Chapter 294: Tang San's 100th Victory
In his previous life, Tang San was an orphan, and he cherishes the bond of family in this life, even though Tang Hao could hardly be considered a qualified father.
Whether it was the road through Hell or the voices that hadn't been heard in his mind for the last two years, his 100th victory was a must. Without it, he wouldn't even have a life to speak of—what else could there be to talk about?
Seeing the nine Fallen Soul Masters staring at him with malicious eyes, Tang San understood that this would be another fierce battle. He had faced such situations many times, just like Ah Du and Hu Liena. The title of 100 consecutive wins was indeed too dazzling.
This meant that facing such opponents alone was a death sentence, while working together to kill the opponent first gave them a slim chance of survival. This is what led these desperate individuals to temporarily join forces.
However, Tang San had anticipated this. He had prepared for his 100th victory by concocting a special poison called the White Mist Soul Binding Powder. This poison was a secret concoction of the Tang Sect, and its effect was to prevent the use of soul power for a period of time while causing severe body pain and weakness.
Since coming to the City of Slaughter, Tang San had secretly tested this poison, and it was indeed effective against soul masters. The White Mist Soul Binding Powder was colorless and tasteless, designed to be undetectable. The Fallen Soul Masters here were seasoned fighters, and if they weren't careful, they would find out that they had been poisoned, ruining Tang San's plan.
Thus, Tang San chose this difficult-to-detect poison to help him win his 100th victory. The moment he stepped onto the arena, he had already dispersed the powder into the air. He just needed to wait for the poison to take effect, and victory would be within reach.
But these desperate individuals clearly had no intention of giving Tang San a chance to breathe. The longer this dragged on, the higher the risk of getting stabbed in the back. The strongest of the nine, a Soul Douluo, wielding a large blade, rushed at Tang San first.
"What bullshit Plague King, die now!"
"Boom."
The massive blade, resembling a Qinglong Yanyue Sword, slammed into the arena, but there was no one there. Tang San had already used Ghost Shadow Misty Steps to leap into the air, avoiding the powerful strike.
"Good opportunity! Watch my Soul Devouring Kidney Piercer!"
Seeing Tang San floating in mid-air without a foothold, a Soul Saint with dual swords leaped into the air, his swords like two venomous snakes aiming for Tang San's kidneys.
Tang San's eyes were cold as he stared at the Soul Saint, moving without hesitation.
"Thwip!"
A muffled sound rang out next to the Soul Saint's ear as Tang San's rear emitted a faint green gas, using the propulsion to change his direction and expertly dodging the fatal strike.
After spinning 1080 degrees in mid-air, Tang San landed smoothly, and Ah Du and Hu Liena on the stands both raised their paddles, giving him full points.
The Soul Saint, hit by the tailwind, stumbled and almost fell. He coughed for several seconds before regaining his balance.
"Damn poison kid, if you've got the guts, stop running."
At that moment, the Soul Douluo, who had initiated the attack, swung his five-meter long blade towards Tang San's waist.
Tang San pushed off the ground with his feet again, using the blade's surface as a springboard, quickly leaping to an empty spot on the arena.
"You still watching? Do you plan on waiting until this kid picks us off one by one?"
Seeing that Tang San was evading, the Soul Douluo growled at the other Fallen Soul Masters, waking them from their watching stupor. Realizing they couldn't wait any longer, they all drew their weapons and began an inhumane assault on Tang San.
Luckily, Tang San had many secret techniques at his disposal. His eyes flashed purple as he observed the trajectories of their attacks, using Ghost Shadow Misty Steps to dodge them in strange ways.
On the stands, Hu Liena, watching Tang San's battle, glanced at him with confusion.
"Why doesn't Tang San use his hidden weapons and wait for a chance to strike? Just dodging can't go on forever, can it?"
Ah Du shook his head, equally confused. Tang San hadn't shown any intention of counterattacking so far. Was he giving up on the fight?
"He can't give up the victory. If he's not attacking, there's only one possibility."
"What is it?"
Hu Liena turned to Ah Du, eager to hear his insight.
"He's waiting for something, maybe a chance to deliver a killing blow. Or perhaps..."
"Perhaps what?"
"Perhaps he's waiting for the poison to take effect."
Hu Liena's eyes lit up, agreeing with Ah Du's reasoning. Given Tang San's endless tricks, poisoning was indeed possible.
After several minutes of chasing and evading on the arena, it became clear that Ah Du's guess had been correct.
As a Soul Saint with a large iron hammer charged forward, he suddenly collapsed, leaving everyone confused.
"Hey, what's going on? This kid hasn't even attacked yet?"
"I don't know. I can't use my soul power, and my body has no strength left."
"What?"
Hearing this, a cold shiver ran down everyone's spine. They had noticed something odd about Tang San not attacking, but now it was clear. The kid had hidden his true intentions!
As expected, after the first person fell, the remaining eight began to feel weak, and one by one, they collapsed to the ground, as though they had been harvested like wheat.
"What's going on?"
"What else could it be? What do you think his nickname is? We were so focused on avoiding his hidden weapons that we didn't notice the poison."
"Poison?"
One of the smarter Fallen Soul Masters finally realized what had happened, but it was too late. They couldn't rely on a 100-victory killing god to show mercy. Their odds of survival were slimmer than stumbling upon a 100,000-year-old soul beast in the Star Dou Forest.
Ning Bei:?
Little Rabbit:?
With his strategy working, Tang San rarely cracked a smile, but when he did, it was a smirk.
"From the moment you stood in front of me, the outcome was already decided. The rules of the City of Slaughter are perfect for Tang Sect members."
"Let you help me achieve my 100th victory."
Saying that, in the horrified eyes of the nine Fallen Soul Masters, Tang San conjured several steel needles, firing them at the eyes and throats of his opponents at various lethal angles.
Of course, for the one who had aimed at his kidneys, Tang San followed the principle of eye for an eye and shot a steel needle straight into their kidneys.
Nine agonizing screams echoed in unison, followed by cheers from the stands as the crowd celebrated the birth of a new 100-victory killing god. They were also celebrating that one terrifying opponent had been eliminated from the Hell Slaughter Arena. This would greatly increase their chances of survival.
It would be even better if the other two killing gods quickly completed their 100 victories too. Perhaps they could survive long enough to die of old age.
(END CHAPTER)
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