Chapter 233: If You Beat Tang San, You Can’t Beat Us!
On the arena stage, Jiang Li’er stood at the very center, her long golden hair fluttering in the breeze.
Her crimson eyes were filled with an arrogance that seemed to look down upon the entire world. With her hands planted firmly on her hips, she scanned her surroundings—looking every bit like a War God who had descended into the mortal realm.
Tang San stood at the very back, clutching his Clear Sky Hammer and adopting a combat stance; yet, he made no move whatsoever.
He gazed at Jiang Li’er, scrutinizing her closely, his eyes wide with shock.
This Jiang Li’er... wasn’t she the very same girl the Shrek Seven Devils had encountered back in the Star Dou Great Forest while hunting for Spirit Rings?
Back then, he hadn’t known who she was.
Now, he knew.
So it was her all along...
He should have realized it sooner!
Jiang Bai... Jiang Li’er...
Both of them were his sworn enemies!
Tang San’s hands tightened their grip on the Clear Sky Hammer until his knuckles turned white. Yet, his body was trembling ever so slightly.
Jiang Li’er spotted Tang San standing in the rear, and the corners of her lips curled upward slightly.
She beckoned to him with a hooked finger, taunting him arrogantly: "So you’re Tang San? Care to step up and give it a try?"
Her tone—her entire demeanor—made it seem as though she were merely teasing a little puppy.
Liu Fanghua and the other disciples from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect exchanged glances, then silently stepped aside to clear the path. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed this moment countless times.
If she beats up Tang San, then she can’t beat us up, right?
They were all thinking the exact same thing.
Tang San: "..."
A bunch of useless cowards!
He cursed them inwardly.
Yet, he couldn’t utter a single word aloud. For beneath the crushing weight of her Dragon Might, his body was utterly paralyzed—unable to move a muscle.
In the spectator stands, Ning Fengzhi witnessed this scene and his brows furrowed tightly. His expression turned terrifyingly grim.
He was seething with indignation.
Furious at their cowardice and incompetence.
Facing a mere Jiang Li’er, did they truly lack even the slightest shred of courage?
Even if the odds of victory were a mere one in ten thousand, couldn’t they at least put up a token resistance?
Just because she wanted to beat up Tang San, you lot obediently stepped aside and let her?!
For the sake of the sect’s honor, couldn’t you have at least put up a fight?! Ning Fengzhi let out a helpless sigh.
The morale of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s people had already begun to waver!
And once morale wavers, leading the team becomes an arduous task...
His gaze fell upon Tang San, who stood on the arena stage, then shifted to the disciples who had retreated to the sidelines; a profound sense of powerlessness welled up within his heart.
...
On the stage.
Jiang Li’er smiled faintly and gave a wave of her hand.
A colossal golden dragon silhouette materialized out of thin air!
The dragon silhouette was so vast it seemed to blot out the sky and sun; its scales were sharply defined, its whiskers fluttered in the breeze, and a pair of crimson dragon eyes looked down upon the entire arena, radiating a suffocatingly oppressive aura!
"Roar—!!!"
A majestic dragon roar resounded!
A terrifying dragon might swept down like a tangible force!
The sheer intensity of that pressure instantly engulfed the entire arena!
Liu Fanghua’s body went rigid in an instant!
She felt a surge of terror, rising from the very depths of her soul, instantly flood through her entire being! Her legs began to tremble!
The few disciples standing behind her fared even worse; they collapsed directly onto the ground, their faces ashen white!
As for Tang San, he gritted his teeth and struggled desperately to hold his ground. Yet, that oppressive force bore down upon him like a towering mountain! His knees began to buckle!
Suffering alongside them were the many Soul Masters with Beast Spirits who were watching the match from the stands.
Most notably, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Yuanzhen sat in his seat, his expression grim.
He was a Level 95 Titled Douluo, after all!
Yet, beneath the pressure of Jiang Li’er’s dragon might, even his own Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit was trembling!
What kind of bloodline suppression was this?!
A tempest of shock and disbelief raged within his heart.
After the last Soul Master Tournament concluded, Yu Luomian had returned and mentioned this to him in passing—claiming that Jiang Li’er’s Golden Dragon Spirit exerted an incredibly potent bloodline suppression over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit.
He hadn’t believed a word of it.
How could there possibly exist a Dragon Spirit in this world more powerful than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage had endured for millennia, a legacy that had inadvertently fostered a deep-seated sense of superiority within them.
They had always believed that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was the strongest Dragon Martial Soul.
Now, having witnessed it with his own eyes, Yu Yuanzhen finally believed Yu Luomian’s words.
In this world, there truly existed a Dragon Martial Soul even more powerful than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
A profound sense of powerlessness welled up within his heart.
...
On the arena stage.
Jiang Li’er withdrew her hands and turned her gaze toward Tang San.
Her hands slowly began to transform into dragon claws.
Golden scales enveloped her palms, and her five fingers morphed into menacing, razor-sharp talons; the tips of the claws gleamed with a chilling, lethal light.
She charged straight at Tang San.
With every step, she advanced like the very footsteps of the God of Death.
Tang San’s pupils constricted sharply!
He desperately channeled his Soul Power and executed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step!
His figure blurred into a streak of purple light, flashing rapidly to the side!
However, the moment he circulated his Soul Power, excruciating pain flared through his meridians once again!
The agony—feeling as though ten thousand arrows were piercing his heart—instantly distorted his movements!
Gritting his teeth, he endured the pain and pressed on.
Yet, given the disparity in their Soul Power levels—compounded by his existing injuries—he stood no chance of escaping Jiang Li’er’s clutches.
In an instant, Jiang Li’er’s figure materialized directly in front of him!
Her right dragon claw slashed downward!
"Rip—!"
"Aaaah—!!!"
Tang San let out a piercing scream of agony!
His chest was torn open by the dragon claw, leaving behind three hideous, gaping wounds! Blood gushed forth, staining his body crimson—the cuts were so deep that the bone beneath was laid bare!
Jiang Li’er glanced at her blood-stained dragon claw, then turned her gaze back to Tang San.
She recalled Jiang Bai’s earlier instruction: killing was strictly forbidden during the match.
She retracted her dragon claw, reverting her hand to a normal fist.
Although Jiang Li’er was no longer utilizing her Soul Power, her seemingly delicate frame—and those fair, slender fists—actually harbored a terrifying reserve of strength!
It was a physical power of absolute purity and extremity—a gift bestowed upon her by the bloodline of the Golden Dragon!
She unleashed a devastating punch!
"Thud—!"
Tang San was sent flying backward through the air!
Before he could even hit the ground, Jiang Li’er’s figure appeared before him once again!
She delivered a sharp uppercut!
"Thud—!"
Tang San was blasted high into the air! Jiang Li’er pushed off the ground with a powerful kick, soaring straight into the sky!
Her figure moved like a streak of golden lightning!
One punch!
Two punches!
Three punches!
...
Every punch landed with solid impact, resounding with loud thuds!
Mid-air, Tang San’s body completely lost its balance! He became nothing more than a human punching bag, pummeled relentlessly by Jiang Li’er’s fists, blow after blow!
Two and a half seconds!
A mere two and a half seconds!
Yet in that time, Tang San took thirty-six punches!
Each punch was charged with terrifying power!
Each punch left his internal organs churning violently!
Finally, Jiang Li’er delivered a crushing kick to Tang San’s abdomen!
"BAM—!!!"
Tang San’s body plummeted like a cannonball, smashing violently into the arena floor!
"CRASH—!!!"
The arena shook violently! Shards of stone flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the air!
A massive crater was gouged into the arena’s surface, with cracks spreading outward like a spiderweb!
Once the dust and smoke cleared...
The spectators saw Tang San lying in the crater—battered and bruised, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth and staining his chest.
His clothes were soaked through with blood; he looked as if he had just been fished out of a pool of gore.
He stared up at the azure sky with an expression of utter despair.
Only one thought occupied his mind:
Damn you, Ning Fengzhi and Liu Fanghua! Do you really want me dead?
Why haven’t you conceded yet?!
Witnessing Tang San’s wretched state, the crowd gasped in shock.
"Holy crap! Does Her Excellency the Golden Dragon have some kind of grudge against Tang San? She’s hitting him so hard!"
"Yeah, exactly! When she fought that Soul Douluo from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Her Excellency the Golden Dragon just knocked him flying with a single punch. But Tang San has taken so many hits!"
"Uh... hey guys, let’s look at this from a different angle: does this mean one Tang San is actually equivalent to over thirty Soul Douluos?"
"Hiss... Now that you mention it, that actually makes a lot of sense!"
"In Her Excellency the Golden Dragon’s eyes, a mere Soul King is actually worth more than thirty Soul Douluos! This Tang San guy is definitely no ordinary individual!"
"He who possesses Tang San, possesses the world!"
Murmurs of discussion rose and fell throughout the crowd. ...
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