On the central Douhun Stage of the Soto Great Spirit Arena.
Tang San stared fixedly ahead, his face filled with disbelief. At the same time, he held one hand behind his back, and with a flash of cold light, a Godly Zhuge Crossbow appeared in his palm.
He had completely underestimated the Royal Fight Team. Under the treatment of this Blue Silver Grass Soul Master, their bodies instantly recovered, and even the toxins within them were thoroughly purged.
This scene completely refreshed Tang San's understanding of Blue Silver Grass.
Didn't the Master say that if Blue Silver Grass took the support route, even if it absorbed a spirit ring that could increase vitality and gained healing abilities, it would be negligible?
But why was this person's Blue Silver Grass...
Meanwhile, in the audience stands outside the Fighting Soul Arena.
Watching this scene, the Master 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, a hint of anxiety in his eyes, as he spoke to the Master beside him.
The Master's gaze was fixed like a nail on that support-type Soul Master. The next moment, his face suddenly darkened, and he roared, "Blue Silver Grass? Blue Silver Grass?! That mask... he... he's Tang Chuan, that little bastard! This scoundrel actually cross-dressed to deceive us!"
"Xiaogang, are you saying this support-type Soul 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? This bastard has ruined my plans again and again, I--" The Master's face was gloomy, and he nodded heavily. Images of Tang Chuan humiliating him earlier kept flashing through his mind, and the anger and humiliation surged within him simultaneously.
"This scoundrel, today he's going to stop me from proving myself to my Family! He... he's a bastard!"
"Why? Why? I've waited for this day for over twenty years!"
Knowing that once Tang Chuan made his move, the Shrek Team would undoubtedly lose.
Then how could he prove himself to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
Which meant, the Master would have to continue bearing the title of 'useless' that had been bestowed upon him for decades.
At this thought, the Master's face suddenly changed, his breathing became rapid, as if his chest was 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 Master's limp body, then urgently pinched his philtrum, his voice filled with panic:
"Xiaogang, don't scare me! If something really happens to you, how can I explain it to Sister Erlong later?"
Just then, Zhao Wuji suddenly patted Flender's shoulder, his emotions slightly agitated, saying, "Boss... you... look over there."
Flender's brow unconsciously furrowed upon hearing this. He was initially 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 at this moment was Qin Ming.
"How could it be him?" Flender's eyes widened instantly, and he said in a trembling voice.
Hearing this, the Master, enduring his weakness, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Flender and Zhao Wuji with a puzzled gaze, saying, "You two know their leader?"
"Yes," Flender nodded, then chuckled, "Xiaogang, I'll explain after this Fighting Soul Arena is completely over, okay? With him here, I think I don't need to worry about the little monsters' safety anymore."
...
On the Douhun Stage.
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 then their figures flashed, transforming into several afterimages, tightly encircling Tang San in the center.
"You surrender."
Yu Tianheng slowly stepped forward, a slight sneer on his face. His gaze, sharp as a knife, locked onto Tang San, and he said in a deep voice:
"We are seven against one now. Do you think you still have a chance to win?"
Tang San shook his head, a cold curve appearing at the corner of his mouth, his smile clearly carrying a hint of mockery. He didn't rush to answer, but instead turned his gaze to the Blue Silver Grass Soul 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?"
"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 Fighting Soul Arena!" His voice suddenly deepened, and he looked directly at Tang Chuan, saying coldly.
Even the Master could guess Tang Chuan's identity through his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
As his younger brother, how could Tang San not see it?
As soon as his words fell, the Royal Fight Team members all froze, as if they hadn't understood, their expressions momentarily a bit dull.
Yu Tianheng frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Tang San and Tang Chuan, his mouth 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 she asked in confusion.
Hearing this, Tang Chuan nodded slightly, his voice unhurried yet with a hint of certainty, saying:
"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 face was completely revealed, and his features 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. It will also make him accept his loss wholeheartedly," Tang Chuan said, looking directly at Yu Tianheng, his gaze deep as water, in a low voice.
The others exchanged glances, each weighing the situation for a moment in their hearts, and finally nodded in unison.
The next second, six figures flashed simultaneously, leaping off the Douhun Stage 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 from the stage, 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.
"Chii chii chii chii chii chii chii—"
Dozens of cold lights burst forth from between Tang San's lightly twirling fingers, shooting towards 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 towards 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, that red instantly was swallowed by the surging life force within him. Immediately after, the skin rapidly closed, 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.
They were forcibly repaired by the life force and then squeezed out of the body, unable to penetrate any further.
In an instant, the sounds of hidden weapons colliding with skin rose and fell on the Douhun Stage, yet they completely lost their lethal meaning, leaving everyone dumbfounded.