On the stage, Tang San launched his attack. Dozens of yellowish-green vines, each as thick as a forearm, shot towards the man in the black robe. The vines were now coated in a foul substance, making them a horrifying sight.
Since there was a considerable distance between them, the man in black had time to react. He acted decisively.
Screech!
He gripped his spear and moved with incredible speed, the sharp tip scraping against the ground and creating a shower of sparks. By the time the Blue Silver Grass was ten feet away, he was already prepared.
"First Spirit Skill—Sweeping Army!"
The man unleashed his spirit skill once again. A cold light flashed from his spear, and wherever its shadow passed, the filthy vines were instantly sliced apart. But as the vines were severed, droplets of the foul liquid and solid mixture were flung through the air, splashing directly towards him. He twisted and dodged desperately, but he couldn't avoid it all. A few splatters landed on his arm and chest.
Suddenly, his stomach churned violently.
"Blech—!"
Leaning heavily on his spear for support, he vomited onto the stage, nearly bringing up everything he had eaten the day before. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever experienced. He had never met such a repulsive Spirit Master in his entire life. This was his very first day in Soto City, and he had only come to the Great Spirit Arena for a bit of fun. Who could have imagined he would run into something like this?
Now he finally understood why the guy opposite him wore a mask. If you used such shameless tricks and didn't hide your identity, you'd probably be beaten to death the moment you stepped outside the arena.
Swish!
As if sensing his weakness, five or six more strands of Blue Silver Grass shot towards him. The man in black suppressed the churning in his stomach and tightened his grip on his spear.
"If you're not going to play by the rules, then don't blame me for what I do next!" he snarled, a hint of madness and cruelty creeping into his eyes. His gaze was now fixed on the contaminated three-meter radius around Tang San.
In his mind, the only way to deal with a disgusting opponent like Tang San was to be even more disgusting himself. His martial soul was a spear, and as long as he could get within five meters, Tang San would be in his attack range. He remembered a crude saying he once heard: a weapon stained with filth is more feared than the sharpest steel. He never thought he would be the one to put that theory to the test.
"The situation on the field has taken a turn none of us expected!" the host's voice suddenly boomed over the arena, acting as a commentator to the bizarre scene. "However, the battle between the two competitors is still going on, and it's quite exciting!"
His words reignited the crowd's energy.
"Damn, this is awesome!"
"Hahahahaha, I've really seen it all today!"
"You know, this ticket was worth every copper coin!"
"How interesting."
After the shocking and comical turn of events, the atmosphere in the venue reached a new, feverish peak. Under the watchful eyes of thousands, the man in the black robe charged forward with his spear, his target set on Tang San.
Seeing him advance, Tang San started to panic. His Blue Silver Grass was useless against the opponent's sharp spear; it was cut apart with every strike. Worse, he could feel his spirit power dwindling rapidly. He barely had enough to finish this match, let alone compete in any others.
Swish!
Under Tang San's control, several vines erupted from the ground, attempting to entangle the man's feet. But with a casual swing of his spear, they were severed. In the blink of an eye, his opponent was just five feet away.
Tang San clenched his fists, holding his breath. He was relying entirely on the internal circulation of his Xuantian Treasure Record to function. While he might have been more accustomed to the stench than anyone else, his position in the very center of the disaster zone was overwhelming. If he didn't hold his breath, the foul air would incapacitate him. He was gambling that his opponent wouldn't dare to enter his "territory."
He had guessed correctly. Most people wouldn't have dared. But Tang San had no idea he was facing a man who was now just as crazy and ruthless as the situation demanded.
Finally, the man in black stopped about four feet from Tang San. He frowned as he looked at the large patch of filth separating them, and his stomach churned again. This time, however, he held it down.
Swish!
The tip of his spear drew a half-circle on the ground. Then, to the absolute horror of everyone watching, he deliberately plunged the point of his spear into the mess on the floor. He even rolled the spearhead around, making sure it was evenly coated.
"What!" Tang San stared in shock. He never, ever expected his opponent to be so insane! How could he dare?
The audience in the stands erupted.
"What a ruthless man!"
"This is a first! So intense!"
"You have to admit, most people would have just forfeited by now. These two are a rare match for each other!"
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others couldn't bear to watch anymore. This kind of Spirit Fight was not just an eyesore; it was nauseating. Nearby, Flender and Zhao Wuji were using their powerful spirit energy to endure the physical discomfort and the secondhand embarrassment.
Yu Xiaogang, standing beside them, had a grim expression on his face. He knew this Spirit Fight was over for Tang San. After making such a fool of himself, he was still going to lose. He found this result completely unacceptable.
As he predicted, the man in the black robe now had a clear advantage. At such close range, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was useless. He could only rely on his Tang Sect skills for hand-to-hand combat, but the spear had a much longer reach than his arms and legs. And now that the spear was "enchanted," it made blocking it an even more horrifying prospect.
"Hah... hah..."
Having held his breath for so long, Tang San was forced to gasp for air. The moment he inhaled, the foul stench hit him with the force of a physical blow, and he nearly fainted.
A crazy, triumphant arc formed on the black-robed man's lips. He stared at Tang San like a wolf that had cornered its prey. The hairs on Tang San's neck stood on end, and a shudder ran down his spine.
"Second Spirit Skill—Breaking Army Thrusts!"
The man suddenly shifted his spear, aiming its coated tip forward. He took a quick step and lunged, unleashing a flurry of stabs directly at Tang San. In just a few seconds, dozens of rapid thrusts rained down!
Unable to dodge, Tang San was knocked off his feet and fell directly to the ground, rolling several times through the filth. The sight was beyond grotesque. He was being subjected to the double torture of body and mind. Victory was now hopeless.
Staggering to his feet, Tang San had reached a new level of disgrace. Under the silent, stunned gaze of the entire arena, he stumbled towards the edge of the stage.
He chose to surrender.
Wherever he walked, a ten-foot circle of empty space formed around him. The spectators scrambled to get away, their morbid curiosity replaced by self-preservation. It was one thing to watch the freak show, but no one wanted to be caught in the fallout.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Dai Mubai clicked his tongue, a look of mock regret on his face as he watched Tang San's shameful exit. "What a pity. The disciple the Grandmaster had such high hopes for has fallen in his third Spirit Fight."
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