Watching the web that was counter-enveloping him, Tang San did not use any soul skills. The diameter of Li Li's Spider Web Restraint was ten meters, but the arena was a hundred meters wide; there was plenty of room to maneuver.
Stepping with his mysterious and profound footwork, Tang San twisted and turned his body, effortlessly slipping out of the range of the purple-black webs. He wasn't just dodging; he was closing the distance. In an instant, the gap between them was less than ten meters.
Li Li watched him approach with a smirk. Her eight spider legs rhythmically propelled her forward to meet him, her arms—now Slaying Demonic Scythes—slashing directly toward his chest and neck.
Tang San sneered inwardly. His Blue Silver Grass might lack the control of her spider, but he feared no one in a melee. His hands instantly turned the color of white jade—he intended to meet the Slaying Demonic Scythes with his bare hands.
Li Li didn't hold back. The scythes fell like the blades of the Reaper. Tang San caught them with both hands, but his confidence vanished instantly. Upon impact, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably!
'How is this possible?! How can a Control Type have such terrifying offensive power?' Tang San was shocked, but his reaction remained swift. His fourth purple ring flared, and two layers of Blue Silver Cage erupted, trapping Li Li. He didn't care about the cost; this move consumed 90% of his remaining soul power.
The scythes slammed into the cages. This time, Tang San's massive Rank 49 soul power showed its worth, temporarily holding her. With Li Li trapped, Tang San retracted his grass and summoned the Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand. He was never one to be rigid; if the grass failed, the hammer was the only answer.
The crowd gasped. Tang San had defeated a Rank 46 Soul Ancestor with just his grass, yet against the Rank 43 Li Li, he was forced to use the hammer. This proved Li Li was far more dangerous than she appeared.
"You're strong, but not enough!" Tang San whispered, swinging the half-meter-wide hammer head toward the cages.
Suddenly, a surge of soul power erupted from Li Li's back. Her possessed spider legs retracted, and eight three-meter-long legs exploded outward—the Eight Spider Lances. They tore through the cages instantly. With a flick of the lances, she retreated three meters, dodging the hammer's descent.
BOOM!
The hammer hit the ground where she had stood. Because of the cage's debris, no one noticed the subtle change in her leg length. Her Martial Soul was a spider, and the lances looked identical to her normal legs, just longer and deadlier.
Tang San lunged forward with his third skill, Splendid Explosion, shattering Li Li's attempt to bind him with another web. But Li Li didn't retreat. Her first ring lit up.
"First Soul Skill: Fatal Toxin!"
Her poison was now refined to its purest state. A single scratch from her scythes or lances would be lethal even to a Soul King. Tang San, sensing the danger, unleashed Cyclone Mad Dance, becoming a black whirlwind.
Realizing she couldn't penetrate his defense to inject the toxin, Li Li decided her job was done. She had drained his soul power significantly. With a leap of her lances, she jumped off the stage and conceded!
Tang San felt a sense of foreboding. He had lost 30% of his soul power just to beat one person, and Seven Treasure still had six top-tier geniuses left. Shrek's other members were mostly Rank 41 and couldn't stand against the Seven Treasures' elite.
The next person to step up for Seven Treasure was Yang Pojun. Tang San remembered the name; Tai Tan had mentioned that the Breaking Clan—once part of the four single-attribute clans under the Clear Sky Clan—had been taken in by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan after being abandoned.
Yang Pojun's gaze was full of ice and fury. Many of his clansmen had died when the Clear Sky Clan abandoned them. If not for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, he might not be alive. He hated anyone from the Clear Sky Clan, and seeing Tang San's hammer had ignited a fire in his soul.
"Yang Pojun, Martial Soul: Soul Breaking Spear, Rank 47 Power Attack Type Soul Ancestor."
Tang San sensed the hostility. According to the Tang Sect rules, someone with such unexplained enmity already had a "path to death."
"Tang San, Martial Soul: Clear Sky Hammer, Rank 49 Power Attack Type Soul Ancestor."
Gu Xuan watched with a smile. Yang Pojun was the strongest fighter in the team besides Dugu Yan. When he "saw red," his combat power could suppress a Soul King.
"Match... start!"
A spear appeared in Yang Pojun's hand—eight feet of black shaft with a four-foot wide tip. He stood like an undefeated general. Tang San noticed a shift; the moment Yang Pojun gripped the spear, all his anger and emotion vanished. His essence, energy, and spirit were entirely focused on the weapon. Even Tang San's superior soul rings couldn't distract him.
'He is one with the spear,' Tang San thought, his expression turning serious.
"Ha!" Yang Pojun roared, lunging forward. He and the spear became one, a terrifying aura of sharpness crashing toward Tang San.
"First Soul Skill: Stability Hammer!" Tang San countered.
Simultaneously, Yang Pojun's first ring lit up. A vibrating shockwave erupted from his body, actually knocking the thousand-jin hammer aside!
"First Soul Skill: Tremor!"
In that moment, Tang San felt his body grow sluggish under the pressure of the spear. The black tip lunged toward his chest like a venomous snake. Tang San used his mysterious footwork to retreat a meter—just enough to swing his hammer back for a counter.
"Third Soul Skill: Splendid Explosion!"
Yang Pojun's third ring flared. "Third Soul Skill: Burst!"
The Tremor skill could shake off restraints, but Burst elevated his attack power to a terrifying level. Upon impact, his soul power would explode with destructive force.
The hammer and spear collided. Two explosions rang out, and both were sent reeling back. Tang San retreated three steps, while Yang Pojun was forced back five.
Tang San regained his confidence. Yang Pojun was strong—his pressure was no less than the Soul King Feng Xiaotian—but so what? Feng Xiaotian couldn't beat him, so how could a Rank 47 Yang Pojun?
(End of Chapter)
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