Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

pain!

The torment of having the wound torn open while simultaneously being stopped by high temperatures is ten times more painful than a simple knife wound.

After a dozen or so lashes, Ma Hongjun's team uniform was reduced to shreds flying everywhere. He could no longer maintain his Phoenix Wing Soaring stance, and like a plucked fat quail, he plummeted straight down from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the arena.

Qian San did not stop. Several crimson steel whips wrapped around Ma Hongjun's legs like snakes, hanging him upside down in mid-air, and lashed him up several more times.

"I give up! I give up!"

Ma Hongjun was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face. He clutched his battered buttocks tightly with both hands and screamed hysterically.

Upon hearing the surrender, Qian San finally dispersed the soul power in his hands.

The crimson metallic vines instantly turned into a pool of silver liquid, retracting into his palm. He looked at Ma Hongjun, who was sprawled on the ground like a rag doll, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "You fatso are quite clever. Knowing that this whip is hot, you stopped the bleeding while you were whipping him. So you wouldn't bleed to death on stage."

Ma Hongjun was in so much pain that he was almost unconscious, and his vision was blurring. His clothes had long been pulverized by the steel whip, especially his buttocks, where the skin was torn and charred black.

Lying on the stage, half-naked and under the gaze of tens of thousands, the fear of social death instantly overcame the pain. Ma Hongjun scrambled to his feet, clutching his bare buttocks tightly with both hands, tears streaming down his face as he ran frantically off the stage.

"You...you just wait!"

After uttering a harmless but harsh remark, Ma Hongjun plunged into Shrek's rest area.

...........

Ma Hongjun tumbled and crawled into the Shrek Academy rest area, clutching his charred buttocks tightly with both hands, gasping for breath in pain.

Dai Mubai had just recovered from the shadow of Yu Rongrong and was so frustrated he wanted to kill someone when he looked up and bumped into the fat man's face. The pent-up anger from his crushing defeat miraculously dissipated when he saw the tattered cloth fluttering in the wind and the wounds that had been forcibly burned and solidified after the skin was torn open.

That's how people are. When they're down on their luck, seeing someone around them who's in a worse or more miserable situation instantly helps them regain their balance.

Dai Mubai forcibly suppressed the slight upturn of his lips, pulled off a large cloak and covered Ma Hongjun with it, patting his back to comfort him, "Alright, Fatty, victory and defeat are common in war, hurry up and go to the back to apply the medicine."

But the slight tremor in his shoulders as he suppressed a laugh betrayed his true thoughts at that moment.

Tang San sat at the very front, his gaze fixed intently on Qian San on the stage.

He comforted Ma Hongjun for a couple of minutes, then stood up and stopped Xiao Wu, who was about to step forward.

The opponent, Qian San, is ruthless and acts without any scruples. Xiao Wu has just recovered from a serious illness; if she were to be injured by him on stage, it would be something Tang San absolutely could not accept.

He dared not take that risk.

As for going up himself, he didn't have many concerns. With the divine test in hand, he didn't believe the other party would dare to kill him.

Stepping onto the stone steps, Tang San walked step by step onto the arena.

The two faced each other from a distance.

The wind blew across the field, and Tang San stared at the composed young man opposite him, his lips moving slightly.

"How did you do that?"

A seemingly random sentence, yet it was filled with intense jealousy and resentment. Why was it that, despite being of similar age and possessing unparalleled skills and twin martial souls, he was constantly being overshadowed by this person in front of him?

Qian San was taken aback, seemingly not expecting to hear such a question on the field. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Tang San.

"What's wrong?"

"You expect me to teach you?"

Tang San's face darkened, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He shook his head.

"Enough talk, let's fight."

Before the words were even finished, the dark purple Blue Silver Grass spread wildly along the ground, covering half the arena in the blink of an eye. These vines were thicker than before, their barbs shimmering with a ghostly blue light.

Tang San waved his hands repeatedly, manipulating the vines to strangle Qian San from all directions.

He no longer cared about winning or losing this match.

He now has only one goal—as long as these poisonous barbs can cut even a tiny bit of Qian San's flesh, he can take the opportunity to greedily absorb the soul power and life force from the other party's body.

Using a match he was destined to lose to improve his cultivation was a sure-fire way for Tang San to make a profit.

Seeing the overwhelming swarm of poisonous vines, Qian San did not dodge.

He slowly raised his right hand. The silvery-blue liquid metal that had been wrapped around his fingertips silently retracted into his body through his palm.

Tang San frowned slightly. What was he planning to do?

The next instant, Qian San clenched his right hand in the air.

The light elements floating in the space seemed to be summoned by some supreme authority, frantically converging towards his palm.

A dazzling longsword, forged entirely from light, appeared in Qian San's hand.

Tang San was completely dumbfounded.

Light attribute?

How is that possible!

In previous matches, Qian San had only demonstrated the strange physical and shape changes of liquid metal. When did he gain the ability of light attribute?

Before Tang San could figure it out, Qian San made his move.

As the first sword was unleashed, a lightsaber of the same origin formed in the void and hovered to the side.

Immediately following, a second sword strike followed. Two lightsabers stood erect, cutting through the air.

The third sword, three swords.

The fourth sword, four blades...

Qian San's movements weren't fast; in fact, they carried a strange rhythm. But in Tang San's eyes, this became the most terrifying death warrant. As Qian San continued to swing his longsword, the number of lightsabers above the arena increased exponentially in an unreasonable way.

Ten, twenty...

In just a few breaths, a hundred dazzling lightsabers hovered around Qian San like a dense array of swords raining down. The sharp sword intent shattered the air on the arena.

This is the "True Rain Sword Technique" taught by Qian Xunji.

Tang San knew long ago that he could no longer let him continue. This feeling was similar to the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique that his father had taught him, but what truly prevented Tang San from taking action was not the number of lightsabers.

It's temperature, not temperature.

After fusing with the right arm bone of the God-level Light Dragon King, Qian San's light attribute has completely transformed into ultimate light.

The ultimate light is the fire that burns all things.

As the number of lightsabers increased, the temperature on the arena began to soar. The bluestone floor crackled and popped from the heat, the air was severely distorted by the high temperature, and even visibility became blurred.

The Blue Silver Grass tide controlled by Tang San came to an abrupt stop more than ten meters away from Qian San.

The air in that area was so hot it was suffocating. As soon as the thick, dark purple vines ventured into the high-temperature zone, they spontaneously combusted, quickly igniting the surrounding blue silver grass.

"How could this be..." Tang San's throat went dry as he desperately tried to activate his soul power to maintain the Blue Silver Grass's activity. But he sadly discovered that his martial soul was as fragile as a bundle of dry firewood in the face of this intense heat.

His Blue Silver Grass has no fire immunity at all.