"Let's go!" Feeling his body strengthened, Dai Mubai gave a low shout and charged forward.
At his side, Yu Tianheng and Tai Long quickly followed.
"Third soul skill, Phoenix Soaring Wings!" Behind them, Ma Hongjun instantly spread fiery wings, taking to the sky and flying quickly to the front of the team.
Yang Yunhai's expression remained calm. His right hand pressed lightly against his chest, Blue Silver Grass spreading out like countless vines. They rapidly grew across his torso, weaving over his chest and back, folding and overlapping into a thick vine armor that completely covered his upper body.
The next second, vines extended from his shoulders, twisting together into thick cords. Barbs jutted outward like jagged spines, forming a serrated ridge along his back.
At the top, the vines split further, sprouting rows of sharp barbed hooks pointing forward.
In moments, before the astonished gazes of the crowd, two enormous vine serpents emerged behind Yang Yunhai. Their long bodies were covered in gleaming golden barbs like blades, writhing as if alive. Their heads carried two ridges like sharp dragon horns, with a forward-thrusting central spike like a gleaming golden blade.
When their jaws parted, rows of razor-sharp fangs of woven barbs were revealed, flashing with menace.
"Blue Silver Grass can be used like this!?"
The audience erupted in shock.
The densely packed golden barbs along the serpents' bodies glistened under the light with a metallic luster, making scalps prickle. No one doubted their lethality. To be pierced, scraped, or bitten would mean disaster. Most terrifying was that these two vine serpents twisted and moved as if they were alive, serpent heads swaying, toothy maws opening, though eyeless, they seemed locked onto their prey.
The right serpent coiled around Yang Yunhai's side and snapped its mouth open.
A thick vine, three fingers wide, shot out and straightened, barbs folding forward into a spearhead.
A long, dark vine-spear with a gleaming golden tip appeared, resting steadily in front of him.
Yang Yunhai raised his right hand and caught it firmly, the tail severing naturally from the serpent's body.
"I can't even tell whether his Blue Silver Grass is still a plant-type martial soul or an tool-type!" Many spectators were dumbstruck.
His mastery of martial soul control and development… Even Ning Fengzhi in the VIP seats frowned, his expression heavy.
He suddenly realized the gulf between Tang San and Yang Yunhai in martial soul development was like heaven and earth.
From what he could see, only Yunhai's first soul ring had activated. Meaning that everything—the vine armor, the serpents, and now the spear—was all secondary developments from the first soul skill alone.
That was terrifying.
One soul skill used in countless ways, as if creating new skills from scratch—something only geniuses capable of self-created soul skills could achieve.
'So this is soul skill second development? Incredible.' Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes shone from the stands. He straightened his back with pride, silently shouting: That's my disciple!
"I didn't expect this child's understanding of his martial soul to reach such a level." Tang Hao's face darkened as he watched. He could tell these were not abilities granted by soul rings, but Yunhai's own refined control and creativity.
Even he had to admit that in martial soul comprehension, his own son Tang San was not Yunhai's equal.
'Hopefully this fight can inspire Xiao San…' Tang Hao sighed inwardly.
"He can actually reach this extent!" On stage, Tang San clenched his teeth, fists trembling. The last time he had seen Yunhai, he could only weave simple armor and cages. But now… he could simulate living beings.
This was something Tang San simply couldn't do.
The gap felt like a chasm. His heart filled with unwillingness, even shame.
This wasn't a matter of martial soul evolution—it was mastery, insight. For someone who had lived two lives, who was born with innate full spirit power, to be surpassed by someone born with only 0.5 innate spirit power—
How could he accept that!?
The other Shrek members also stared in disbelief, completely shaken.
"Don't panic! Blue Silver Grass is still Blue Silver Grass. No matter how he shapes it, it can't compare to a true beast or tool martial soul." Dai Mubai's voice was low.
"Together, charge and end this!"
He lunged forward, closing the gap to five meters in a blink.
Yang Yunhai stood unmoving, spear in hand, while his third soul ring lit up. Behind him, the two vine serpents opened their jaws wide.
"Poof!" Clouds of white spores erupted outward.
'Parasite spores!' Tang San's face tightened. "Fatty!"
Ma Hongjun flapped his wings and opened his mouth. "Second soul skill, Bathing Fire Phoenix! First soul skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"
But just as he spat flames, Dugu Yan raised her head sharply.
"Fourth soul skill, Petrification Gaze!" Two pale beams shot forth, faster than lightning.
Her skill was not limited to close-range eye contact—it could fire at a distance, though at greater cost of soul power and spiritual power. Its effect was nearly identical to Dugu Bo's Medusa Gaze from his soul bone.
This was a result of her own practice and innovation.
"What!?" Tang San's face changed dramatically.
Too fast! Ma Hongjun had no time to react. The beams struck instantly. The fiery phoenix line froze midair into ash-gray stone, along with Ma Hongjun's entire body. He plummeted straight down.
Yu Tianheng dashed forward and caught him, retreating quickly.
"Second soul skill, White Tiger Light Wave!" Seeing the spores spread closer, Dai Mubai roared, unleashing a blast of white energy that dispersed the spores.
"First soul skill, Bind!" Tang San thrust out his hand, vines bursting from the ground to entangle Yang Yunhai.
But in the haze, Tai Long could only watch helplessly, unable to act at range.
Yunhai met it head-on. His vine armor absorbed the White Tiger Light Wave as he quietly activated Absorption to draw in the energy. With replenished strength, his serpents kept spewing spores.
His spear swung once, cutting Tang San's vines apart like paper.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was worthless before him.
"He tanked it!?" The audience was dumbstruck.
"This vine armor's defense is insane!"
"Wasn't he supposed to be a control-type? Why does he look tougher than an assault or defense-type!?"
"And that spear—was it really made from vines? Its strength and sharpness are absurd!"
"Same martial soul, but Tang San's Blue Silver Grass feels useless compared to his!"
"Blue Silver Grass is still Blue Silver Grass—but the difference is night and day!"
"First soul skill, Jade Phosphor Snake Bind!" Dugu Yan quietly lifted her arms. Two slender green serpents coiled along her arms, slithering to her heels, creeping unseen through the spores across the ground.
Zhu Zhuqing's figure flickered, vanishing into the mist.
The battle shifted wildly. Only seconds had passed, yet Yu Tianheng was already retreating, carrying a petrified Ma Hongjun back into formation.
(End of Chapter)
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