At the same time that the intense battle was about to erupt on the stage, a somewhat peculiar figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the arena.
The reason it cannot be said that he walked in was simply because this person was not walking on his feet at all. Instead, he was seated in a wooden wheelchair, using his hands to propel the two large wheels, rolling himself slowly into the spectator area.
If the members of the Shrek Group had turned their heads to look towards the entrance at that moment, they would have been greatly astonished. The person sitting in that wheelchair was none other than Tang San's respected teacher, the Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang!
He had specifically asked Tang San to request this wheelchair from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy administration. Relying on his somewhat inflated reputation as a "Grandmaster" of theory, and the fact that he was nominally a teacher from Shrek Academy, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy did not refuse him. They directly provided him with a sturdy wheelchair to aid his mobility.
Currently, Yu Xiaogang's lower body was in a state that could only be described as crippled. Life in a wheelchair was practically the only option suitable for him right now.
Although Yu Xiaogang had reluctantly tried to rehabilitate himself, the results were poor. If he forced himself, he could stand up for a few seconds with great pain, but that was the limit of his ability. He couldn't walk a single step.
The wounds he had suffered were in a very crucial and delicate area of the male body. For some reason, these injuries seemed to heal much slower than wounds on arms or legs. Therefore, Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to come up with this method of transportation.
Now, Yu Xiaogang could truly be considered a disabled person in every sense of the word.
Before this incident, when he had only lost one arm to the spirit beast, he was unwilling to admit he was disabled. In his mind, losing one arm didn't affect his intellect or his dignity too much. He could still function.
But this time, Yu Xiaogang never uttered such confident words. The loss of such a crucial part of his anatomy meant he couldn't even be considered a complete man anymore. The impact of this realization was too significant. It destroyed his pride.
Although Yu Xiaogang himself didn't want to admit it to anyone, he had indeed noticed frightening changes in his own body. He was slowly starting to lose some of his masculine characteristics.
For example, he noticed that his beard, which he used to shave regularly, had stopped growing. His face was becoming smoother in a way that terrified him. Because of this, Yu Xiaogang even planned to buy a fake beard to stick on his face in the future. He wanted to pretend to be a normal man when he was in a crowd, hiding his shameful secret from the world.
As he rolled into the arena, the surrounding students looked at Yu Xiaogang with curiosity. Their expressions were inevitably a bit strange as they watched this one-armed man pushing himself in a wheelchair.
However, no one actually recognized him. Yu Xiaogang was putting on a serious act. He sat straight, keeping a cold and profound expression on his face, appearing to be a respectable elder or a hidden master. Therefore, many students whispered among themselves, guessing if this disabled man was some kind of retired expert visiting the academy.
When Yu Xiaogang arrived inside the arena, he faced a problem. Because he was confined to the wheelchair, he couldn't climb the stairs to the high stands like a normal person. He couldn't reach the excellent viewing spots where Flender and the others were standing.
Yu Xiaogang could only secretly hide in a corner on the ground floor.
Although this low position didn't allow him to fully see every detail of the situation on the stage, he could still get a general idea of the battle.
The reason he didn't call out to the Shrek Group or ask for help was due to the harsh words he had previously shouted at Flender. Yu Xiaogang knew in his heart that the bond of brotherhood between them was broken. They no longer considered each other friends.
Coming here secretly today was merely for one purpose: to observe Tang San's recent training progress.
Relying solely on Tang San's verbal descriptions in their room made it difficult for the Grandmaster to fully analyze the situation. He needed to see the combat with his own eyes. After personally watching a match, he would naturally have a clearer understanding of Tang San's current limits.
Yu Xiaogang had already placed all his focus and hope on cultivating Tang San. The third Spirit Ring that his disciple obtained had cost him a terrible price—his own manhood.
However, according to Tang San's description, the absorption of that Man-Faced Demon Spider Spirit Ring had proven several of Yu Xiaogang's core theories. Therefore, he was eager to know if Tang San's actual combat strength had greatly increased as predicted.
Just then, from his hidden angle, he caught a glimpse of Tang San's figure on the stage.
He saw Tang San reacting to Shi Mo's attack. Instead of retreating to a safe distance, Tang San was using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. He stepped forward, charging directly towards the turtle shell shields flying from all directions.
This scene made Yu Xiaogang frown with dissatisfaction.
Foolish, he thought. As a Control System Spirit Master, Tang San should prioritize his range.
Tang San possessed sufficient long-range advantages with his Blue Silver Grass. Yu Xiaogang knew Tang San had some close-combat fighting methods from his hidden sect techniques, but those should only be used as a last resort. The proper tactic was to use long-range control to consume the opponent's Spirit Power first. Only after wearing the enemy down should he decide whether close combat would resolve the battle faster.
Making such a reckless choice to charge in at the beginning often came with considerable risks.
On the stage, Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill inner energy surged within his body. His palms had completely turned into a lustrous, jade-like color as he activated the Mysterious Jade Hand.
At the same time, a purple light illuminated the grim face of his opponent, Shi Mo.
The thousand-year Spirit Ring ability was activated!
The two massive turtle shell shields that had previously cut through Tang San's Blue Silver Grass arrived with almost imperceptible speed. They were incredibly fast.
The next second, a shocking transformation occurred. Under the illumination of the purple light, each turtle shell suddenly burst apart. They exploded into sixteen sharp, diamond-shaped fragments.
Since there were two shields, a total of thirty-two sharp blades instantly shot out. They filled the air, almost sealing off all escape routes in front of Tang San.
Shi Mo's Spirit Ability, the "Turtle Shell Explosion," was a terrifying area-of-effect attack. It was primarily used for self-protection when surrounded, but it was equally devastating when attacking enemies.
The thirty-two pieces violently rotated within a ten-square-meter radius around Tang San. The speed was so high that it created an intense whooshing sound. The air within the turtle shell's coverage area began to distort from the friction and pressure.
To the audience, it looked like Tang San had stepped into a giant meat grinder.
Seeing this, Tang San was instantly startled. His confidence wavered.
He took a deep breath to steady his inner energy, then threw a punch directly at the incoming fragments.
"Clang~~~!"
A bright, ear-piercing sound of metal colliding with metal rang out.
Tang San's fist hit one of the fragments. However, the turtle shell piece hadn't been shaken in the slightest. It didn't break, nor did it change course significantly.
Instead, Tang San himself felt a jolt of agony. Even with the Mysterious Jade Hand activated, which made his hands as hard as iron, he was still in considerable pain. The force behind the Black Tortoise Spirit was immense.
At this point, Tang San was truly a bit flustered.
Why? he questioned internally. Both of us are using thousand-year Spirit Rings. Both are thousand-year Spirit Abilities. Why is the power of my Blue Silver Grass always somewhat weaker compared to others?
He didn't have time to think further. The "meat grinder" was closing in.
Tang San pushed his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to the limit. His footsteps shifted rapidly, creating afterimages as he dodged. Through sheer skill, he eerily avoided the turtle shells attacking him from the front.
But he only avoided the frontal attacks. He forgot that the shells were spinning all around him.
Just as he was feeling relieved at having dodged the main wave, a sharp, searing pain suddenly shot through his body from behind.
"Ah~~~!"
Tang San cried out in agony. The sound echoed through the silent arena.
A jagged piece of turtle shell had struck him directly on the right buttock. The immense force lifted him off his feet. He was spun several times horizontally in the air like a ragdoll before crashing heavily to the ground.
Tang San's eyes were tightly shut, his body trembling violently on the cold stone floor.
The injury was severe and humiliating. The flesh on his right buttock was torn and mangled, bleeding profusely. Blood quickly stained the back of his trousers and half of his lower body.
Even more seriously, the Spirit Power of the Black Tortoise Turtle Spirit Master was heavy and earthy. It had penetrated his physical defenses and entered his body, already injuring his internal organs.
At the same time, Shi Mo recalled his power. The turtle shell fragments stopped spinning and flew back to him, merging in the air. They reformed into a complete turtle shell, covering his body once again as if nothing had happened.
Below the stage, hidden in the shadows of the corner, Yu Xiaogang's face was extremely pale.
He hadn't expected this result. In less than two minutes since his arrival, the situation on the field had taken such a sharp turn for the worse.
Tang San's current state clearly made him unable to continue fighting. He was bleeding and unable to stand.
Yu Xiaogang's proud disciple had lost the match again. And just like the last time against the Royal Fight Team, it was a loss without any suspense. He was completely overpowered.
No matter how much he tried to comfort himself with excuses, Yu Xiaogang's heart was filled with self-doubt.
Is my theory wrong?
He didn't know if his core theories on Spirit Spirits had a fundamental problem, or if he had simply misjudged Tang San. Perhaps Tang San's talent couldn't support his "invincible" theories after all.
Or perhaps... was the problem the Spirit itself? Was Tang San's first Spirit, the Blue Silver Grass, simply too weak to compete with top-tier Beast Spirits like the Black Tortoise?
At this moment, a dangerous thought sprouted in Yu Xiaogang's mind.
Tang San was a peerless genius with Twin Spirits. His innate talent should not be doubted. If the standard Blue Silver Grass truly wasn't sufficient to dominate, perhaps he should change the plan.
Maybe I should let him cultivate his second Spirit directly, Yu Xiaogang thought, his eyes narrowing. The Clear Sky Hammer!
While Yu Xiaogang was lost in his thoughts, the match was officially called.
On the stage, Tang San was unable to move. Ma Hongjun and Oscar rushed up from the Shrek waiting area to retrieve him.
They lifted Tang San up, but their expressions were not of concern. instead, the two of them looked utterly disgusted.
Tang San was covered in blood, specifically around his backside. It was a messy, unappealing sight. If it weren't for Dean Flender's direct request for them to help their teammate, they would rather die than carry Tang San in this condition.
At this moment, Tang San regained some consciousness. He tried to move, but the sharp, tearing pain from his buttock made it difficult for him to endure, forcing him to grit his teeth in humiliation as he was carried away.
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