Chapter 177: Thousand Hands Asura, Is That All? One-Punch Instant Kill
"Thousand Hands Asura, don't disappoint me!"
Yu Tianheng grinned.
Lightning erupted as his entire body moved already.
He turned into a residual shadow wrapped in blue-purple lightning, charging straight at Tang San like a madman.
The speed was outrageously fast, leaving behind a streak of lightning at his original position that had yet to dissipate.
Third Soul Skill: Thunder Fury, fully unleashed.
The soul power throughout his body surged out without restraint, as if it cost nothing.
His arm, already covered in dragon scales, was now completely wrapped in violent lightning.
Even the surrounding air crackled under the electricity, visibly distorting.
"So fast! What a violent aura!"
Tang San's pupils shrank sharply.
His heart skipped a beat.
Without even thinking, he instantly poured soul power into his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
Third Soul Skill: Spider Web Restraint!
In the next moment, dense Blue Silver Grass surged wildly from around his body, rushing forward wave after wave toward Yu Tianheng.
In the blink of an eye, it wove into an airtight net.
At the same time, the soul power under his feet surged again, and his second Soul skill, Parasite, activated instantly.
Blue Silver Grass seeds that had long been hidden beneath the arena floor burst out of the ground. Thick vines, as thick as an adult's arm, shot straight toward Yu Tianheng's legs.
Tang San intended to lock down Yu Tianheng's movement first and cut off his momentum.
But Yu Tianheng didn't even lift his eyelids.
"If your full strength is only this, then I'm truly disappointed."
The lightning on Yu Tianheng's body suddenly surged again, the dazzling blue light exploding on the spot with a "boom."
The unstoppable power of thunder swept across.
The Blue Silver Grass that wrapped toward him couldn't even last half a second before being blasted into powder.
Even the paralysis toxin within the Blue Silver Grass was instantly evaporated clean by the high temperature carried by the lightning.
As for the parasitic vines beneath his feet, trying to entangle his legs,
They didn't even touch the edge of his clothes before being directly scorched into black charcoal by descending lightning, shattering into fragments with a gust of wind.
In just the span of two blinks, Yu Tianheng broke through all the layers of blockade Tang San had set up.
"It's my turn now. Take this!"
That lightning afterimage, carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth, was already right in front of Tang San's face!
That dragon claw wrapped in violent lightning, carrying immense force, struck Tang San squarely in the chest.
"Waaah!!!"
Tang San only felt as if his chest had been slammed by a speeding mountain.
That irresistible force surged from his chest throughout his entire body, making every bone ache.
A piercing pain came from his sternum, as if it had been directly shattered.
His mind went blank.
Forget using Mysterious Jade Hands to block—
He didn't even have time to step out his most proficient Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
His whole body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with its string cut.
With a loud "bang," he crashed heavily onto the ground outside the arena.
The ground trembled from the impact, and dust rose instantly.
A fishy sweetness surged up his throat, and Tang San couldn't help turning his head, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
His vision went dark in waves.
The entire Great Soul Arena, which had been noisy just moments ago, suddenly fell silent as if someone had pressed a mute button.
"…"
A deathly silence froze for a full second.
The next moment, thunderous cheers erupted like an explosion!
"Royal Fighting Team!"
"Royal Fighting Team is awesome!"
"Yu Tianheng! Yu Tianheng!…"
"They won! The Royal Fighting Team won! Tang San got a one-punch kill!"
The referee was stunned for half a second.
That's it?
He thought Tang San had some hidden trump cards, but this was all there was.
He quickly stepped onto the arena.
Raising Yu Tianheng's hand, still carrying residual lightning, high into the air, his voice, amplified by soul power, rang clearly throughout the entire venue:
"This soul fight is over! I declare the winning side—the Royal Fighting Team!"
…
Below the stage, Yu Xiaogang's face turned completely dark on the spot.
His expression shifted between green and pale, looking as ugly as if he had swallowed a whole dead fly.
He clenched his fists.
His knuckles turned white from the pressure.
Veins bulged across the back of his hands.
His nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood, yet he felt no pain at all.
Tang San was the direct disciple he had poured all his effort into cultivating!
The genius Tang San, whom he had personally taught step by step with his proud theories!
He had always believed Tang San stood at the very top among his generation of soul masters.
And now?
He lost just like that!
Lost so cleanly, so thoroughly.
Without even putting up a decent resistance, knocked out of the arena with a single punch!
What made it even more humiliating was the presence of instructors from nearby academies.
They were pointing at him and whispering among themselves.
"So the grandmaster's disciple is just this?"
Those gazes were like needles, stabbing into Yu Xiaogang one after another.
Making him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
…
On the other side,
Tang San still lay on the cold ground, unable to recover for a long time.
He stared blankly at the glaring lights above the arena.
The thunderous cheers sounded like demonic noise to him.
As if separated by a thick layer of cotton, everything was muffled and unclear.
His mind was completely blank, with only one thought repeating over and over:
'I lost!'
'I actually lost!'
He had always known he couldn't defeat Lin Qingmo.
That guy was unfathomable, someone he could never see through.
But aside from Lin Qingmo, he had always been certain that among his generation of soul masters, he stood among the very top.
So-called genius soul masters had never frightened him.
But today?
He was blasted off the arena by Yu Tianheng with a single punch. He couldn't even block with his most skilled soul skills, not even a sliver of room to resist.
A massive sense of defeat and self-doubt surged over him like an icy tide, instantly drowning him completely.
Even his eyes became hollow, his whole person like he had lost his soul.
Not far away in the audience stands,
Lin Qingmo leaned calmly against the railing.
He showed not the slightest hint of surprise at Tang San's defeat, as if it were nothing.
There had never been any suspense in this match from the very beginning.
In the original story, Oscar's swift flight mushroom sausage was now absent.
So the opponent's Yu Feng was flying freely in the air like an unrestrained fly, recklessly throwing out skills.
The entire Shrek team had no effective anti-air measures and could only take hits passively.
Tang San's Eight Spider Lances, capable of breaking defenses and tanking damage, were also gone.
Relying only on the paralysis toxin of Blue Silver Grass to deal with a power-attack system beast-type Martial Soul user like Yu Tianheng's, which came with lightning purification and high-temperature burning, was nothing more than a tickle and completely useless.
Even though Xiao Wu fought desperately and eliminated two opponents with her unexpected close-combat leg techniques,
Their lineup was fundamentally countered—a pure disadvantage from the start.
Losing was already a foregone conclusion. Lin Qingmo wasn't surprised in the slightest.
End of Chapter