Tang San, who was an orphan in his previous life, especially cherished the family affection in this life, even though Tang Hao could not be called a qualified father at all.
And whether it was to get out of the Hell Road, or the voice in his mind that he hadn't heard for two years, this hundredth victory was a must, otherwise he wouldn't even have his life, so what else was there to talk about?
Watching the nine fierce-looking Fallen all lock their eyes on him, Tang San understood that this would be another fierce battle. He, like A'Dai and Hu Liena, had experienced this kind of scene many times. The title of a hundred consecutive victories was, after all, a bit too dazzling.
This meant that facing such opponents alone would only lead to death, but joining forces to kill the opponent first would leave a glimmer of hope, which also prompted these desperate people to put aside their prejudices and temporarily join forces to fight the enemy.
However, Tang San had expected this and made full preparations for his hundredth victory. He had already prepared a poison called White Mist Soul Restraining Powder. This medicine was a unique secret medicine of the Tang Sect. Its effect was to make people unable to mobilize their Soul Power for a period of time, while also accompanied by severe pain and weakness throughout the body.
And Tang San had secretly tested this medicine after coming to the Slaughter City. This White Mist Soul Restraining Powder was also effective against Soul Masters. This medicine was colorless and odorless, and the main thing was to be undetectable. You must know that the Fallen here were all seasoned veterans who had experienced many hardships. If he was not careful, he would be discovered by the other party that he had poisoned them, and then all his previous efforts would be in vain.
Therefore, Tang San chose this extremely difficult-to-detect drug to help him achieve a hundred victories. From the moment he stepped onto the Arena, he had already spread the White Mist Soul Restraining Powder into the air. Next, he only needed to drag it out until the medicine took effect to easily win.
But these desperate people obviously did not intend to give Tang San a chance to breathe. The longer the time dragged on, the greater the possibility of being stabbed in the back. The strongest Soul Douluo among the nine, relying on his strong strength, took the lead in carrying a large Sword and slashed towards Tang San.
"What kind of bullshit King of Plague, die!"
"Bang"
A Sword similar to the Green Dragon Crescent Moon directly smashed onto the Arena, but where was there any sign of anyone there? At this moment, Tang San had already launched the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and jumped into the air, dodging this powerful blow.
"Good opportunity! Watch my Soul-Chasing Kidney-Snatching Sword."
Seeing that Tang San was in the air with no point of support, a Soul Sage holding twin Swords also jumped into the air, the Swords in his hands like two sinister vipers stabbing towards the God King's two Kidneys from tricky angles.
Tang San's eyes were cold, staring at this Soul Sage as if looking at a dead man, his actions not slow at all.
With a muffled "pu chi" sound, a muffled sound rang in the ears of this Soul Sage. He saw a faint green gas shooting out from Tang San's buttocks, thereby relying on propulsion to change direction, cleverly dodging this fatal blow.
Tang San, who had somersaulted 1080 degrees in the air, landed steadily, and A'Dai and Hu Liena on the stands raised their hands with perfect scores.
And after being hit by the exhaust gas, the Soul Sage staggered upon landing and almost fell, then coughed for several seconds before recovering.
"Damn poisonous gas kid, if you have the ability, don't run."
At this time, the Soul Douluo who took the lead in launching the attack once again dragged his large Sword and rushed towards Tang San, the five-meter Sword slashing towards his waist.
Tang San exerted force with his feet again and jumped up, using the opponent's Sword surface as a springboard, quickly jumping to an unmanned area on the Arena.
"How long are you going to watch? Are you waiting for this kid to defeat us one by one?"
Seeing that Tang San was slippery, the Soul Douluo suddenly roared at the other Fallen in exasperation. This roar also woke up the few people watching the show, and they realized that they could not wait any longer. They took out their weapons and launched a brutal siege on Tang San.
Fortunately, Tang San possessed many unique skills, his eyes flashing with purple as he carefully observed the attack trajectories of the crowd, stepping on the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, always able to dodge the opponent's attacks in strange postures.
Hu Liena, who was watching Tang San's Spirit Duel on the stands, flashed a hint of incomprehension in her eyes.
"Why doesn't this Tang San use his hidden weapons to seize the opportunity? Just dodging, there will always be a time when he is exhausted, right?"
A'Dai shook his head, equally not understanding in his heart. This Tang San has not shown any intention of fighting back until now. Could it be that he has given up this battle?
"The opponent cannot give up victory. There is only one possibility for not attacking."
"What is it?"
Hu Liena turned her head and looked at A'Dai curiously, wanting to hear the other party's opinion.
"He is waiting for something, perhaps a chance to kill with one blow, or perhaps..."
"Perhaps what?"
"Perhaps he's waiting for some poison to take effect, who knows."
Hearing this, Hu Liena's eyes lit up slightly, feeling that what he said made sense. With Tang San's endless stream of methods, using poison was indeed possible.
And after several minutes of chasing and fleeing on the arena, it also proved A'Dai's guess to be correct.
As a Soul Sage wielding an iron hammer suddenly fell to the ground, a hint of doubt arose in everyone's hearts.
"Hey, what are you doing? This kid hasn't even launched an attack, has he?"
"I... I don't know, I can't use my Soul Power anymore, and I don't have any strength in my whole body."
"What?"
Hearing this, a chill rose in everyone's hearts, and the eyes they used to look at Tang San in the center of the encirclement were now filled with fear. They also felt that this kid not fighting back was very strange, but now it seems that he had ulterior motives!
Sure enough, as the first person fell, the remaining eight people slowly felt a sense of powerlessness, and then, like cutting wheat, they fell one by one on the arena.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Does this even need to be said? What do you think this kid's nickname is? We only remembered to defend against his hidden weapons, but now we've fallen victim to poison."
"What? Poison?"
Among the nine, some with quick minds had already seen some clues, but it was too late to say anything now. They couldn't possibly pin their hopes on a hundred-victory Killing God showing mercy, right? That's even lower than the probability of casually wandering around the Star Dou Great Forest and encountering a transformed 100,000 Year Soul Beast.
Ning Bei:?
Xiao Wu:?
The strategy worked, and Tang San, who had forgotten how to smile, managed to pull up a rare arc at the corner of his mouth.
"From the moment you stood in front of me, the result was already doomed. The rules of this Slaughter City are perfect for Tang Sect people."
"I'll use you to achieve my journey to a hundred victories."
While speaking, in the fearful gazes of the nine, several Steel Needles appeared in Tang San's hand, shooting towards the eyes and throats of the people in front of him at various strange angles.
Of course, for the one who had just planned to attack his Kidney, Tang San, based on the principle of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, shot the Steel Needle into the other party's Kidney.
Nine screams rang out simultaneously, followed by cheers from the stands. Everyone was celebrating the birth of a new hundred-victory Killing God, and also celebrating that there would be one less terrifying opponent in their subsequent Hell Slaughter Arena matches, which would greatly increase their chances of survival.
It would be even better if the other two Killing Gods could quickly complete their own hundred victories, maybe they could survive to old age.
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