacitated, and Xiao Wu was injured.
What could Tang San, a control-type Soul Master, possibly do even if he rushed forward?
Electric energy surged violently around Yu Tianheng.
It was time to end this!
His right arm swelled, covered entirely in blue scales, his hand transforming into a claw.
The arm had become a Dragon Arm.
Yu Tianheng met Tang San head-on, lightning crackling along his Dragon Arm. He was confident Tang San couldn't withstand its power.
Tang San moved swiftly, seemingly driven by Xiao Wu's injury to recklessly throw himself at Yu Tianheng.
Yu Tianheng thought the same.
But just as the two were about to collide, a figure suddenly blocked Tang San's path.
If the Dragon Arm struck, this figure would either be crushed to death or severely injured.
Upon closer inspection, Yu Tianheng realized it was Shi Mo.
Shi Mo's body was tightly bound by Blue Silver Grass, and in that split second, Tang San had yanked him forward to serve as a human shield.
Tang San was furious to his core, but he knew clearly that without using the Clear Sky Hammer or hidden weapons like the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, he would need cunning to defeat Yu Tianheng.
Thus, he deceitfully activated his Second Soul Skill, which had been parasitically planted on Shi Mo earlier, to block Yu Tianheng's attack.
When Yu Tianheng saw Shi Mo appear before him, wrapped in Blue Silver Grass, he was instantly enraged.
"Despicable!"
He roared, then desperately channeled his Soul Power to forcibly redirect his Dragon Arm.
This was the moment Tang San had been waiting for.
He flung Shi Mo aside, then with a flash of his First Soul Ring, several strands of Blue Silver Grass shot from his hands, coiling toward Yu Tianheng.
Tang San's eyes gleamed with emotionless coldness.
How dare you hurt Xiao Wu.
You will pay the price!
His Soul Power was nearly depleted, but he could still muster his First Soul Skill.
These strands of Blue Silver Grass appeared to be ordinary bindings from his First Soul Skill, but their thorns were coated with the deadly venom of the Man-faced Demon Spider.
After absorbing his Third Spirit Ring and being saved by Xiao Wu, he had harvested the spider's venom for use in his hidden weapons.
Now was the perfect time to employ it.
Moreover, his Blue Silver Grass naturally carried three types of toxins: paralysis, neuropathic pain, and corrosion.
Even if Yu Tianheng were poisoned, no one could accuse him—this was simply his normal Soul Skill.
Poison and hidden weapons were his greatest assets.
As the Blue Silver Grass lashed toward him, Yu Tianheng, having exhausted his strength to redirect his Dragon Arm, was caught in the moment between spent force and renewed energy—leaving him completely ensnared.
But he didn't care.
He had been attacked by Tang San's Blue Silver Grass before.
With the surging power of lightning, these vines would be reduced to dust.
This time would be no different.
Yet the moment the Blue Silver Grass touched him, Yu Tianheng sensed something was wrong.
Excruciating pain and a corrosive sensation spread across his body.
A purple haze rose from his skin, and where the vines constricted, his flesh began to swell.
This was undoubtedly potent venom—was this his opponent's trump card?
Even now, Yu Tianheng wasn't worried for his life.
After all, lightning was the natural bane of poison.
As long as the lightning within him erupted, it would surely purge all these toxins.
Not far away, a surge of enhancement light flickered over Tang San's body, causing his aura to intensify dramatically.
Ning Rongrong's buff had arrived.
From the very rear of the Soul Duel Stage, Ning Rongrong noticed the unfavorable battle situation—Dai Mubai was injured, Xiao Wu was injured.
They could only rely on Tang San now.
(End of Chapter)