Chapter 152 Tang San's Defeat
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Hearing what Yang Ziyuan said, Tang San suddenly felt a surge of anger surging wildly in his heart, almost swallowing him whole.
He opened his eyes wide, staring at the extremely hateful enemy in front of him, his chest heaving violently, and every breath was filled with endless anger and unwillingness.
At this moment, his heart was filled with despair and fear.
Because the other party had mercilessly sucked away the power of the Shura God, which was equivalent to turning him into a piece of fish with no power to resist. He could only watch himself being bullied and slaughtered by Xie Yue and others.
This feeling of powerlessness made his hatred towards Yang Ziyuan reach its peak.
However, despite the rage in his heart, he knew clearly that he was unable to make any effective counterattack at this moment.
Facing such a powerful Yang Ziyuan, he felt unprecedentedly helpless.
Not long after, the power that was originally filled in Tang San's body quickly dissipated like a flood that broke through the dam, until there was not a drop left.
Seeing this scene, Yang Ziyuan nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ziyuan's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost.
Only after making sure that Yang Ziyuan had completely left did Tang San force himself to stand up.
At this moment, not even a trace of soul power remained in his body.
However, even in such a desperate situation, he still did not give up hope.
After all, for him, hidden weapons are his best skill.
Now that things have evolved to this point, he no longer considers what will happen next.
Thinking of this, Tang San's eyes focused, and his hands quickly reached into the Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night. In the blink of an eye, he pulled out two Zhuge Divine Crossbows that were flashing with cold light.
Then, he pulled the trigger quickly without hesitation.
In an instant, dozens of crossbow arrows rushed towards Xie Yue and others like a storm!
Faced with this sudden attack, Xie Yue and others' faces changed drastically, but they were rich in practical experience after all, and they reacted instantly.
They suddenly exerted strength all over their bodies, and the soul power in their bodies suddenly surged out, and they instantly broke free from the blue silver vines that had tightly bound them.
At this moment, the blue silver vine that had lost the blessing of Tang San's soul power seemed to have turned into a tiger with its sharp fangs pulled out. It no longer had its former majesty and lethality, and its combat effectiveness was almost negligible.
Xie Yue and his companions only exerted slight force, and the blue-silver vines wrapped around their bodies instantly shattered and scattered like fragile spider webs.
After breaking free from the restraints, the demon flashed and stood in front of everyone like a ghost.
It was seen holding the pair of crimson-glowing moon blades tightly in its hands and dancing at an astonishing speed.
For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers crisscrossed and formed an impenetrable barrier, intercepting all the crossbow arrows shot at them.
Seeing this scene, Tang San did not hesitate to abandon the Zhuge Divine Crossbow in his hand and instead chose the flexible and changeable poison needle to deal with the current situation.
He just shook his wrist lightly, and suddenly dozens of poisonous needles flashing with cold light shot out from the palm of his hand like a storm.
These poison needles were as fast as lightning, making piercing whistling sounds as they flew rapidly through the air, and stabbed straight at the demon.
Seeing this, Yan immediately became angry.
"Boy, you keep using these despicable means again and again. Do you really think I am a vegetarian?"
"The third soul skill, the flames of hell!"
With a roar, the tall and mighty Fire Lord behind him, whose body was burning with blazing flames, opened his huge mouth again, and a stream of hot and violent crimson flames gushed out like a torrent. Those densely packed poison needles rushed straight into the scorching sea of fire like moths to a flame.
In an instant, the poison needles were quickly evaporated by the high temperature the moment they came into contact with the flames, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never appeared.
Tang San, who witnessed all this, was filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.
Because he knew very well that now that he had lost the power of Shura God, he could never be a match for Yan.
Unless, he has been practicing the Clear Sky Hammer spirit from the very beginning.
Otherwise, based on the principle of attribute restraint, his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul would be completely suppressed by Yan, and he would have no power to fight back!
Just as Tang San was lost in thought, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind him.
He was startled and immediately realized that danger was coming.
He wanted to quickly distance himself from the opponent, but how could he do so easily when he had lost the support of his soul power?
There was only a muffled sound, and before Tang San could even react, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground unconscious.
Looking at Tang San's unconscious appearance, Xie Yue's tense heartstrings finally relaxed a little.
He slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, then carefully took out an exquisite small box from the soul guide.
After opening the box, a purple-black pill emitting a mysterious aura lay quietly inside.
Xie Yue carefully took out the pill and put it into Tang San's mouth.
As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it turned into an extremely dense purple-black mist and instantly merged into Tang San's body.
"Okay, mission accomplished! Now, it's time to win the game!"
After saying this, the enchanting figure gradually faded, revealing the figures of Xie Yue and Hu Liena.
At the same time, the red fog that had been covering the stage was gradually dissipating.
When the referee saw the situation clearly, he immediately announced loudly: "Tang San has lost his combat effectiveness, the Spirit Hall team wins!"
Hearing this, the people in the audience immediately became excited.
These audiences are basically residents of Wuhun City, and they have a strong sense of belonging to Wuhun Hall.
Therefore, after seeing the Spirit Hall team win, they immediately cheered.
"Hahaha!!! I knew that the Spirit Hall team is the strongest!"
"My dear, where do you put the emperor of the Tianshui team with your words?"
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Compared with everyone's joy, Yu Xiaogang in the audience fell into an uncontrollable state of madness.
At this moment, his eyes were blood red, and his face, which originally had a fading light, was distorted due to extreme anger. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands were clenched into fists, with his nails deeply embedded in his palms, as if he wanted to vent the surging emotions in his heart.
"How can he lose? If he loses, what should I do? Hahahaha!"
Following two extremely shrill laughs, Yu Xiaogang suddenly spat out a large mouthful of bright red blood, and his body fell straight back like a puppet that had lost its support, and he lost consciousness in an instant.
"Xiao Gang!!!"
Seeing this, Liu Erlong's face changed drastically and he screamed 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.
(End of this chapter)