Soul Land: Full Body Martial Soul

As the two combatants remained locked in their intense physical battle, Tang San suddenly shifted his stance. Countless Blue Silver Grass vines erupted from the ground, encircling Yang Xiong from every direction. This was Tang San's first spirit skill: Bind.

Clearly, after fighting for so long, Tang San had realized that victory through skill alone was unlikely. He began employing his spirit skills in earnest.

The spectators exchanged puzzled glances. Why had Tang San waited until now to use his spirit skills against Yang Xiong? Was he holding back? Or did he have another strategy?

Despite Yang Xiong's exceptional reaction speed, the Blue Silver Grass completely enveloped both his feet. Like venomous serpents, the vines possessed greatly enhanced tenacity and incredible binding force.

Moreover, the Blue Silver Grass had developed tentacle-like appendages that struck directly at Yang Xiong's skin. Unfortunately, they met his silver-tinted skin as if striking metal, unable to penetrate.

Yang Xiong roared with fury, and a silver aura burst from his body. His entire being exploded outward like a bomb, unleashing immense power that shattered the binding Blue Silver Grass.

Unexpectedly, the shattered Blue Silver Grass released some kind of toxin, causing a momentary wave of dizziness.

Tang San's face lit up with joy as he attacked swiftly, believing Yang Xiong had succumbed to the poison.

But Tang San had clearly overestimated his advantage. The Blue Silver Grass's poison held no effect on Yang Xiong, whose body had been tempered through ice and fire.

The instant Tang San approached, Yang Xiong launched a surprise counterattack. His heavy punch connected directly with Tang San's chest, sending him flying more than ten meters. Tang San crashed into the ground, creating a small crater approximately one meter wide.

After a few seconds, Tang San quickly rose from the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Tang San's confusion was evident. "Yang Xiong, my Blue Silver Grass carries poison. I didn't expect you to be immune. How is this possible?"

Yang Xiong smiled calmly. "Sorry, Tang San. I've been tempering my body since childhood, experiencing all manner of toxins. The Blue Silver Grass's poison poses no threat to me."

Tang San suddenly smiled in return. "Yang Xiong, your combat strength exceeds my expectations, especially your physical constitution. I admit I'm inferior in that regard. But you've also miscalculated."

Yang Xiong felt puzzled until he sensed soul power fluctuations surrounding him. Countless Blue Silver Grass vines rapidly sprouted around his body, instantly enveloping him completely.

This was Tang San's second spirit skill: Parasite. His first skill hadn't been meant to defeat Yang Xiong, but rather to release parasitic spores. He had been preparing all this time to launch this assault, hoping to overwhelm Yang Xiong immediately.

Countless Blue Silver Grass vines instantly engulfed Yang Xiong, trapping his entire form in an ocean of vegetation. All the vines sprouted sharp thorns, attempting to pierce his skin.

Tang San increased his soul power output, making the Blue Silver Grass dense and numerous, forming a giant sphere.

"Yang Xiong, you're completely surrounded by my Blue Silver Grass," Tang San declared confidently. "Just admit defeat."

But in that instant, Yang Xiong's figure vanished from within the Blue Silver Grass, appearing directly before Tang San to deliver a full-force punch.

Though Tang San reacted quickly, using his Mysterious Jade Hand to block the attack, Yang Xiong's tremendous force sent him flying once again.

Yang Xiong looked at Tang San, who had blood at his mouth, and shook his head. "Tang San, you avoided using spirit skills against me because you knew about my teleportation ability, correct? If you had continued fighting with physical strength and combat techniques, I wouldn't have injured you so easily. But using two spirit skills consecutively consumed too much soul power and stamina. Your body can't match my speed anymore."

Tang San wiped the blood away. "That's right. I avoided spirit skills precisely because I knew you could teleport. I didn't expect you to escape even after I released the spores and trapped your entire body. It seems I miscalculated."

He continued with grudging respect. "What surprised me even more was your skin and defensive capabilities. I originally intended to pierce your skin with the Blue Silver Grass. Even with strong defense, the poison should have depleted your soul power."

Yang Xiong smiled knowingly. "I recall mentioning that I can function as a Power Attack, Agility Attack, and Defense-type soul master. For a Defense-type soul master, this level of poison poses no threat."

"Now that you've used two spirit skills consecutively, I imagine your remaining soul power is quite limited."

Determination flashed across Tang San's face. "Though my soul power consumption far exceeds yours, don't forget—I still have my third spirit skill."

Tang San's third spirit ring illuminated, and countless Blue Silver Grass vines instantly manifested within a radius of dozens of meters. They covered nearly the entire Spirit Battle Arena stage, including Tang San himself within their attack range.

This was Tang San's third spirit skill: Blue Silver Plant Prison.

Tang San's intention was clear: he would exhaust all his soul power attempting to decide victory with one move. If Yang Xiong teleported beyond this range, it would mean leaving the stage—equivalent to admitting defeat.

Countless Blue Silver Grass vines attacked Yang Xiong. Their speed far exceeded previous attempts, and each vine's tip had become razor-sharp, resembling the Hurricane Mantis's scythe-like forelegs.

The concentration of Blue Silver Grass around Tang San was especially dense, all poised to attack.

A smile played at Yang Xiong's lips as his entire body turned silver, including his skin and muscles. He continuously launched punches at the approaching Blue Silver Grass.

Yang Xiong shattered countless vines, but even more surged toward him. This technique proved more powerful than he'd anticipated. Faint traces of blood appeared on his silver fists—the Hurricane Mantis had indeed made the Blue Silver Grass extremely sharp.

This third spirit skill's offensive power was genuinely formidable. Earlier, Dai Mubai had simultaneously employed both White Tiger Barrier and White Tiger Vajra Transformation, yet still failed to block Tang San's assault.

But in that instant, Yang Xiong's figure vanished, reappearing directly before Tang San.

Tang San seemed prepared for this. All surrounding Blue Silver Grass immediately attacked, the air itself torn by their passage.

Yet Yang Xiong showed no fear. This time, he abandoned his powerful fists. Countless streams of soul power instantly gathered in his hand, forming a blue sphere—the Rasengan.

Compared to his previous uses, this Rasengan appeared significantly larger. While his usual Rasengan measured only about fifteen centimeters, this one matched a basketball's size.

The Rasengan and Blue Silver Plant Prison collided instantly. Countless Blue Silver Grass vines shattered into fragments. Though Tang San desperately resisted with his Mysterious Jade Hand, even that defense crumbled. Yang Xiong's Rasengan struck Tang San heavily, driving him to the ground as blood spurted from his mouth.

All surrounding Blue Silver Grass lost control and gradually dissipated—their user injured and nearly unconscious.

Yu Xiaogang and Xiao Wu rushed to Tang San's side, Yu Xiaogang's face contorted with anger.

"Yang Xiong, why did you strike so heavily in a match between classmates?"

Yang Xiong glanced at Yu Xiaogang dismissively. "Master, I held back at the end. Otherwise, Tang San would have suffered far worse than minor injuries."

Yu Xiaogang seemed unwilling to accept this. "Have you forgotten that Tang San possesses an unused external spirit bone? Without that handicap, you couldn't have injured or defeated him so easily."

Yang Xiong's voice turned cold. "Master, I advise against such statements. Tang San's external spirit bone hasn't fully integrated yet. Using it rashly might attract unwanted attention, creating real danger. You should understand an external spirit bone's value."

Before Yu Xiaogang could respond further, Tang San gritted his teeth and stood.

"Teacher, there's no need to continue. I lost this match. Yang Xiong, though I've lost today, I won't be defeated so easily next time."

Yang Xiong nodded respectfully. "I look forward to our next battle. Actually, given your strength, if you hadn't exhausted your soul power, you should have blocked my final attack."

Understanding dawned on Tang San's face. "So you've been wearing me down all along. You never used your self-created spirit skill until after I employed my third skill—you wanted to test whether I could withstand your move at peak condition?"

Yang Xiong confirmed with a nod. "In terms of combat techniques, you clearly surpass me, especially with your various self-created spirit skills. Blocking my attack wouldn't be difficult under normal circumstances. If you hadn't rashly used your spirit skills, we'd have continued our war of attrition with unpredictable results. But once you employed spirit skills, despite being a major realm above me, your soul power consumption far exceeded mine."

Tang San smiled bitterly. "I understand. You calculated that my soul power would prove insufficient, so you relied solely on physical combat."

Yang Xiong shook his head. "Not entirely. In terms of attack methods, I still fall short of you. Physical combat represents my true strength, while you're likely more accustomed to Blue Silver Grass battles beyond your self-created skills."

"Moreover, the soul power gap between us remains insurmountable, as is the difference in our spirit skills. Regardless of your approach, you'd eventually fall into my combat rhythm, especially since your Blue Silver Grass cannot breach my defense."

Though unwillingness marked Tang San's expression, the battle's outcome was decided. He offered no further argument.

After Yang Xiong returned to the group, Yu Xiaogang quickly inquired about Tang San. "Xiao San, how severe are your injuries? Any serious problems? Should I arrange immediate treatment?"

Tang San shook his head. "Teacher, I'm fine. Yang Xiong clearly held back with his final move—otherwise, I'd have suffered more than injured hands. Though I appear worse for wear, I avoided serious injury."

After composing himself, Tang San rejoined the group.

Everyone regarded Yang Xiong with strange expressions, noting his calm and unruffled appearance.

Despite the fierce battle and being knocked down several times by Tang San, he remained completely unharmed. He showed no signs of significant soul power consumption. The previous battle seemed trivial to Yang Xiong.

Yang Xiong's exaggerated combat prowess proved genuinely terrifying. Tang San had defeated Dai Mubai and ranked among the strongest Soul Elders.

Dai Mubai's expression turned especially grave. He understood Tang San's combat abilities better than most, yet Yang Xiong had defeated him so easily. This suggested Yang Xiong's combat power far exceeded his own—despite Dai Mubai being level thirty-seven, ten full levels higher.

Most shocking of all, Yang Xiong hadn't released a single spirit skill throughout the battle. If he had employed his spirit skills, what overwhelming strength would he have displayed?

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