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On the central fighting arena of the Soto Great Spirit Arena, Tang San stared ahead in disbelief. He held one hand behind his back, and a cold light flashed as a Godly Zhuge Crossbow appeared in his palm.
He had completely underestimated the Royal Fight Team. Under the treatment of this Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master, their bodies had instantly recovered, and the toxins within them were completely purged. This sight completely changed Tang San's understanding of the Blue Silver Grass.
Didn't the Yu Xiaogang say that if the Blue Silver Grass was a support-type spirit, even if it absorbed a spirit ring that increased vitality and gained healing abilities, the effect would be negligible? But why was this person's Blue Silver Grass so different?
Meanwhile, in the audience stands, Yu Xiaogang and Flender's expressions instantly froze. "This is bad, Xiaogang, something's not right. The little monsters seem like they're going to lose," Flender said, his brows tightly furrowed with a hint of anxiety as he spoke to the Yu Xiaogang beside him.
The Yu Xiaogang's gaze was fixed on the support-type Spirit Master. His face suddenly darkened, and he roared, "Blue Silver Grass? Blue Silver Grass?! That mask⊠he's Tang Chuan, that little bastard! That scoundrel actually cross-dressed to deceive us!"
"Xiaogang, are you saying this support-type Spirit Master of the Royal Fight Team is Tang San's older brother, Tang Chuan?" Flender asked, his brow furrowing slightly, his voice deep.
"Yes, who else could it be?" the Yu Xiaogang replied, his face grim as he nodded heavily. The image of Tang Chuan humiliating him kept flashing in his mind, and anger and humiliation surged within him. "This bastard has ruined my plans again and again. This scoundrel is going to stop me from proving myself to my family today! He's a monster!"
"Why? Why me? I've waited for this day for over twenty years!" he thought to himself. He knew that with Tang Chuan's involvement, the Shrek Team would definitely lose. How could he prove himself to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan then? This meant he would have to continue bearing the "useless" title that had been bestowed upon him for decades.
At this thought, the Yu Xiaogang's face suddenly changed, his breathing became rapid as if his chest were constricted by anger. He stumbled and fell straight to the ground, face-planting!
"Xiaogang! Are you alright?"
Seeing this, Flender's face changed dramatically. He quickly stepped forward, reaching out to support the Yu Xiaogang's limp body, then urgently pinched his philtrum. His voice was filled with panic. "Xiaogang, don't scare me! If something happens to you, how can I explain it to Sister Erlong?"
Just then, Zhao Wuji patted Flender's shoulder, his emotions slightly agitated. "Boss⊠look over there."
Flender's brow unconsciously furrowed. He was a bit impatient, but when he looked up, following Zhao Wuji's gaze, his expression instantly changed. Not far away, at the Royal Fight Team's passage, a familiar figure stood quietly. That was the position only a leader would stand in, and the person standing there was Qin Ming.
"How could it be him?" Flender's eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice.
Hearing this, the Yu Xiaogang, enduring his weakness, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Flender and Zhao Wuji with a puzzled gaze. "You two know their leader?"
"Yes," Flender nodded, then chuckled. "Xiaogang, I'll explain after this fighting arena is completely over. With him here, I don't think I need to worry about the little monsters' safety anymore."
On the fighting arena, in just a few breaths, the Royal Fight Team members had all recovered under Tang Chuan's Blue Silver Grass treatment. Immediately after, their footsteps moved almost simultaneously, and their figures flashed, transforming into several afterimages as they tightly encircled Tang San.
"You should surrender," Yu Tianheng said, slowly stepping forward with a slight sneer on his face. His gaze, sharp as a knife, locked onto Tang San. "We are seven against one now. Do you think you still have a chance to win?"
Tang San shook his head, a cold smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth. He didn't rush to answer. Instead, he turned his gaze to the Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master not far away, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes.
"Brother, stop pretending. Do you think I don't know it's you?" he said. "Do you dare to make a bet with me? You and I will have a one-on-one fight to decide the outcome of this fight!" His voice suddenly deepened as he looked directly at Tang Chuan.
Even the Yu Xiaogang could guess Tang Chuan's identity from his Blue Silver Grass Spirit. As his younger brother, how could Tang San not see it? As soon as Tang San's words fell, the Royal Fight Team members all froze, their expressions a bit dull, as if they hadn't understood.
Yu Tianheng frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Tang San and Tang Chuan. His mouth was slightly open, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating.
"Tang Chuan, is he really your brother?" Dugu Yan's voice was a little weak and confused as she asked.
Hearing this, Tang Chuan nodded slightly, his voice unhurried yet with a hint of certainty. "Yes, he is my biological brother." Immediately after, he slightly raised his wrist and removed the mask from his face. The moment the mask fell off, his handsome features were completely revealed, and they clearly bore some resemblance to Tang San's.
Yu Tianheng's eyes narrowed, and he asked tentatively, "So, what do you mean?"
"If you trust me, let me fight him," Tang Chuan said, looking directly at Yu Tianheng, his gaze deep as water. "It will also make him accept his loss wholeheartedly."
The others exchanged glances, each weighing the situation for a moment, and finally nodded in unison. The next second, six figures flashed simultaneously, leaping off the fighting arena like arrows. Their toes lightly touched the ground, and they stood steadily below the stage, their gazes all focused on the two brothers in the center of the arena.
As soon as the Royal Fight Team members withdrew, a purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and then he suddenly launched an attack, clearly intending to catch Tang Chuan off guard. He shook his arms, his fingertips moving slightly. Countless tiny points of light seemed to suddenly emerge from his palms.
Dozens of cold lights burst forth from between Tang San's lightly twirling fingers, shooting toward Tang Chuan's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, groin, and lower abdomen.
Facing these sudden and extremely accurate hidden weapons, Tang Chuan showed no intention of dodging, allowing the sky full of hidden weapons to whistle toward him. Immediately, the sharp sound of metal piercing the air exploded in his ears.
But when the first hidden weapon touched his skin, the scene suddenly changed. As soon as the blade of the hidden weapon cut a blood-red gash on Tang Chuan's body, the red mark was instantly swallowed by the surging life force within him. Immediately after, the skin rapidly closed, and the flesh smoothed as if by an invisible hand, leaving not even a trace of a scar.
More hidden weapons that followed were like hitting a thick wall of flesh. Their tips had just broken through a sliver of skin and flesh when they were forcibly repaired by his life force and then squeezed out of his body, unable to penetrate any further.
In an instant, the sounds of hidden weapons colliding with skin rose and fell on the fighting arena, yet they completely lost their lethal meaning, leaving everyone dumbfounded.