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

Chapter 61 The Ultimate Secret of the Chrysanthemum Spear: The tip of the spear is covered in excrement; whoever it pierces will die!

The latter was clearly flustered.

Her Blue Silver Grass was utterly powerless against her opponent's spear.

It really breaks at the slightest touch.

Tang San felt that his soul power was already somewhat insufficient.

Let alone persisting in the next one-on-one battle.

After this battle, I'm afraid there won't be much soul power left in my body.

"Whoosh—~!"

Several strands of Blue Silver Grass, under Tang San's control, emerged from the ground and wrapped around the yellow-robed man's feet.

Then the latter swung his spear lightly, and the Blue Silver Grass was cut in half.

In the blink of an eye, they had arrived five zhang away from Tang San.

Tang San clenched his fist.

He was already holding his breath.

They move freely by relying on the circulation of the Xuan Tian Gong within their bodies.

Although I may be more accepting than others.

But his current position can be described as being right in the middle.

They must withstand attacks from all sides at the same time.

If you don't hold your breath, you simply can't hold on.

Tang San is now gambling; he's betting that his opponent won't dare to enter the area around him.

He was right; most people really wouldn't dare.

But Tang San never imagined that he was about to face a ruthless and insane person.

Sure enough, after rushing to a distance of about four zhang from Tang San, the man in the yellow robe stopped.

He frowned, staring at the vast expanse of filth before him, and his stomach churned again.

But this time he held back.

"Whoosh—~!"

The next instant, the tip of the gun traced a semi-circle on the ground.

Then, amidst the horrified gazes of the audience...

The man in the yellow robe actually pointed the tip of his spear at the filth in front of everyone.

They even rolled the nozzle to make it look more even.

This is the ultimate secret of his own martial spirit, the Chrysanthemum Spear, which he has just comprehended!

If the tip of a gun is covered in shit, whoever it stabs will die!

"What?!"

Tang San was shocked. He never expected that his opponent would be so insane!

This is absolutely outrageous!

The audience below the stage was already in an uproar.

"That guy's ruthless!"

"How novel!"

"You know what, most people would have given up and stopped fighting long ago. It's quite rare for them to even meet!"

Gu Xian and Dai Mubai had long since lost their patience with the sight.

Such a battle spirit is truly an eyesore, and it's also incredibly nauseating.

As for Flander and Zhao Wuji, they managed to overcome their physical discomfort by relying on their soul power.

Yu Xiaogang, standing beside them, had turned a deep green.

It was as if he had eaten the shit that Tang San made on the Soul Arena.

Because he knew about Tang San's battle of souls.

After making a complete fool of themselves, they're probably still going to lose.

He clearly could not accept this result.

Sure enough, the man in the yellow robe now had a significant advantage.

Once they got close, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass couldn't exert any advantage.

They could only rely on the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Tang Clan's unique martial arts to fight him hand-to-hand.

However, the attack range of the spear is much greater than that of Tang San's legs and feet.

In addition, the Chrysanthemum Spear is now enchanted.

Its attack power instantly increased by several levels.

Tang San was even more unable to withstand it.

"Whoosh—~!"

Tang San, who had been holding his breath, suddenly began to breathe heavily.

He was fine when he wasn't panting, but when he did, he almost fainted.

A crazed smile crept across the man in the yellow robe.

He stared intently at Tang San like a wolf eyeing its prey.

The latter's hair stood on end, and he shuddered.

"First Soul Skill - Fearless Charge!"

"Second Soul Skill, Wind Slash and Lightning Thrust!"

The man in the yellow robe lit up both of his spirit rings at the same time.

Then he suddenly turned the direction of the spear in his hand.

With the spearhead pointing forward, he took a quick step.

In just one second, he was close to Tang San.

Then he thrust out with his spear.

"Pfft—~!"

Tang San couldn't dodge in time and fell to the ground with a scream.

Fortunately, this time he didn't turn back and run away.

Otherwise, if they get exposed again, they might be completely ruined.

He used to look somewhat human, but now he's rolled around twice like this.

It looked extremely eerie.

The torment was both physical and mental.

Victory is no longer an option.

Tang San staggered to his feet.

He's reached a new level of utter disarray.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Tang San staggered off the Soul Arena.

He chose to admit defeat.

Wherever it passed, no one could be seen within a radius of ten feet.

They were all hiding further and further away than the last.

It's fine to watch the excitement, but don't let the excitement end up on yourself.

"The battle is over!"

Just then, the host's voice rang out again throughout the venue.

"The Soul Master 'Shrek No. 8' walked off the Soul Arena on his own, which means he has conceded defeat and forfeited the match!"

"Now I announce!"

"The Soul Master 'Chrysanthemum Letter' wins!"

With the help of a loudspeaker, the host's voice resounded in every corner of this arena.

But the audience clearly felt that the show was not quite over yet.

They all shook their heads and sighed.

Such a dramatic battle of souls ended in this way.

It's really a pity.

But most people still felt that today's tickets were worth buying.

It was absolutely worth it!

"If I remember correctly, there seem to be quite a few other people wearing the same mask as that kid on the field just now, right?"

Among the audience were some spectators who had seen Shrek Academy students outside the Soul Arena before.

Their unique attire attracted some people at the time.

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? I saw them at the Soul Arena yesterday."

A middle-aged man, beaming, pointed to the area not far from the Soul Arena where Dai Mubai and the others were gathered, and continued,

"Look at that group of people wearing the same mask; they're probably all from the same faction."

"Apart from this outrageous guy today, everyone else seems pretty good."

"Hiss—~!"

"Is this some kind of deliberate prank?"

The other person immediately shared their guess.

They had heard of useless Soul Masters, and they had heard of evil Soul Masters.

But I've never heard of such a disgusting Soul Master before.

The two men were not far from Flander, and Flander overheard their conversation word for word.

Flander's face was truly grim at that moment.

Tang San lost more than just face today.

There were also seven other Shrek Academy students who wore the same mask as him.

That's how rumors spread.

As the saying goes, "three men can make a tiger."

Moreover, the more it was spread, the more bizarre it became.

Who knows what kind of rumors they'll spread in the end?

"Yu Xiaogang, let's just forget about the other things from before."

"But you must give me an explanation for what happened today!"

Flander turned his head and glared at Yu Xiaogang, showing him no mercy whatsoever.

"I"

The latter swallowed hard, wanting to retort.

But after trying to think it through for a long time, he couldn't utter a single word.

Yu Xiaogang is the culprit behind Tang San's current farcical situation.

But given his personality, he would never admit it to himself.

(End of this chapter)