Chapter 142: Without Immortal Herbs, Eight Spider Lances, or the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San is Just...
Chapter 142: Without Immortal Herbs, Eight Spider Lances, or the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San is Just...
At this moment.
Lin Qingmo was also silently evaluating in his heart.
"The power of the fourth Spirit Ability is quite good."
Even though he had only used less than ten percent of his strength.
He hadn’t even utilized the paralysis effect and area-of-effect damage that came with the lightning.
He had merely forced the lightning into his body, testing the effect of further activating his cells to enhance his physical attributes.
The results were pleasing.
The fact that Dai Mubai’s protective shield shattered with a single punch was somewhat unexpected.
As for the others’ attacks... he looked toward Tang San.
This protagonist of the original work was still too green.
The control of his Blue Silver Grass was decent.
But when encountering attributes like high-temperature lightning, which naturally countered plants, it was suppressed completely.
Without the Eight Spider Lances, without the immunity to water and fire granted by Immortal Herbs, and without evolving into the Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San’s Blue Silver Grass could be described as ordinary.
If the path to evolving into the Blue Silver Emperor was completely blocked, then Tang San’s Spirit would essentially be ruined.
’I wonder how Ah Yin’s recovery is going.’
He would have to go check when he had time.
Once she was stable, he would find his master and take her to the Blue Silver Forest together.
At that time, when Ah Yin recovered as the true Blue Silver Emperor, Tang San would never have the possibility of evolving his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
Lin Qingmo pulled back his thoughts and scanned the remaining four people.
"Still fighting?"
Tang San took a deep breath, and the spirit ring beneath his feet lit up once more.
He knew he couldn’t win, but he couldn’t just give up like this!
At least... at least he had to force Lin Qingmo to reveal more of his capabilities.
"Xiao Wu, cooperate with me."
"Who wants to cooperate with you!"
Seeing the situation, Xiao Wu’s temper flared up.
"Lin Qingmo, take another move of mine!"
She pursed her small mouth, and her beautiful large eyes flickered, emitting a layer of pink light.
Charm skill activated!
She had used this move countless times in the Great Spirit Arena, and it was basically foolproof against most Spirit Masters of the same rank.
Even someone like Dai Mubai would be dazed by it.
But A-Qing just looked at her.
His eyes were clear and bright, without the slightest ripple.
That layer of pink light fell into his eyes like a drop of water into a deep pool, failing to stir even a single ripple.
Xiao Wu’s heart skipped a beat.
"As expected, it’s still like this. Lin Qingmo is too powerful."
But she didn’t stop her movements.
Charm was just the appetizer; the real killing move was yet to come.
She pushed off with her toes and leaped into the air, her slender legs tracing sharp arcs in the sky—Eight-Stage Kick.
This was her signature close-combat technique: fast, at tricky angles, one kick after another, as continuous as a rainstorm.
The first kick aimed straight for the face.
Lin Qingmo tilted his head slightly and avoided it.
The second kick was a horizontal sweep toward his waist and abdomen.
Lin Qingmo took half a step back and avoided it again.
The third kick, fourth kick, fifth kick... Xiao Wu kicked faster and faster, her leg shadows almost merging into one in the air.
She gritted her teeth, pushing her spirit power to the limit, each kick carrying the sound of breaking wind.
Even someone like Dai Mubai wouldn’t be able to withstand this barrage of heavy strikes.
But Lin Qingmo seemed able to predict her movements.
He always moved just a fraction ahead, avoiding her by the narrowest of margins.
Neither too much nor too little, his distance control was terrifyingly precise.
By the seventh kick, Xiao Wu was starting to feel unnerved.
The feeling was too eerie; it was as if you were clearly hitting with all your might, yet the opponent didn’t even let you touch the corner of their clothes.
On the eighth kick, she used her full strength.
spirit power condensed at her toes as she kicked fiercely toward Lin Qingmo’s chest.
If this kick landed solidly, it could kick a dent into a steel plate.
However, this time Lin Qingmo didn’t dodge.
The corner of his mouth curled up as he reached out and grabbed her ankle.
The movement was casual and effortless.
As if he had simply caught a falling leaf.
Xiao Wu froze in mid-air, her leg firmly caught, unable to move.
She tried to pull away, but he remained motionless.
That hand was like an iron pincer, holding her steadily.
Lin Qingmo gave a gentle pull with his wrist.
Xiao Wu gave a cry of surprise as she was pulled toward him.
But she didn’t fall.
Lin Qingmo’s other hand supported her waist, helping her steady herself, before gently placing her on the ground.
The whole process was so gentle it didn’t seem like a fight, but more like a dance.
"Don’t be naughty."
Lin Qingmo let go, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.
"Kicking around from such a height, be careful not to fall."
Xiao Wu stood firm, her cheeks feeling a bit hot.
"I know~"
Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue, took two steps back, and raised her hands.
"I surrender, I surrender. I can’t beat A-Qing at all."
She skipped over to the edge of the field, a smile still on her face.
Secretly, she thought, the way A-Qing caught me just now was so handsome!
On the field, besides the two support types, only Tang San remained.
He stood there.
Xiao Wu had surrendered and run off, Dai Mubai was unconscious under a tree, Ma Hongjun was groaning on the grass, and Zhu Zhuqing stood in the distance with a complex gaze.
Seven against one.
In less than three minutes, three or four were eliminated, and one had surrendered.
No one would even believe such a record.
Tang San clenched his fists.
His nails dug into his palms, bringing a slight stinging sensation.
His head was buzzing, and all sorts of thoughts were racing through his mind.
How could he be so strong?
Was the power of a ten-thousand-year spirit ring really this great?
Why was his Blue Silver Grass completely useless?
He was unwilling.
Intensely unwilling.
Since Nuoding Academy, he had been the Genius among his peers in his teacher’s words.
But Lin Qingmo’s overwhelming strength had been like a mountain pressing on his heart from beginning to end, making it hard for him to breathe.
Suddenly, a thought popped up.
A dangerous thought.
Tang San’s gaze turned fierce.
The spirit rings that were originally lit beneath his feet suddenly all went out.
The Blue Silver Grass retracted into his body, and his Spirit Possession state was deactivated.
He just stood there, empty-handed, looking at Lin Qingmo.
Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow.
’What does this mean? Giving up resistance?’
But in the next second, he saw Tang San fling his right hand!
Dozens of cold glints shot out from his sleeves, waist, and even his hair!
Hidden Weapons!
A dense swarm of Hidden Weapons!
There were needles as fine as ox hair, blades as thin as cicada wings, Prism Darts with barbs, and spinning chakrams that let out sharp whistles.
Each one shimmered with the eerie blue luster of poison, and each one was aimed at vital points.
Eyes, throat, heart, abdomen!
The coverage was extremely wide, sealing off all space for evasion.
And the speed was incredibly fast, faster than any previous attack.
This was no longer a spar; this was lethal!
Flender, watching from the sidelines, felt his heart jump: "Tang San! Stop!"
But it was too late.
The Hidden Weapons had already been released, buzzing like a swarm of bloodthirsty poisonous bees as they pounced toward Lin Qingmo.
In that instant, Lin Qingmo’s eyes turned cold.
He reached out and pulled Xiao Wu, who was still standing nearby, behind him to protect her.
The movement was so fast that Xiao Wu didn’t even react; she only felt a blur before her eyes, and she was already behind Lin Qingmo.
Then Lin Qingmo raised his hand.
The fourth spirit ring lit up once again.
But this time, it wasn’t an attack; it was a defense.
Violent lightning gushed from his palm, condensing and compressing, forming a blue-purple translucent barrier in front of him.
Lightning Barrier!
The dense sound of sizzling current was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
(End of Chapter)
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