22: Chapter 22 Tang San's Eight Spider Spears! He's already courting death!

It wasn't just Tang San.

Not far away, Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled again.

She felt that the Hell Civet Spirit inside her body actually let out a mournful cry, as if it had encountered the King of All Beasts, curling up in a corner and shivering.

Ning Rongrong’s Glazed Pagoda in her hand dimmed, and even its spinning speed slowed down.

Dai Mubai, standing below the stage, also felt a tightness in his chest. His Spirit was being suppressed fiercely, making it difficult even to breathe.

At this moment, the entire arena was shaken.

In the VIP seats.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been sitting calmly, suddenly stood up. He gripped the railing tightly, his cloudy eyes wide open.

“What kind of Spirit is this?!”

“It can completely suppress Little San’s Spirit, and even exert a suppressive effect on everyone’s Spirits?”

As the Master, renowned for his invincible theories, Yu Xiaogang had studied Spirits for decades and believed he understood the characteristics of every Spirit in the world.

But he had never seen, nor ever heard of, such an overbearing existence.

Not even the Clear Sky Hammer, nor the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, could make other Spirits fear and retreat merely by their aura.

“This isn't scientific! There is absolutely no record of this in the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of the Spirit world!”

Yu Xiaogang's worldview was severely impacted at this moment.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing beside him, exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

“Uncle Jian, can you tell what that is?” Ning Fengzhi asked in a deep voice.

Chen Xin took a deep breath. His face, usually as still as an ancient well, was now filled with solemnity.

“I cannot discern it.”

“But I can feel that the quality of that Spirit is likely above my Seven Kill Sword.”

“Perhaps even... above that legendary Angel Spirit.”

In another, more secluded VIP room.

Xue Qinghe was still holding the teacup, but half the water in it had already spilled.

His golden eyes flickered with an unprecedented light.

“chaos green lotus...”

“The Spirit mentioned in the diary, one that surpasses the rules of this world.”

“At least a God-level Spirit, or perhaps... one of the Creator God level?”

She took a deep breath.

This Qin Feng was truly a monster among monsters.

In a corner of the audience stands.

Liu Erlong helped the bruised and battered Xiao Wu sit down.

Xiao Wu ignored the pain in her body, staring intently at the green lotus on the stage, her eyes full of terror.

As a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast, her perception was countless times sharper than a human’s.

In front of that lotus flower, she felt her hundred thousand years of cultivation was simply a joke.

“What is that Spirit... Third Brother’s Blue Silver Grass is completely useless.”

Xiao Wu’s voice trembled.

On the stage.

Tang San gritted his teeth so hard that a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

It was an internal injury caused by the backlash from his Spirit.

“I don’t believe it!”

Tang San was unwilling to accept it.

How could he lose to someone who only relied on brute force and this inexplicable Spirit suppression?

“Ghost Shadow Labyrinth Steps!”

Since his Spirit was suppressed, he would use a Tang Sect ultimate skill!

Tang San’s footwork shifted, and his figure rushed toward Qin Feng like a phantom.

Several Bone Piercing Nails were concealed in his hand, ready to be launched at any moment.

“Still haven't learned your lesson.”

Qin Feng looked at the charging Tang San, a trace of impatience flashing in his eyes.

The moment Tang San lunged close, the Soul Power on Qin Feng’s body suddenly erupted.

Level forty-seven.

The tsunami-like fluctuation of Soul Power instantly enveloped Tang San.

Before Tang San could even throw his hidden weapons, Qin Feng’s palm had already struck out.

This palm looked light and airy, yet it seemed to contain immense power, sealing off all of Tang San’s retreat paths.

Slap!

A crisp slapping sound echoed throughout the arena.

Half of Tang San’s relatively handsome face instantly swelled up. He spun three times in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Pfft.

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

This time, it included two broken teeth.

“Third Brother!”

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong cried out simultaneously.

In their minds, Tang San had always been synonymous with meticulous planning, calmness, and strength.

But today, in front of this Qin Feng, he looked like a child who hadn't learned to walk yet, being picked up and beaten.

Yu Xiaogang watched, his eyes splitting with rage, feeling so heartbroken he could barely breathe.

“Little San!”

Liu Erlong was also shocked. The ever-confident Little San was actually unable to fight back at all?

On the stage.

Tang San struggled to get up, half his face horribly swollen. The anger in his eyes was almost enough to burn away his reason.

His reputation was ruined.

In front of tens of thousands of spectators, in front of Xiao Wu, and in front of everyone from Shrek, he was slapped like a dog.

This humiliation was harder to bear than death.

“You forced me to do this...”

Tang San’s voice was hoarse, filled with hysterical madness.

He suddenly lowered his head, and the clothes on his back instantly burst open.

Crack, crack.

A grating sound of friction between bones echoed.

Eight thick, purplish-black legs burst forth from the vertebrae on his back.

Each leg was over three meters long, shimmering entirely with a purplish-black luster. The tips were sharp as spears, emitting a nauseating, sickly-sweet aroma.

The Eight Spider Lances.

Tang San’s greatest trump card, an external Spirit Bone!

With the appearance of the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San’s aura instantly surged. The chilling poisonous gas even caused the surrounding air to distort.

“That is... a Spirit Bone?!”

On the second-floor VIP seats.

Xue Qinghe’s eyebrows raised slightly.

“A Spirit Bone? And an external Spirit Bone at that.”

“It seems Tang San is quite lucky; he’s somewhat interesting.”

“However, in the face of absolute strength, this thing probably won’t play any role in turning the tide.”

Below the stage.

When Yu Xiaogang saw this scene, the shock on his face instantly turned into wild ecstasy and pride.

He pointed at Tang San on the stage and loudly said to those around him:

“That is an external Spirit Bone! One of the most precious existences among Spirit Bones, second only to a hundred thousand year spirit bone!”

“Little San obtained this when he hunted the Man-Faced Demon Spider in the Star Dou Great Forest. If not for my theoretical guidance back then, he wouldn't have been able to absorb it.”

“This Spirit Bone carries potent poison and can devour the enemy's vitality. Once pierced, even an immortal cannot save them!”

Liu Erlong looked at Yu Xiaogang with adoration.

“Xiao Gang, you are truly amazing. You could even help Little San obtain such a treasure, and yet you weren't tempted yourself. Such character is rare in this world.”

Flender pushed up his glasses, a glint flashing in his shrewd little eyes.

“Little San has revealed his trump card; this match is definitely secured.”

“It looks like the money I bet will double.”

“Going all-in is indeed a form of wisdom.”

...

On the stage.

Tang San was now suspended in mid-air, supported by the Eight Spider Lances, looking down at Qin Feng.

With the enhancement of the external Spirit Bone, the feeling of suppression and fear from before finally dissipated somewhat.

He regained his confidence.

“Qin Feng, you can be proud to have forced out my Eight Spider Lances.”

“But this match ends here!”

Tang San said coldly, the Eight Spider Lances gleaming menacingly like the scythes of death.