"Now, I announce, the first team battle begins!"
The loud, clear voice of the teacher, Qin Ming, rang out from below the stage, signaling the start of the conflict. The atmosphere in the arena instantly tightened.
Tang San heard the voice and immediately snapped to attention. He clenched his fists tightly, cheering himself on internally. His eyes were fixed intently on the opponents standing across from him, specifically locking onto the Shi Brothers of the Royal Fight Team.
His gaze was particularly heavy on Shi Mo.
Only two days ago, Tang San had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of this man. It wasn't just a simple loss; it was a terrible, one-sided beating that had stripped Tang San of all his dignity. It could be said that Tang San had lost all face during that encounter. Today was his chance for redemption. He was determined to show Shi Mo the true power and critical role of a Control System Spirit Master in a team battle. He wanted to prove that he, a Spirit Elder, was not someone to be trifled with.
"Gulp~~~!"
Just as his fighting spirit reached its peak, a strange sound echoed from inside his body.
Suddenly, a sharp, twisting pain shot through his lower abdomen. It was violent and unexpected. Tang San's stomach contracted aggressively, and his muscles tightened instinctively. A cold shiver ran down his spine.
He immediately felt a very bad premonition.
"This is bad!" Tang San thought, panic rising in his chest.
His face instantly turned green. Why now? Why did this reaction have to happen earlier, or later? Why did it have to occur precisely at this moment, when he was already standing on the stage, ready to participate in the most important team battle of his time at the academy?
The reaction in his gut was undeniable. Tang San reached out a trembling hand and rubbed his stomach, trying to soothe the cramping. His mind instantly flashed back to the events of the day, recalling when his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had applied medicine to him.
Because of his recent injuries, he needed to apply a special ointment three times a day. The process was tedious and uncomfortable. He couldn't put on clothes immediately after each application because the wound needed to be exposed to the air. Only after the medicine was fully absorbed and the skin was completely dry could he dress himself again.
Therefore, Tang San had spent half the day effectively bare.
This prolonged exposure caused his critical areas to be constantly subjected to the biting cold air. When applying the medicine earlier that day, he had already felt a slight, dull pain in his stomach, likely due to the cold wind entering his body. However, at the time, the symptoms were mild and didn't last long, so Tang San hadn't paid much attention to it. He had assumed it was just a fleeting discomfort.
Who would have thought that at this critical moment, right when the battle was starting, he would have a severe stomach ache again?
Drops of cold sweat began to emerge on Tang San's forehead. He was now in unbearable pain, fighting a battle on two fronts: one against the Royal Fight Team, and one against his own body.
Two terrifying scenes involuntarily flashed through his mind. Both of these nightmares were set in the Soto Fighting Arena.
That arena was the place where the name "Shrek Seven Devils" had risen to fame, but it was also the site of Tang San's greatest humiliations. There had been two separate instances of uncontrollable diarrhea in public.
Thinking of this, Tang San was instantly drenched in cold sweat. His clothes felt sticky against his back.
What happened before was in the past, in a different city. But this was the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. This was an elite institution filled with nobles and high-ranking Spirit Masters. If it happened again here, in front of all these students and teachers, he would truly lose all face. There would be no recovering from it.
As the old saying goes, holding in urine allows you to travel a thousand li. But holding in shit—damn it—makes it impossible to move even an inch!
And for someone like Tang San, who currently had an urgent and violent need, holding it in felt like an impossible task.
Sweating profusely, he looked towards the center of the arena. The battle had already erupted. Both sides had released their Spirits, colorful rings of light illuminating the stage. Some people were already charging forward, ready to attack.
Only Tang San stood there foolishly, frozen in place.
The team battle was in full swing, but his stomach was churning with unbearable pain. He knew he should probably leave, but his pride held him rooted to the spot. This might be the only chance for Tang San to redeem himself after recent failures. He certainly didn't want to give up.
He wanted to prove himself again. He needed to prove his worth to his teacher, Yu Xiaogang. He needed to prove it to Dean Flender, who was watching from the stands. He needed to prove it to the other seven Shrek students who had been distancing themselves from him. He wanted to prove it to everyone who had ever looked down on him!
"I cannot leave," Tang San told himself.
Thinking of this, Tang San clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Regardless of the consequences, he reached into his storage tool, the Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges, and grabbed a handful of medicinal herbs he had stored previously.
He didn't have time to brew them. He threw them directly into his mouth, chewing them raw. The bitter taste filled his mouth as he swallowed them down forcefully.
He immediately circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill. He tried to use his internal energy to guide the medicinal effects quickly throughout his body along his meridians. He hoped to temporarily suppress the tumultuous surge in his stomach, just long enough to finish the fight.
"Bang~~~!"
The sound of a collision rang out. The battle between the two sides in front had officially begun.
Tang San knew he couldn't stand still any longer. He gritted his teeth and fully activated his movement technique, the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. His figure flashed as he tried to move to the side, looking for a suitable position to control the battlefield.
However, the very next moment, the determined look on his face suddenly froze.
He stopped moving instantly, standing motionless in place as if he had been petrified by a Medusa's gaze.
Fresh cold sweat streamed down his forehead like rain. Tang San tentatively reached out his hand and touched the back of his pants.
He had used too much force just now when activating his movement technique. It seemed... he broke.
When his hand touched his pants, he felt a distinct, warm sensation. It wasn't just on his hand; his thigh now felt the damp warmth spreading. And even worse, a foul stench had already quietly begun to spread from his position.
It was just that the battle stage was very spacious, and the wind was blowing, so the air circulation was good. For now, only he himself could smell the disaster that had just occurred. The closest people to Tang San were at least three zhang (about 10 meters) away. No one else had noticed yet.
Tang San's heart instantly turned to ashes. Despair washed over him.
History always repeats itself with astonishing similarity. Tang San never would have thought, even in his worst nightmares, that he would stumble on the same stone three times.
Now, he had two choices before him.
The first choice was to act as if nothing had happened. He could continue to engage in battle, throw out his Blue Silver Grass, and fight for victory. But if he chose this, he would certainly have to move a lot. Jumping, dodging, and attacking would only make the mess worse. In that case, his image would be completely, irrevocably ruined.
The second choice was to directly announce his withdrawal from the team battle. He could raise his hand, surrender, and then slowly walk off the stage. In this way, although it would still be very embarrassing to quit at the start, it wouldn't be the kind of social death that was unacceptable.
He hesitated, torn between pride and dignity.
Just then, Yu Xiaogang, sitting in the audience below the stage, frowned slightly. From his angle, he was positioned behind Tang San. He couldn't see Tang San's face clearly, and he didn't know why this boy had suddenly frozen in place right after the start signal.
Tang San wanted to go down and withdraw. His resolve was crumbling. But when he turned around slightly, his gaze happened to meet Yu Xiaogang's eyes in the stands.
He saw the burning expectation in his teacher's eyes. Yu Xiaogang believed in him. Yu Xiaogang needed him to prove his theories.
Seeing that look, Tang San actually turned back towards the enemy again.
"I can do this," he tried to convince himself. "With the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, I can still hold the rest of it in."
"Buzz~~~!"
Just then, a vibrating sound cut through the air. One of Shi Mo's signature weapons, the Ghost Shield, shot towards Tang San like lightning.
Shi Mo had noticed Tang San standing still. Seeing him standing idly on the battle stage, daring to be distracted during a fight? It was an insult.
Shi Mo immediately locked his gaze on Tang San. "You are looking down on us?" he thought. Dealing with this guy would only take the shortest amount of time. Although eliminating Tang San wouldn't weaken the opponent's combat power much—since Tang San was considered the weak link—Shi Mo simply disliked Tang San personally.
"Not good!"
When Tang San finally came back to his senses, the spinning Ghost Shield had already flown right in front of him.
He had been too focused on his internal struggle and had no time to react physically. He couldn't dodge.
"Bang!"
The shield slammed into him. Tang San was sent flying through the air like a broken kite.
Although he flew back about ten zhang, Tang San didn't fall off the stage. He landed heavily on the hard floor of the battle stage.
The impact was the final straw.
Just then, a clear, loud, and unmistakable wet sound suddenly came from the edge of the stage where Tang San had landed.
Pfffft.
Both sides, who were fighting fiercely just moments ago, stopped their actions in unison. The sound was so out of place that it commanded immediate attention. They looked over, following the noise.
What they saw left them stunned.
Amidst the incredulous and disgusted expressions of everyone on the field and the students watching from the stands, a pile of unknown, yellow-brown liquid actually flowed out from Tang San's pant leg, pooling on the stage floor.
The silence was deafening for a split second.
The Shrek Group was completely stunned. Their eyes widened in horror.
"Tang San having diarrhea... again?"
"There was actually a third time!"
"Is he going for a hat trick here?"
How could such a low-probability event happen three times to the same person? It defied all logic. And all of them were caused by Tang San. This was too damn coincidental!
Everyone on the field, without exception, had a look of pure disgust on their faces.
Especially the three girls—Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and Ning Rongrong—their expressions couldn't have been more obvious. They covered their noses and backed away instinctively.
The members of the Royal Fight Team, too, couldn't stand it anymore.
"What the hell was this!"
The last time they were at the Soto Fighting Arena, fighting the Shrek team, they had already been disgusted by Tang San's "biological weapon" tactics. And now, in a friendly exchange match, he pulls this stunt again?
Tang San had simply disgusted everyone present.
Some students in the stands who didn't understand what was happening at first also reacted after a brief moment of being dazed. The smell wafted up, confirming the visual.
And then, the arena instantly burst into thunderous laughter!
"Hahaha! Look at that!"
"He actually soiled himself!"
These students didn't know about Tang San's two previous embarrassing incidents in Soto City. Therefore, the scene at this moment was even more shocking and hilarious to them.
Diarrhea on the battle stage during a tournament?
This was truly damn fresh!
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