Chapter 152: Tang San's Defeat.
"You..."
Hearing Yang Ziyuan's words, Tang San felt a surge of rage surge within him, threatening to consume him whole.
His eyes widened as he stared intently at his utterly detestable enemy, his chest heaving violently, each breath tinged with endless rage and resentment.
At this moment, his heart was filled with despair and terror.
The enemy had mercilessly drained the power of the Asura God, effectively turning him into a defenseless piece of fish, helpless to be bullied and slaughtered by Xie Yue and his companions.
This feeling of powerlessness brought his hatred for Yang Ziyuan to a peak.
However, despite his rage, he knew clearly that he could not mount any effective counterattack at this moment.
Facing such a powerful Yang Ziyuan, he felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness.
Before long, the strength that had once brimmed within Tang San's body rapidly drained away like a flood, until not a drop remained.
Seeing this, Yang Ziyuan nodded in satisfaction.
"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ziyuan's figure vanished from the scene like a ghost.
Only after confirming that Yang Ziyuan had completely left did Tang San force himself to stand.
At this moment, not a single trace of soul power remained in his body.
But even in such a desperate situation, he didn't give up hope.
After all, for him, hidden weapons were his most powerful skill.
Now that things had come to this, he no longer considered what would happen next.
With this thought, Tang San's eyes focused, and his hands quickly reached into the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges. In the blink of an eye, he pulled out two Zhuge Divine Crossbows, gleaming with a cold light.
Then, without hesitation, he quickly pulled the trigger.
In an instant, dozens of crossbow arrows streaked towards Xie Yue and the others like a torrential rain!
Faced with this sudden attack, Xie Yue and the others' faces changed drastically, but their rich combat experience allowed them to react instantly.
They suddenly exerted their full strength, their spirit power surging forth, instantly freeing themselves from the Blue Silver Vines that had bound them.
Now, deprived of Tang San's spirit power, the Blue Silver Vines were like a tiger with its fangs plucked out, devoid of its former majesty and lethality, its combat effectiveness negligible.
Xie Yue and his companions exerted only a slight force, and the Blue Silver Vines entwined around them shattered like fragile spiderwebs, scattering in all directions.
Freed from its restraints, the demonic spirit flashed, appearing like a ghost before them.
Clutching a pair of crimson-glow moon blades in both hands, it danced with astonishing speed.
In an instant, a crisscross of blades and sabers formed an impenetrable barrier, intercepting every crossbow bolt fired their way.
Seeing this, Tang San unhesitatingly discarded his Zhuge Divine Crossbow, opting instead for his versatile poison needles to deal with the current situation.
With a simple flick of his wrist, dozens of gleaming poison needles shot out from his palm like a torrential downpour.
These needles, swift as lightning, shrieked in piercing shrieks as they darted through the air, piercing the demonic spirit.
Seeing this, Yan was instantly enraged.
"Boy, you keep resorting to such despicable tactics. Do you really think I'm a pushover?"
"Third Soul Skill, Hellfire!"
With a roar, the towering and mighty Fire Lord behind him, his entire body ablaze with inferno, opened his maw again, and a torrent of blazing, violent crimson flames gushed out.
Like moths to a flame, those densely packed poison needles plunged directly into the sea of blazing inferno.
Instantly, upon contact with the flames, the poison needles were swiftly vaporized by the intense heat, vanishing without a trace, as if they had never appeared.
Witnessing all this, Tang San's heart was filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.
He knew that, now deprived of the power of the Asura God, he could never be a match for Yan.
Unless he had cultivated the Clear Sky Hammer spirit from the outset,
otherwise, due to the principle of attribute opposition, his Blue Silver Grass spirit would be completely suppressed by Yan, leaving him powerless to fight back!
Just as Tang San was lost in thought, a ghostly figure suddenly flashed behind him.
He started, instantly realizing the danger approaching. He
tried to quickly distance himself from the opponent, but without the support of his spirit power, how could he do so easily?
A dull thud filled Tang San's heart, and before he could even react, his vision went black and he collapsed to the ground.
Seeing Tang San lying unconscious, Xie Yue's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.
He slowly exhaled, then carefully pulled a delicate box from his spirit guide.
Opening the box, he found a mysterious purple-black pill quietly nestled within.
Xie Yue carefully removed the pill and placed it into Tang San's mouth.
As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it transformed into a dense, purple-black mist, instantly merging into Tang San's body.
"Alright, mission accomplished! Now, it's time to win the match!"
With that, the demonic figure gradually faded, revealing Xie Yue and Hu Liena.
Meanwhile, the red mist that had been shrouding the arena gradually dissipated.
As the referee took in the situation, he announced loudly, "Tang San has lost his combat effectiveness. The Spirit Hall team wins!"
The audience erupted in excitement.
These spectators were primarily residents of Spirit City, and they held a strong sense of belonging to the Spirit Hall.
Therefore, upon seeing the Spirit Hall team's victory, they immediately cheered.
"Hahahaha!!! I knew the Spirit Hall team was the strongest!"
"Hey, my dear, how do you compare to the Tianshui team's His Majesty?
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In contrast to the crowd's joy, Yu Xiaogang in the audience was in an uncontrollable frenzy.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face, once a shimmering radiance, twisted with rage. Veins bulged on his forehead. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if trying to vent his surging emotions.
"How could he lose? If he loses, where will I go? Hahaha!"
Following two shrill, manic laughs, Yu Xiaogang violently spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, his body falling backwards like a puppet without support, instantly losing consciousness.
"Xiaogang!!!"
Liu Erlong, watching nearby, saw this, her face drastically changed, and she cried out in shock.
She rushed forward without hesitation and hugged Yu Xiaogang, who was about to fall to the ground, her eyes full of concern and anxiety.
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