Second Spirit Skill, Parasitism.
Tang San's expression was calm. While releasing his spirit skill, he did not press the advantage.
The Master's teachings were firmly etched in his heart.
A Control-type Spirit Master had never relied on head-on confrontation.
The word "control" itself was the true essence.
Dai Mubai's body jolted. His clothes were torn open by sharp thorns, and patches of numbness spread across his body.
"Roar!"
With a low growl,
Dai Mubai did not hesitate at all and immediately activated his third spirit skill.
White Tiger Vajra Transformation!
His body expanded by another circle, black-and-white stripes appearing across his skin. His spirit power surged violently, and his claws whipped up fierce gusts as he tried to forcibly break free from the Blue Silver Grass.
Tang San stepped back cautiously, frowning slightly.
He felt a bit… painful down there.
Raising his hand, he increased the pressure again.
Third Spirit Skill—Blue Silver Strangulation!
The Blue Silver Grass thickened drastically, instantly trying to coil Dai Mubai inside.
"Good timing!"
Dai Mubai roared, already prepared.
White Tiger Body Shield!
Spirit power erupted outward, momentarily halting the Blue Silver Grass. Dai Mubai's claws swung nonstop.
Unfortunately, under the enhancement of Tang San's third spirit skill, Blue Silver Grass as thick as a thigh wasn't something that could be cut apart so easily.
Focused solely on hacking away and eager for quick success, Dai Mubai clearly failed to notice the problem beneath his feet.
"Boss Dai, I yield—thanks for the match!"
A victorious smile appeared on Tang San's face.
"What?!"
Dai Mubai first looked confused, then his expression changed drastically.
"Not good!"
Tang San made a pulling gesture. Dai Mubai staggered, his body pitching toward the ground. His legs left the ground, losing all leverage. Though he had strength to spare, he couldn't fully exert it.
Suspended in midair, he was tightly bound by Blue Silver Strangulation. No matter how he struggled and twisted, he couldn't escape. The toxins in the Blue Silver Grass continued to weaken him. Even if Tang San didn't pursue, defeat was inevitable.
"That's enough."
The Master spoke calmly.
Tang San immediately released his spirit skill and hurried forward to help Dai Mubai up.
"Master, I can still fight!"
Dai Mubai slapped Tang San's hand away, his face filled with stubborn defiance.
"Yes, you can still fight,"
"But in real combat, with this impatience, you'd already be dead."
The Master's expression was emotionless, his voice cold.
"When facing a Control-type Spirit Master, you should widen the distance between you and them—not rush in blindly."
Dai Mubai's expression flickered. He nodded heavily, withdrew his martial soul, and didn't dare lift his head.
He always felt that Zhu Zhuqing was looking at him.
His face burned hot, his eyes reddened.
Little did he know—
Zhu Zhuqing didn't care about his win or loss at all.
During this brief spar, her attention had been entirely on Ye Qiu beside her.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Watching the show," Ye Qiu replied softly, the blue-violet glow fading from his eyes.
"..."
Zhu Zhuqing shot him a glance. She wasn't satisfied with the answer, but didn't pursue it further.
A faint blush appeared on her delicate face.
"Tonight… are you still coming over?"
"These next couple of days, train on your own first. I have some things to deal with."
Ye Qiu replied quietly.
A gleam flashed in his dark eyes.
That old drunk Tang Hao had finally returned.
"Mm."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly.
With Dai Mubai's defeat, she said nothing more.
Ye Qiu lightly brushed the blue-gold waistband at his waist. It trembled slightly, having received news that Tang Hao would arrive soon.
Not far away, Ning Rongrong watched Ye Qiu and Zhu Zhuqing's lips move.
She pursed her red lips in displeasure, her curiosity stirred.
In the field—
Yu Xiaogang finished explaining the importance of teamwork. His long-winded lecture had reached its end.
Next,
Under Yu Xiaogang's arrangements,
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing faced off against Ma Hongjun and Oscar.
"Seven Treasures have names—first, Strength; second, Speed!"
"I've got a spicy sausage!"
Ning Rongrong's boost landed on Zhu Zhuqing.
Oscar produced a fiery red sausage, shaped like a chili—thick at the top, thin at the bottom.
But Ma Hongjun hesitated.
Zhu Zhuqing charged in.
Oscar panicked.
"Fatty! Hurry up and eat it! If you don't eat my sausage, we're done for!"
Ma Hongjun clenched his teeth, opened his mouth, and bit down on Oscar's sausage.
Feeling the searing spiciness, he hesitated briefly, then swallowed the entire sausage in one go.
Spirit power inside Ma Hongjun instantly boiled over. His face turned red as he opened his mouth and blasted Phoenix Fire Line toward Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing dodged effortlessly.
Then she looked at Ma Hongjun with a strange expression.
Oscar's spicy sausage,
Although it increased strength, speed, and resistance to negative effects by ten percent,
Was way too spicy.
So spicy that Ma Hongjun couldn't even close his mouth, constantly gasping for fresh air to ease the burn.
Even his Phoenix Fire Line came out poorly.
After all, when your mouth is full of burning heat, even drinking hot soup is torture—let alone spewing high-temperature flames.
Zhu Zhuqing paused for just a moment, then decisively seized the opportunity.
Netherworld Thrust!
She dashed straight to Ma Hongjun.
"Wah—so spicy!"
Ma Hongjun screamed, trying to breathe fire again, but his lips were in agony. He could only dodge instead.
He felt that if he ate this a few more times,
He'd end up with hemorrhoids!
Ma Hongjun's retreat completely sold Oscar out.
"Damn it! Fatty, why are you running?!"
"Seventh sis! Sister Zhuqing! Calm down—calm down! Don't hit my face—ah!"
After Oscar's screams,
Came Ma Hongjun's wails.
The spicy sausage had the strongest amplification effect on Ma Hongjun's fire attribute—
And was also the least friendly to him.
The Cat Tower Duo achieved a crushing victory.
Watching this almost playful battle, Ye Qiu and Ning Rongrong burst into laughter. Even Tang San and Dai Mubai couldn't help smiling.
Yu Xiaogang's face darkened like the bottom of a pot as he scolded:
"Ma Hongjun! With this performance, how can you be worthy of the word monster?!"
Ma Hongjun's face was scratched, his lips swollen, his speech slurred with a lisp. Wearing a wronged expression, he cried:
"M-Master… it was really too spicy…"
"Hmph! Excuses!"
Yu Xiaogang sneered, unconvinced. Turning to Oscar, who was also bruised, he ordered:
"Oscar, give me your sausage. I'm going to eat it!"
"Yes, Master."
Oscar immediately used his spirit skill and handed the spicy sausage to Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang grasped the sausage.
Bringing it close to his mouth, the pungent smell hit him, making him frown. He cautiously examined it a bit, then put it in his mouth and swallowed.
The moment it went down, Yu Xiaogang's face turned red, sweat beading on his forehead.
Frowning, he evaluated:
"Oscar's sausage is quite good. The effect activates quickly, and the amplification is decent."
As he spoke, his voice grew hoarse, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes.
"Pfft—hahaha!"
Ning Rongrong, already holding back laughter at Ma Hongjun's miserable state, burst out laughing.
Ye Qiu couldn't help either.
The others held it in for various reasons.
"Enough!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, his lips visibly swollen. Hands clasped behind his back, lips pursed, he forced himself to maintain dignity.
"Now—immediately—you six will attack Ye Qiu together!"
Everyone froze.
Though Ye Qiu was alone, none of them were in peak condition.
And this was exactly what Yu Xiaogang had planned all along.
Since one-on-one couldn't properly train Ye Qiu—
Then it would be a group beating!
Beneath Ye Qiu's cheerful smile lurked a trace of malice.
While Yu Xiaogang was still suffering from Oscar's sausage—tears streaming, eyes blurry, wiping tears and blowing his nose—
Ye Qiu had already stepped in front of Tang San and the others.
Yu Xiaogang didn't even give them time to discuss.
Line up.
Fight.
"E-Eat up!"
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