Ma Hongjun easily dodged the girl's attack.
However, she remained persistent; missing her first strike, she directly used her soul skill, her first soul ring lighting up.
From the snake head at the tip of the snake-headed staff, a two-foot-long tongue blade shot out, instantly closing the distance between her and Ma Hongjun. The tongue blade shimmered with a bluish luster, clearly indicating it was highly poisonous.
However, even highly poisonous substances only work when they pierce flesh, and Ma Hongjun wasn't about to give her that chance.
In an instant, a silver spear appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the "Hundred Birds Leaving the Nest" technique.
It was a crushing clash; against a weapon spirit of the same kind, the Dragon Soul Spear completely suppressed it. After the dragon soul spear blocked the spitting tongue blade, Ma Hongjun used the "Phoenix Playing with Hundred Birds" movement technique to close the distance.
With a flick of his spear, the end of the spear struck the girl's hand holding the snake spear, causing her hand to weaken in pain, and the snake spear fell to the ground.
Ma Hongjun's right hand was already at her fair, delicate neck.
He opened his hand and gripped her neck, pulling her up so her toes were off the ground, rendering her powerless to resist. He then pressed his body close to hers.
Ma Hongjun whispered three words in her ear:
"You lost!"
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. From the girl's attack to Ma Hongjun's counterattack, it was only a single move. Ma Hongjun had only just begun to manifest his spirit rings.
It was only when his hand gripped the girl's neck and lifted her up that his spirit rings slowly appeared on his body.
Three spirit rings—yellow, purple, and purple—pulled rhythmically up and down on Ma Hongjun's body, even enveloping the girl within them.
"Cough cough!"
The girl coughed, slapping Ma Hongjun's hand, her eyes beginning to roll back white.
The old woman, Chao Tianxiang, was utterly shocked. Their Dragon-Snake Clan's genius, their proud granddaughter, had been defeated in a single move by a boy younger than herself, without even using a spirit skill.
The three spirit rings rising from the other person's body momentarily stunned her, making her forget that her granddaughter was still in someone else's hands.
If the two tigers could be considered normal geniuses, then this red-haired boy was a monster.
With such abnormal strength and talent, he certainly had the capital to be arrogant.
And he certainly had the right to interrupt.
Ma Hongjun gently put the girl on the ground. The girl covered her neck and coughed as she backed away. Then she saw the three spirit rings on Ma Hongjun's body, and her expression became even more complicated.
These spoiled little princesses in the families just need to be taught a lesson. It's one thing to be a little arrogant in their own families, but to be so arrogant outside of their families is just asking for trouble.
Ma Hongjun had taken in Ning Rongrong before, and he was trying to change her temper.
"What's your hurry? If you don't want the Cockscomb Phoenix Tail Serpent, you can just give it to me. Why do you have to pick on me? I'm not even in your selection range." Ma Hongjun spread his hands and said innocently.
The girl didn't dare to speak. She summoned the snake staff back into her hand and retreated to Chaotianxiang's side.
"Don't say Shrek Academy is bullying us. The difference in strength in that match was too great, so it doesn't count."
He then glanced at Tang San and Xiao Wu. Their strength was about the same as the girl's, so it was just the two of them. Xiao Wu seemed out of sorts, so it was best to let it go.
"Xiao San, you fight her."
Tang San nodded and stepped forward, giving a Soul Master salute.
"My name is Tang San, my spirit is Blue Silver Grass, and I'm a level 29, two-ring Battle Soul Master."
Ma Hongjun followed up, "Both are Battle Soul Masters, two-ring, level 29 against level 30, Blue Silver Grass against Serpent Spear, I won't give you any advantage.
If you lose this time, you really lose!"
The girl looked coldly at Ma Hongjun, not daring to interrupt him. She could accept interrupting someone stronger than her.
This time, Ma Hongjun had given the grandmother and granddaughter plenty of face. They had proposed the challenge, they had chosen the first match themselves, and they would bear the consequences of their loss. They were being given another chance, and their chosen opponent was even a level lower than her.
The girl's arrogant expression had faded. Facing these monsters, she had no reason to be proud, so she adopted a calm demeanor and softly said,
"Meng Yiran, Martial Soul: Serpent Staff, Level 30, Two-Ring Battle Soul Master."
The battle began again!
Meng Yiran made the first move, probing with her Serpent Staff aimed at Tang San's head.
Seeing the staff descending, Tang San slipped, using the Ghost Shadow Step to retreat rapidly. At the same time, his first spirit ring lit up.
Blue Silver Grass's first spirit ring skill, Entanglement, activated.
Thick, dark blue-black Blue Silver Grass surged up from the ground without warning, instantly binding Meng Yiran, who was trying to pursue Tang San. Spikes protruded from the Blue Silver Grass, instantly activating the paralyzing poison.
Tang San was now only three meters away from Meng Yiran. Seeing her tightly bound by his Blue Silver Grass, a faint smile appeared on his face as he said,
"This match can be considered over, right?"
Tang San was still very confident in his Blue Silver Grass. A stronger opponent might have a chance to break free, but for an opponent of the same level, being entangled by Blue Silver Grass would be almost impossible. After all, their soul power was roughly the same, and the toxins inherent in Blue Silver Grass would greatly reduce their strength and paralyze their entire body, making escape even more impossible.
This is also the advantage of control-type Soul Masters among Soul Masters of the same level. Especially when everyone's level is low, the number of Soul Skills that can be used is limited, making
it even more difficult to break free from the control skills of a control-type Soul Master. Blue Silver Grass, with its two hundred-year Soul Rings, the Mandragora Serpent and the Ghost Vine, is not so easy to break free from. After all, not everyone possesses the monstrous strength of Ma Hongjun.
Meng Yiran and her snake-headed cane were completely entangled in Blue Silver Grass, but she showed no sign of giving up.
With a cold snort, both of Meng Yiran's Soul Rings suddenly lit up simultaneously.
Seeing her Soul Rings glowing, Tang San was immediately surprised. He knew that once paralyzed by the poison attached to Blue Silver Grass, one could no longer mobilize Soul Power, which was a major reason why Blue Silver Grass's control ability was so strong.
Since Meng Yiran could activate two Soul Rings, she must not have been poisoned.
Meng Yiran's Martial Soul itself possessed potent poison, naturally giving her a certain degree of immunity to toxicity. Therefore, resisting the poison of Blue Silver Grass was a normal occurrence.
Tang San used the Ghostly Shadow Steps technique to retreat rapidly.
An even more unbelievable scene unfolded: Meng Yiran, entangled within the Blue Silver Grass, twisted as if boneless, her suddenly supple body emerging silently from the grass as if coated with oil. Her snake-headed staff swung directly at Tang San. From
the snake's head at the tip of the staff, a two-foot-long tongue blade shot out, instantly closing the distance between them. The tongue blade shimmered with a bluish luster, possessing the same potent venom as the Blue Silver Grass.
Meng Yiran activated two spirit skills simultaneously: her first spirit ring skill, Tongue Blade, and
her second, Snake Body.
Using her snake body, she slipped out of the Blue Silver Grass's grasp.
Seeing this spirit skill, and looking at Meng Yiran's slender figure, her delicate waist, and her supple body, one was left with endless room for imagination.
Even the Blue Silver Grass couldn't bind her, which shows how agile she was. Ma Hongjun estimated that with Meng Yiran's physical advantages, she could unlock all the yoga poses he had seen in his previous life.
Because of his own body, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but think that someone with such a snake-like body must be very strong in combat, and with a variety of techniques.
The fierce battle continued.
Meng Yiran's first soul skill, Tongue Blade, unleashed a powerful attack, instantly reversing the advantage.
However, Meng Yiran looked quite disheveled at this moment. Although the spikes on the Blue Silver Grass couldn't make the poison take effect, or even pierce her incredibly slippery snake-like body, her clothes had no skill effects.
At this moment, her tight-fitting clothes were riddled with holes, and some of her curves could be vaguely seen through the holes.
Whether it was Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, or Oscar, their eyes were all fixed on Meng Yiran. After all, Meng Yiran was a very outstanding, fully developed beauty, and her holey clothes at this moment gave her a hazy beauty.
Dai Mubai and Oscar were somewhat restrained, but Ma Hongjun seemed to be losing control, his anger surging.
"Little San, that's quite a move!"
Ma Hongjun murmured.
"Little San's Blue Silver Grass spirit is really good at taking off clothes. If he had controlled himself a little more, Meng Yiran might have just given up." With the
Blue Silver Grass ineffective, Tang San frowned. The tongue blade was already in front of him, its sudden two-foot length increase coming abruptly, leaving him no time to dodge.
Tang San slightly shifted his body, not retreating, but pushing off with his feet, almost touching the tongue blade as he charged forward. At the same time, he used the Crane Control Dragon Capture technique with both hands, targeting the area below the snake head on the snake staff. With a muffled
thud, the snake-headed staff rose slightly. Meng Yiran's soul power was more domineering and profound, shaking Tang San away.
Meng Yiran pulled the snake staff back, her hands gripping it trembling slightly, and the snake staff transformed into eight beams of light, simultaneously striking Tang San.
These eight beams of light, both real and illusory, carried surging, domineering soul power, almost completely covering all the space Tang San could dodge.
Just then, Tang San's eyes suddenly lit up, radiating a deep purple light—the Purple Demon Eye.
The eight beams of light conjured by the snake-headed staff could be considered both real and illusory, constantly shifting between the two to maintain their existence. In short, it was an illusion created by speed.
But to Tang San, who possessed the Purple Demon Eye, it was useless.
Tang San's hands moved, reaching forward simultaneously, grabbing the snake-headed staff itself.
At that moment, the tongue-like blades that spewed from the staff suddenly slid down strangely, directly slicing towards Tang San's right hand holding the staff. The chilling blades gleamed with a bluish light; if this strike landed, Tang San's hand would likely be severed.
Nearby, Xiao Wu, who was watching the battle, cried out in alarm and was about to rush forward, but Ma Hongjun stopped her.
"Don't panic, trust Xiao San!"
Just then, Tang San's hands changed, becoming like crystal-clear white jade.
This was the Tang Sect's ultimate technique, the Mysterious Jade Hand, making his palms as tough as cold jade, impervious to all poisons.
Tang San grabbed the tongue blade in one hand, and with one hand gripping the snake staff and the other the tongue blade, he tightly grasped the top of Meng Yiran's snake-headed staff. The two of them were locked in a stalemate, each holding one end of the staff.
Then, both of them emitted light—Tang San's was blue, Meng Yiran's was gray—and the two colors of light collided on the snake staff.
This was a contest of soul power.
At this point, there was no room for skill; it was simple and brutal—who could last longer!