Chapter 137 – Xiao Wu Is Injured, Panic Spreads Through the Arena!
Yu Tianheng, having completely defeated Dai Mubai, finally had the leisure to observe the rest of the battlefield.
What he saw made his blood boil.
Shi Mo and Ao Si Luo were both receiving Ye Lingling's healing, yet despite her efforts, their bodies were drenched in blood, faces pale and trembling.
Even after treatment, their injuries were still severe.
Nearby, Shi Mo'er didn't look much better—his face twisted in pain though he could still stand.
Yu Tianheng's heart tightened. The enemy's strength was far greater than expected.
"Yu Feng! Go all out!"
The only ally still holding an advantage was Yu Feng, whose Wind Bell Bird allowed flight. Yet even that edge was fading, as Ma Hongjun's long-range flames pinned him down.
Just when Yu Feng had nearly subdued the Phoenix spirit master, Zhu Zhuqing darted in to assist, her speed turning the fight evenly matched.
So much for a quick victory.
Consuming rage flared in Yu Tianheng's chest; lightning rippled violently over his body.
He was tired, his spirit power nearly spent—but surely, the enemy's reserves were even lower.
Sensing an opening, he focused his vicious intent on the most vulnerable target—Xiao Wu.
She was the weakest of the remaining opponents. One critical hit could end her.
At that moment, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass connection to Xiao Wu had been severed by the Shi brothers' earlier attack.
The link between them hadn't been fully reestablished.
Yu Tianheng would never let such an opportunity slip.
Thunder roared around him as he launched his second spirit skill—Thousand Thunder Bolts.
Electric tongues coiled through the air, gathering around his body before streaking outward like a storm from all directions toward Xiao Wu.
How fast is lightning?
Even Tang San couldn't react in time.
"Xiao Wu! Watch out!"
A chill of dread seized his heart, and his shout tore itself from his throat.
But Xiao Wu's reflexes were sharp as ever. The instant Yu Tianheng moved, she had sensed it.
Moments ago, she'd been attacking alongside Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing against the Shi brothers, her position unfortunately too far forward—too close to Yu Tianheng.
No one had anticipated Dai Mubai's sudden defeat, leaving Yu Tianheng free to strike without restraint.
At the last possible moment, Xiao Wu activated her third spirit ability—Teleportation, flashing five meters to the side.
But the lightning storm swarmed like worms on bone, covering a vast radius.
She couldn't escape completely.
The electric current surged through her small body, locking her muscles in agony.
Yu Tianheng's Dragon Arm slammed downward—
Bang!
The blow struck her shoulder, sending her spinning through the air, a crimson arc spraying behind her.
"Ah—!"
Her cry tore through the arena before crashing heavily to the ground.
Tang San's world went silent.
He snapped, control shattered by the sight.
With a flick of his hand, Blue Silver Grass shot forth, wrapping around Xiao Wu's waist midair, cushioning her fall.
He gently lowered her near Ning Rongrong and Oscar.
"Help her!" his voice trembled.
Xiao Wu's left shoulder and arm dangled lifelessly, her entire left side soaked in blood.
One glance told Tang San the truth—this was a complete fracture, bones displaced. Setting them properly would require calm and time—luxuries he didn't have.
Right now, he had only one thought—revenge.
The sight of Xiao Wu's blood left the entire audience stunned—panic rippled through both camps.
Tang San's fury burned.
Before the match, Grandmaster had warned him strictly: no hidden weapons.
No hidden weapons? Fine.
He still had poison.
A faint red gleam flickered in his eyes—pure, murderous hatred.
Both hands turned jade-like, and stepping into Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps, he dashed for Yu Tianheng.
Yu Tianheng smirked coldly.
With Shrek's strongest, Dai Mubai, defeated and Xiao Wu crippled, the control-type Tang San was little threat.
Even if he charged recklessly—what could he do?
Lightning surged along Yu Tianheng's frame.
Time to end this.
His right arm expanded, blue scales spreading rapidly as his hand morphed into a claw—his Dragon Arm.
He met Tang San head-on, thunder roaring in his palm. He didn't believe this frail controller could withstand the power of a dragon's strike.
Tang San's speed was astonishing, driven by fury and grief. Watching him, Yu Tianheng assumed he was acting out of madness.
But just as their attacks were about to connect, another figure suddenly appeared between them.
If the Dragon Arm struck, that person would surely be gravely injured—or worse, killed.
Yu Tianheng blinked—then realized who it was.
Shi Mo!
The Shi brother's body was bound tightly by strands of Blue Silver Grass—pulled forward by Tang San to act as a human shield at the last possible instant.
Tang San's rage hadn't robbed him of reason.
He knew without the Clear Sky Hammer or concealed weapons, he couldn't match Yu Tianheng's power directly.
To win, he needed strategy—and ruthless cunning.
He had triggered his second skill—Parasite, using the seeds he had secretly planted on Shi Mo earlier in the battle, forcing the man forward as his living barrier.
Yu Tianheng's face contorted with fury. Seeing his teammate dragged in front of him, the Blue Silver Grass glimmering on the man's body—
"Despicable!" he roared, forcing his spirit power to its limit to yank his strike off course.
But that split second of restraint was exactly the moment Tang San had been waiting for.
He shoved the limp Shi Mo aside, and his first spirit ring flared.
Dozens of Blue Silver Grass vines burst from his hands, lashing out toward Yu Tianheng.
Tang San's ice-cold eyes were utterly devoid of mercy.
Dare to harm Xiao Wu… you'll pay in blood.
His spirit power was nearly gone—but his first ability could still be used.
The vines appeared ordinary, just his standard Binding Blue Silver Grass, yet the fine spikes along their surface gleamed faintly with a sinister violet hue.
While absorbing his third spirit ring from the Human-Faced Demon Spider, Tang San had harvested its lethal venom—once intended for crafting his hidden weapons.
He had infused that poison into his vines. And though it wasn't technically a hidden weapon, it remained part of his martial soul—no rule forbade that.
Those tendrils carried three layered afflictions: paralysis, searing pain, and corrosive poison.
Even if Yu Tianheng was poisoned, no one could accuse Tang San—it was simply the nature of his Blue Silver Grass.
As the vines shot forward, Yu Tianheng, still recovering from twisting his Dragon Arm away, couldn't react in time.
The vines coiled tightly around him.
He expected nothing. Blue Silver Grass couldn't resist his thunder for long.
Indeed, the last few times Tang San had tried, his vines had burned away instantaneously.
But the moment the grass touched him, searing pain shot through his body.
Purple smoke hissed from between the scales of his Dragon Arm, the skin beneath swelling rapidly.
Poison—deadly poison!
Had this been his enemy's hidden trump card all along?
Even so, Yu Tianheng didn't panic.
Lightning was the natural enemy of toxins.
If he unleashed his full electric flow, he could burn every trace of venom from his veins.
Just then, a beam of divine white light enveloped Tang San from behind—Ning Rongrong's amplification.
In the distant rear, she'd seen everything—Dai Mubai fallen, Xiao Wu gravely wounded.
All she could do now was pour every ounce of her power into Tang San.
(END CHAPTER)
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