Douluo Continent: A new system every month, starting by tricking Tang San.

Chapter 60: White gun goes in, yellow gun comes out, I'll stab your shit bag!

That's within the rules.

In their minds, Tang San was clearly the kind of person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

In order to achieve their first victory in the Soul Arena, it's not surprising that they would resort to any underhanded means.

In addition, even Gu Xian, who rarely swears, couldn't help but swear.

The main problem is that Tang Sanqian's actions were truly inhuman!

In the distant stands, Flander and Zhao Wuji looked at each other in bewilderment.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

I'm completely speechless.

They simply couldn't believe that Tang San could do something like this in the Soul Arena.

Right now, what Flander wants most is to get that guy to take off the Shrek mask from his face.

This shameless person is actually from Shrek Academy.

If this gets out, he'll really lose all face.

Flander turned his head with an unfriendly expression to look at Yu Xiaogang, who was equally dumbfounded and confused, with a questioning look on his face.

He now strongly suspects that Tang San's underhanded trick was taught by Yu Xiaogang.

As the saying goes, the kind of master you have determines the kind of disciple you become.

Could this also be part of Yu Xiaogang's theory of invincibility?

You know what, this is actually pretty damn awesome.

If Tang San were to lie on the ground and roll around a couple more times now...

Not to mention that his opponent was a level 23 Great Soul Master.

Even a titled Douluo would have to think twice before attacking Tang San.

That thing can't be ignored just because you have high soul power.

Unless you can guarantee that you are far enough away that you won't be able to hit anything even if you try to attack.

Tang San now has two choices.

The first option is to go all out and completely defeat the opponent in front of you.

But he will definitely be very active.

In that case, one's image would certainly be ruined.

He might even become famous overnight.

After all, he developed diarrhea when participating in the Soul Battle.

This is the first person in history to achieve this!

If things go wrong, it might end up in history books.

There is a second option: to simply concede defeat and then slowly walk off the stage.

In this way, although we lose the battle spirit, we can still save face.

No one will notice that he has diarrhea.

Yu Xiaogang's mind is now completely blank.

He naturally heard the whispers and comments from the other spectators around him.

His disciple Tang San

He actually got beaten so badly he shit himself!

Yu Xiaogang looked up at the Soul Arena, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

The situation on the field doesn't seem to be over yet.

Normally, such an explosive and outrageous thing would happen.

He originally thought the fighting would stop.

But just now, Yu Xiaogang saw Tang San move with his own eyes.

At this moment, Tang San had already accepted reality.

Nothing could be worse than his current situation.

He completely disregarded his current image.

Although the pants were torn, the mask was still on.

That would be equivalent to being fully armed.

Tang San gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and started swinging!

Since the staff at the Grand Arena didn't say anything, it proves that the battle is still ongoing!

"Blue-silver entanglement!"

Several vines sprouted unexpectedly from Tang San's feet.

He lunged at the yellow-robed man in front of him at an extremely fast speed.

However, the Blue Silver Grass at this time is not the same as the Blue Silver Grass before.

It's obvious that something was added to it.

This will add a layer of magical attack to its existing physical attack.

Its power has increased dramatically!

Just now, in order to avoid the blast radius, the man in the yellow robe almost jumped directly out of the arena.

Fortunately, he ran fast and successfully dodged the explosion.

Then, he just stood there, stunned.

He really didn't expect that his shot would make that kid's shit come out.

He had once heard an old saying.

A white knife goes in, a yellow knife comes out.

I'll stab your shit bag.

Who would have thought that I would actually see it today?

He shot himself in, and now the tip of the gun has turned yellow.

It does indeed match.

The man in the yellow robe looked utterly disgusted.

His own martial spirit, the Chrysanthemum Spear, had been contaminated by such filth.

In other words, he has good mental fortitude.

Otherwise, it would have come out directly.

Just then, dozens of yellowish-green vines, each as thick as a forearm, rushed over at high speed.

Because the distance between the two is not close at this moment.

Therefore, the man in the yellow robe reacted and decisively took action.

"Sizzle—~!"

He moved swiftly with the gun in his right hand, the gleaming tip of the gun drawing a series of sparks across the ground.

Just then, the Blue Silver Grass arrived about ten feet in front of him.

A flash of cold light passed by, and wherever the spear passed, the Blue Silver Grass was instantly severed.

But then, drops of an unidentified mixture of liquid and solid sprayed towards the man in the yellow robe.

He tried his best to dodge, but he still got splashed on.

Suddenly, my stomach churned.

"Whoosh—~!"

He leaned on the gun and spat it out.

I almost threw up everything I ate yesterday.

That's absolutely disgusting.

In all his life, he had never encountered such a disgusting Soul Master.

Today is only my first day in Soto.

I was thinking of coming to the Grand Arena to have some fun.

Who would have thought we'd run into something like this!

Now I finally know why that kid on the other side wore a mask in battle.

This is such a shameless and underhanded trick.

If I don't hide my identity, I'll probably get beaten to death once I leave the Soto Arena!

Although his martial soul is the Chrysanthemum Spear.

But he has always believed it to be the kind of chrysanthemum that blooms in profusion and can be used to make tea.

Who would have thought it would be this kind of chrysanthemum?

Could it be that he accidentally discovered the true meaning of his martial spirit?

For a moment, a somewhat perverse and insane idea popped into his mind.

"Whoosh—~!"

Just then, five or six blue silver grasses, as if they were enchanted, rushed over again.

The man in the yellow robe suppressed his discomfort and gripped the gun.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me!"

A hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

His eyes were already fixed on the disgusting bunch of things within a three-zhang radius around Tang San.

In his view, dealing with someone as disgusting as Tang San was a difficult task.

It has to be even more disgusting than dealing with it.

His martial spirit is a long spear, which he can use to get close to enemies.

Within five meters, they are within his attack range.

"The situation on the field was somewhat unexpected, but..."

"The battle between the two sides seems to be ongoing, and it's quite exciting!"

At that moment, the host in the audience took on the role of commentator.

Because he discovered that, despite the harsh conditions, the battles in the Soul Arena were still ongoing.

"Holy crap, that's awesome!"

"Hahaha, I've really seen something new today!"

"You know what, buying this ticket today was definitely worth it!"

"interesting."

After the somewhat comical interlude, the atmosphere in the room was reignited, and it actually entered another small climax.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the man in the yellow robe charged out with his gun.

Their target is Tang San!

(End of this chapter)