Chapter 142: Without Immortal Herbs, Without the Eight Spider Lances, Without the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San Is…
At this moment.
Lin Qingmo was also silently evaluating things in his mind.
"The power of the Fourth Soul Skill is quite good."
Even though he had used less than ten percent of his strength.
He hadn't even used the paralysis effect or the area damage carried by the lightning.
Instead, he had only forced the lightning into his own body, testing whether it could further stimulate his physical vitality and enhance his physical constitution.
The result was quite pleasing.
As for Dai Mubai's protective barrier, the fact that it shattered with a single punch was a little unexpected.
As for the others' attacks…
His gaze shifted toward Tang San.
The protagonist of the original work still looked far too immature.
The control ability of his Blue Silver Grass was decent.
But when encountering attributes like high-temperature lightning, which naturally countered plants, it was suppressed completely.
Without the Eight Spider Lances, without the water-and-fire immunity granted by Immortal Herbs, and without evolving into the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul could only be considered utterly ordinary.
If the path for it to evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor were completely cut off…
Then Tang San's martial soul would probably be completely ruined.
He wonders how Ah Yin's recovery is progressing.
When he had time later, he would go take a look.
Once her condition stabilized, he would bring her together with his master to the Blue Silver Forest.
By then, once Ah Yin recovered and became the true Blue Silver Emperor again, Tang San would never have any possibility of evolving his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.
Lin Qingmo withdrew his thoughts and looked at the remaining four people.
"Still want to fight?"
Tang San took a deep breath.
The soul ring beneath his feet lit up again.
He knew he couldn't win.
But he couldn't just admit defeat like this.
At the very least… he had to force Lin Qingmo to reveal more of his abilities.
"Xiao Wu, work with me."
"Who wants to work with you!"
When Xiao Wu saw the situation, her temper flared up.
"Ah Qing, take another move from me!"
She pouted slightly, her beautiful, large eyes blinking as a layer of pink light shimmered within them.
Charm skill activated.
She had used this move countless times in the Great Soul Arena.
Against most soul masters around the same level, it rarely failed.
Even someone like Dai Mubai would lose focus for a moment.
But Lin Qingmo simply looked at her.
His eyes were clear and calm, without the slightest ripple.
The pink glow fell into his gaze like a drop of water falling into a deep pool, not even causing a ripple.
Xiao Wu's heart skipped a beat.
"As expected… Ah Qing is just too strong."
But she didn't stop moving.
Charm was only the appetizer.
The real killing move came afterward.
With a light push from her toes, she leapt into the air. Her long legs swept through the air in a sharp arc.
Eight-Stage Kick,
This was her signature close-combat technique.
Fast, tricky angles—one kick following another like an endless storm.
The first kick struck straight toward his face.
Lin Qingmo tilted his head slightly, avoiding it.
The second kick swept across his waist.
Lin Qingmo stepped back half a step, avoiding it again.
The third, fourth, and fifth kick…
Xiao Wu's speed grew faster and faster. Her legs left behind overlapping shadows in the air.
She clenched her teeth and pushed her soul power to the limit. Every kick tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
Even someone like Dai Mubai wouldn't be able to withstand this continuous barrage.
But Lin Qingmo seemed able to predict her movements.
Every time he moved just a little in advance, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Not too much, not too little.
The distance control was frighteningly precise.
By the time the seventh kick came, Xiao Wu was already starting to feel uneasy.
The feeling was too strange.
It was like you were attacking with everything you had, yet the opponent wouldn't even let you touch the corner of his clothes.
For the eighth kick, she used all her strength.
Soul power gathered at the tip of her foot as she kicked fiercely toward Lin Qingmo's chest.
If that kick landed solidly, it could dent even a steel plate.
However, this time Lin Qingmo didn't dodge.
The corner of his lips lifted slightly.
He raised a hand and casually caught her ankle.
The motion was effortless.
Like casually catching a falling leaf.
Xiao Wu froze midair, her leg firmly grasped, completely unable to move.
She tried to pull back.
It didn't budge at all.
That hand was like an iron clamp.
Lin Qingmo gently pulled with his wrist.
Xiao Wu cried out as her entire body was pulled forward.
But she didn't fall.
Lin Qingmo's other hand supported her waist, steadying her before gently placing her back on the ground.
The entire process was so gentle that it didn't look like a fight.
It looked more like dancing.
"Don't fool around."
Lin Qingmo released her and spoke with a hint of helplessness.
"You're kicking around from such a height. Be careful not to fall."
Xiao Wu steadied herself, her cheeks slightly warm.
"Got it~"
She stuck out her tongue and stepped back a couple of paces, raising both hands.
"I give up, I give up. There's no way I can beat Ah Qing."
She hopped toward the edge of the field with a smile still on her face.
Inside, she secretly thought, "Ah Qing looked so cool catching me just now!"
Now, only Tang San remained on the field, aside from the two support-type members.
He stood there silently.
Xiao Wu had admitted defeat and run off.
Dai Mubai was unconscious beneath a tree.
Ma Hongjun was lying on the grass, groaning.
Zhu Zhuqing stood in the distance, her expression complicated.
Seven against one.
In less than three minutes, three or four were eliminated, and one surrendered.
No one would believe such a result if they heard it.
Tang San clenched his fists.
His nails dug into his palm, bringing a faint sting.
His mind buzzed with chaotic thoughts.
How could someone be this strong?
Was the power of a ten-thousand-year soul ring really that terrifying?
Why was his Blue Silver Grass completely useless?
Unwilling.
A wave of unwillingness surged within him.
Ever since Nuoding Academy, his teacher has always called him a genius among his peers.
Yet Lin Qingmo's overwhelming strength had been pressing down on him like a mountain from beginning to end, leaving him unable to breathe.
Suddenly, a thought appeared.
A dangerous thought.
A ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
The soul rings that had been glowing beneath his feet suddenly all went dark.
Blue Silver Grass retracted into his body as the martial soul possession state was canceled.
He simply stood there, empty-handed, looking at Lin Qingmo.
Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow.
What does this mean? Has he given up resisting?
But in the next moment, he saw Tang San raise his right hand!
Dozens of cold flashes shot out from his sleeves, waist, and even his hair!
Hidden weapons!
A dense barrage of hidden weapons!
There were needles as thin as ox hair, blades as thin as cicada wings, barbed darts, and spinning flying wheels that shrieked through the air.
Every single one glowed with a faint poisonous blue sheen.
Every single one aimed at vital points.
Eyes, throat, heart, abdomen!
The coverage was extremely wide, sealing off every possible path of evasion.
And the speed was terrifying, faster than any attack before.
This was no longer a spar.
This was a killing move.
On the sidelines, Flender's heart skipped a beat.
"Tang San! Stop!"
But it was too late.
The hidden weapons had already been launched, swarming toward Lin Qingmo like a buzzing cloud of bloodthirsty, venomous bees.
In that instant, Lin Qingmo's gaze turned cold.
Then Lin Qingmo raised his hand.
His fourth soul ring lit up again.
But this time, it wasn't an attack.
It was defense.
Violent lightning burst from his palm, compressing and condensing in front of him, forming a semi-transparent blue-purple barrier.
Lightning Barrier!
The dense crackling of electricity made everyone's scalp tingle.
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