NABC Chapter 88: Is it the Blue Silver Grass that's useless, or the person who taught you?
Chapter 88: Is it the Blue Silver Grass that's useless, or the person who taught you?
Chapter 88: Is it the Blue Silver Grass that's useless, or the person who taught you?
"Hahaha!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan paused for a moment, then looked up and burst into laughter.
The laughter was mocking and cold, carrying a barely perceptible killing intent.
"Of course he'll treat you well. Without you, who will he rely on to prove his distorted theory of martial souls?" After a moment of silence, Tang Chuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he sneered.
"Hey, you don't really think your teacher is such a sentimental person, do you?"
"You should ask your good teacher how many years he's been away from his family. In all these years, has he ever gone back to visit his father even once?"
"Do you really think someone who can be so heartless and ungrateful even to their own family would be kind to you without any ulterior motive?!"
Tang San's expression changed slightly, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice:
"Although my teacher never told me what family he was born into, he did say that he didn't go back to his family because he wanted to wait until he had achieved success and become famous throughout the continent before returning."
"Only then will he have the face to face his family and the right to go back and visit his father."
"Is his face really that important?" Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan shook his head, sneered, and continued with a sarcastic tone.
"How many decades does one have in a lifetime? Does he intend to wait until his father dies before going back to visit him? A bowl of water in life is worth more than a thousand piles of ashes at his grave! What Yu Laogou calls 'face' is, in the end, just selfishness and cowardice; he only knows how to run away from problems!"
"To put it bluntly, in terms of responsibility, he's not even as good as a woman!"
Upon hearing Tang Chuan's words, the master, who had been lying weakly on the ground, suddenly raised his head, stared at the young man wearing a demon mask, and roared in impotent rage:
"Tang Chuan! I never expected it to be you, you little bastard!"
"You...you actually dared to hit me? After all, I did instruct you for two days back at Notting Academy, so I'm practically your teacher."
"As the saying goes, 'A teacher for a day is a father for life.'"
"Hitting me is like hitting your own father. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and he said with a hint of speechlessness:
"Old dog Yu, you're shameless enough to frighten even ghosts. You wouldn't even lend me a book on identifying spirit beasts when I asked you before, and now you dare to brazenly claim you've guided me for two days?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Chuan suddenly raised his foot and slammed it down again.
"ah--!"
The master let out a painful cry, foamed at the mouth, and began to convulse violently.
"stop!!!"
Seeing this, Tang San's face turned ashen, and he roared again.
Immediately afterwards, he moved swiftly, stepping on the Ghostly Shadow Trail, and transformed into a blur as he pounced on Tang Chuan.
At the same time, all three of his spirit rings lit up.
"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"
With a low shout, Tang San swung his right hand, and the Blue Silver Grass shot out from his palm like a venomous snake, sweeping towards Tang Chuan with the force of tearing through the air.
Looking at the blue silver grass winding towards him, Tang Chuan stood quietly in place, his expression unchanged, without even moving a step.
He didn't even defend or resist, letting Tang San's Blue Silver Grass wrap around his body—arms, waist, abdomen, and...legs.
Then, looking at the Blue Silver Grass, he slowly injected the toxin into his body!
Why didn't you dodge?
Upon seeing this, Tang San was startled and also very puzzled.
He never expected that his brother would not resist!
Looking down at the blue silver grass entwined around him, Tang Chuan sighed first, then a faint disappointment flashed in his eyes as he said:
"Is this all your Blue Silver Grass, which is born with full soul power, can do?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly and sniffed the scent of the Blue Silver Grass.
"Yes, it does...contain a little toxin."
"But how much damage can this little bit of toxin do to you?"
"I said back then that the most outstanding characteristic of Blue Silver Grass is its vitality, that kind of immortal and indestructible vitality."
"But you insist on listening to Old Dog Yu and abandoning the core advantages and characteristics of Blue Silver Grass as a plant-based martial soul, in order to add that so-called poison attribute? Blue Silver Grass is already weak in the early stages, how much poison do you think it can inherit from a soul beast?"
"To abandon the essence in pursuit of quick results is utterly foolish!"
At this point, Tang Chuan's tone suddenly turned cold, sounding both reproachful and disdainful.
Upon hearing this,
Tang San's face instantly turned ashen, his anger almost bursting from his eyes as he roared, "You're lying! My poison... how could it not work?!"
"Brother, you forced me to do this!"
With a sudden grit of his teeth, Tang San's three spirit rings shone brightly once again.
The toxins from the Datura stramonium and the human-faced spider, along with the corrosive properties of the ghost vine, merged together and frantically invaded Tang Chuan's body along the Blue Silver Grass vine.
But in the next second.
Suddenly, a dazzling blue-gold light shone from Tang Chuan's body!
boom--!
Suddenly, a vast and powerful life force erupted within him, like a surging spring tide or a withered tree regenerating, instantly engulfing all the erosion and damage caused by the toxins.
"What?"
"My poison didn't cause any harm at all?"
"This...how is this possible?"
Staring in astonishment at the scene before him, Tang San exclaimed in disbelief.
He discovered that Tang Chuan's skin, which should have turned black and rotted, was completely unharmed, without even a trace of the corrosive toxins.
"Your poison is too weak."
"To me, it's like a small snake biting a whale—almost negligible. Weak, utterly weak!"
Looking down at his arms, which were entangled in vines, Tang Chuan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his voice calm yet carrying an absolute sense of suppression and contempt.
next second.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
The blue-gold light around him suddenly condensed, and he was jolted!
"boom!"
As an astonishing surge of soul power erupted from Tang Chuan's body, the air currents in the air instantly twisted, and powerful energy fluctuations swept in all directions like a tidal wave!
The blue silver grass vines that were originally tightly wrapped around him.
It collapsed instantly under this impact.
Like a fragile, withered branch, it shattered into countless fragments and scattered in all directions.
Finally, they broke off one by one and fell to the ground.
"Your current Blue Silver Grass can neither restrict me, nor cause me any harm, nor can it restore its own condition."
"Useless, utterly useless."
"I really don't know, is it because your Blue Silver Grass, which has innate full soul power, is too useless? Or is it because your teacher is useless!?"
"Mistress, do you know what? You could have endless replies with your right hand and endless attacks with your left, but now you've ended up like this. It's just pathetic..."
"If we turn back now, there might still be a chance to salvage the situation!"
…………
The fight just now had already plunged the entire Seventh Division Soul Arena into chaos.
The audience was bustling with people, and exclamations and murmurs rose and fell.
"What's going on? Someone actually dares to have a private duel in the Soul Arena?"
"They're fighting so fiercely, it looks like they're going to fight to the death!"
Just as everyone was in astonishment.
Supervisor Ao of the Great Soul Arena finally arrived in a hurry with several law enforcement officers.
Manager Ao's face darkened as he surveyed the mess in the arena, and he shouted sternly, "What are you doing? This is the Grand Soul Arena, not a place for your private duels!"
"If you don't stop, don't blame me for expelling you from the Soto Grand Arena and banning you from participating in any battles here forever!"
His voice was like thunder, causing a stir among the surrounding crowd.
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Tang San and the others in the arena, pointing and whispering.
Meanwhile, outside the Great Soul Arena...
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared at the entrance.
It was a slightly blurry ghostly figure, accompanied by gusts of cold wind and an aura that was icy and bone-chilling.
The next second, the ghostly figure slowly solidified, both illusory and real—it was none other than Ghost Douluo!
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