Chapter 166 Tang San Pulls Out the Eight Spider Lances! He Collapses!
"Now, it's one-on-one."
"Tang San, let me see just how much weight your so-called path to death really carries."
Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.
He knew he had no way out.
If they lose this battle, Shrek Academy's reputation will be completely ruined, and his dignity will be trampled into the mud by Lu Ming.
"Lu Ming, don't be so arrogant!"
Tang San's eyes were filled with a purple light as he activated his Purple Demon Eye to its fullest extent.
At that moment, his world became crystal clear; even the movement of dust particles in the air was clearly visible.
"Second Soul Skill, Parasite!"
With a low shout from Tang San, countless tiny blue silver grass sprouts suddenly emerged from Lu Ming's body.
These are the Blue Silver Grass seeds that Tang San scattered on the arena earlier. Although Lu Ming was not hit during the battle just now, he inevitably got some pollen on his body.
The tender shoots grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they wrapped Lu Ming up in a large green cocoon.
"It's a success!"
Yu Xiaogang, standing in the stands, slapped his thigh, his eyes rekindling with hope. "This is Tang San's most insidious... no, his most exquisite control skill! Once entangled by the parasite, even a Soul Master won't be able to break free easily! And the Blue Silver Grass contains a paralyzing toxin..."
However.
He hadn't finished speaking.
The green "cocoon" suddenly swelled up.
collapse!
A crisp sound.
The Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Lu Ming broke apart inch by inch, turning into green powder that filled the sky.
A faint golden light rippled around Lu Ming, and the so-called paralyzing toxins vanished the moment they came into contact with the golden light.
"Is this your control?"
Lu Ming patted the grass clippings off his shoulder. "They're too brittle. If you fed this quality Blue Silver Grass to rabbits, they wouldn't even want it getting stuck in their teeth."
Tang San's face turned ashen.
Since control is ineffective, let's launch a frontal assault!
"Mysterious Jade Hand!"
"Controlling the crane to capture the dragon!"
Tang San's hands transformed into jade-colored blades, drawing eerie arcs in the air as he attempted to use skillful force to shift Lu Ming's center of gravity. At the same time, countless poisoned bone-piercing nails flew out from his sleeves, taking advantage of the wind to shoot at Lu Ming's vital points from various tricky angles.
Eyes, throat, heart, genitals.
Every move was ruthless and deadly.
This is Tang San.
Once you take action, you will show no mercy.
Looking at the rain of hidden weapons, Lu Ming smiled.
He didn't dodge.
They didn't even use their wings.
He simply stretched out his right hand and casually grabbed at the dense rain of hidden weapons.
Jingle bells!
A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out.
Those bone-piercing nails, powerful enough to penetrate steel plates, were like docile toys in Lu Ming's hands.
A few breaths later.
Lu Ming opened his palm.
Eighteen bone-piercing nails lay neatly in his palm, kneaded into a solid iron ball.
"Here you go."
Lu Ming flicked his wrist.
call out!
The iron ball transformed into a black lightning bolt, heading straight for Tang San's face.
This strike had no technique involved; it was pure power and speed.
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, and he used the Ghost Shadow Step with all his might in mid-air, his body shifting three feet to the side.
But the strong wind generated by the iron ball still stung his cheeks and even cut off a lock of hair from his temple.
boom!
The iron ball grazed past Tang San's ear and smashed into the dome of the Great Soul Arena in the distance, creating a large hole in the thick dome, through which sunlight streamed in.
A fine layer of cold sweat seeped from Tang San's forehead.
If that blow had landed...
"It's not over yet."
Lu Ming's figure appeared before Tang San like a ghost.
There's nothing fancy about it.
One punch.
It blasted directly at Tang San's abdomen.
Tang San's old strength had been exhausted, so he had no way to dodge. He could only cross his arms to protect his chest, while eight purplish-black spears burst out from his back.
Eight Spider Lances!
That was his last trump card!
Eight sharp spears, like spider legs, instantly intertwined in front of him to form a defensive net.
"Break!"
Golden light flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and his punching force increased rather than decreased.
Click!
A chilling cracking sound rang out.
The Eight Spider Spears, which were as hard as metal, were broken in two places by Lu Ming's punch, just like dry tree branches!
"ah--!"
The external soul bone is connected to the host's bloodline. The excruciating pain of the Eight Spider Lances breaking instantly spread throughout Tang San's body, causing him to let out a shrill scream.
But this is just the beginning.
Lu Ming's fist shattered the Eight Spider Lances' defense and slammed heavily into Tang San's crossed arms.
Click!
Two more crisp sounds rang out.
Tang San's arms twisted in a bizarre way, and he was blasted away like a cannonball.
He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and his body rolled backward uncontrollably.
"This is what they call the Tang Clan's ultimate martial arts?"
Lu Ming did not miss the opportunity to kick a man when he was down.
With a flap of its wings, it instantly caught up with Tang San, who was flying backward.
Bang!
A whip kick landed on Tang San's back.
Tang San was like a kite with a broken string, his flight path changed, and he plummeted towards the ground.
Before he even landed.
Lu Ming accelerated again, arriving ahead of Tang San and appearing below where Tang San was about to land.
"Go up."
Lu Ming kicked out, hitting Tang San squarely in the chin.
This kick not only shattered Tang San's jawbone, but also sent him flying into the air once again.
The entire audience fell silent.
This is hardly a competition.
This is simply a one-sided massacre!
This is a game of cat and mouse!
Tang San, who had shone brightly in the preliminaries and was hailed as a genius of the control system, was now like a rag doll, being kicked around in the air by Lu Ming, completely powerless to fight back.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
Yu Xiaogang rushed to the edge of the ring and shouted at the top of his lungs, "We surrender! Shrek Academy surrenders!"
He felt sorry for him.
That was his hope, his only bargaining chip to prove himself.
If Tang San is crippled, Yu Xiaogang's life will truly be over.
However, the barrier on the arena blocked out the sound.
And even if he heard it, would Lu Ming stop?
"When you were trying to kill Rongrong, why didn't you think to stop?"
Lu Ming appeared in mid-air and grabbed one of Tang San's last few Eight Spider Lances.
At this moment, Tang San's face was swollen like a pig's head, blood blurred his eyes, and his consciousness was already blurred.
But he could still feel that desperate fear.
"What...what do you want to do..."
Tang San squeezed out a muffled sound from his throat.
"Let me trim these ugly spider legs for you."
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Lu Ming's lips.
Click!
Lu Ming used his wrist to forcefully tear the Eight Spider Lances off Tang San's back.
As blood gushed out, Tang San's body convulsed violently, and his screams were as shrill as those of a demon.
"This one was picked for Xiaowu."
Click!
Another one.
"This one was pulled up for Rongrong."
Click!
"This one was pulled out because I didn't like you."
The continuous sounds of bones cracking and screams caused many spectators in the stands to cover their eyes.
(End of chapter)