Chapter 74: Firmly Counteracting Tang Sect's Unique Skills, The Overwhelmed Tang San!_1

Xiaowu's long and perfect stocking-clad legs remained in the posture of an old tree's entwined roots.

She tightly clamped down on Luo Yu's neck, controlling his body, leaving him no chance to resist,

when suddenly the dragon's chant sounded.

Xiaowu's beautiful eyes flashed with horror, her delicate body shivered uncontrollably, instinctively trembling, and her long legs instantly stiffened, unable to move.

The sudden surge of Dragon Pressure from Luo Yu's body left her feeling numb and limp all over, as if countless currents of electricity were coursing through her, draining her of all strength.

Inside, Xiaowu was in utter panic, wondering what kind of Martial Soul this man had to elicit such a strong reaction from her, her legs trembling continuously as if she had temporarily lost control of her body.

Her limbs felt weak, and her actions resembled more that of a spoiled child riding on Luo Yu, utterly harmless.

Just as Xiaowu was being intimidated, Tang San on the other side was already fiercely punching with his Mysterious Jade Hands.

Vivid nine-colored radiance burst forth from the gaps within the purple-black vines binding Luo Yu's body, and the light red power of qi and blood permeated the arena with a crushing boom.

All the purple-black vines shattered into pieces, the fragments shooting in all directions.

A fist, surrounded by surging qi and blood and nine-colored radiance, suddenly lashed out.

Heading straight for the attacking Tang San!

With a thud!

Fist against fist, Tang San was instantly stunned.

The next second, he felt an overwhelming force from the punch, sending him flying like a cannonball and he remained wide-eyed as he was launched backward.

Tang San had believed victory was within his grasp and had never imagined that Luo Yu could break free from restraints in an instant.

The combined spiritual attack from him and Xiaowu, along with the binding abilities of Blue Silver Grass and Xiaowu's locking technique, should have easily controlled a person. But now, their control seemed as fragile as paper in front of this man.

"Bang!"

Tang San was punched dozens of meters away, staggering back over a dozen steps before barely stabilizing his footing, his robe already tattered from the residual force of the punch.

He suppressed the sweet taste of blood rushing to his throat and looked down at his palm that met the punch, which was covered with white marks.

Tang San's gaze narrowed; his Mysterious Jade Hands, which were impervious to a hundred poisons and incredibly sturdy after years of arduous training, nearly shattered by this man? What kind of Martial Soul was this that could amplify to such an extent!

At this moment, Luo Yu had become the absolute focus.

Standing in the arena, bathed in the gaze of dozens of spectators, a nine-colored majestic dragon spirit appeared behind him, its powerful and overwhelming aura spewing forth.

Everyone's heart was shaken as they speculated on what Luo Yu's Martial Soul could be.

Everyone present with beast Martial Souls, including Zhao Wuji, felt a sense of suppression from their very bloodlines.

Zhu Zhuyun's beautiful eyes were filled with infatuation, admiring the man's dominance and strength. She tugged at the skirt of Ning Rongrong beside her and pouted, "See, I told you, the master doesn't need our help at all."

"Whatever he decides, we just have to follow!"

Ning Rongrong nodded subconsciously, too preoccupied to pay attention to her, her eyes fixed on Luo Yu in the arena, her face flushed with excitement, seemingly lost in thought.

In the arena, having just punched Tang San away, Luo Yu's eyes flashed, and he reached back to grab Xiaowu's ankle.

"Come down," he said.

Tremendous force came upon her, and Xiaowu's form immediately wobbled, barely able to cling to Luo Yu's neck.

She bit down on her silver teeth, forcibly controlling her numb body, and her legs suddenly exerted force.

"First soul skill: Lumbar arch!"

However, no matter how Xiaowu tried to harness her Soul Power, no matter how much strength she put into her legs,

at this moment, Luo Yu was as immovable as if he were cast in iron, unshakable by any external force.

Xiaowu's face gradually paled; this was the first time her Lumbar arch had failed.

With a girlish cry, Luo Yu had already pulled her down by her ankle,

and pinning her at his waist, sealed her Soul Power, and began slapping that round little bottom.

"Let go of me!" Xiaowu flailed her arms, hitting Luo Yu's body, struggling fiercely, but with her Soul Power sealed, she might as well have been tickling him.

"Smack, smack, smack!!!"

Luo Yu slapped repeatedly without any pity for the fairer sex, almost numbing half of Xiaowu's bottom.

"Don't meddle in a man's fight."

"You deserved that spanking!"

Xiaowu's buttocks were smacked by Luo Yu in front of everyone; she clasped her burning red face, feeling as though she had lost all face. She wanted to resist but was completely unable to. The man's Dragon Might made her feel increasingly numb.

The Dragon God Martial Soul naturally exerted a suppressing force against soul beasts.

"Let go of Xiaowu!"

Tang San's roar came from a distance.

Luo Yu stopped spanking and looked up.

"What's wrong, does your hand not hurt anymore?"

Tang San's eyes were filled with unsatisfied crimson blood vessels, "I'm warning you, don't touch my Xiaowu."

"Otherwise, I'll make you regret it."

"What? Your Xiaowu?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow, raised his hand with a smack, and landed another slap on Xiaowu's buttocks, "It seems she has nothing to do with you, right?"

Tang San narrowed his eyes, his aura becoming extremely dangerous.

"If you're looking to die, I'll oblige you."

"Boom!"

Tang San exerted force under his feet and catapulted forward.

Luo Yu's eyes sharpened, he spoke in a low voice, "I'll take care of this guy first, then deal with you for daring to lay a hand on me."

"Why shouldn't I dare to lay a hand on you?" Xiaowu retorted angrily, her buttocks already numb from the beating.

Luo Yu shook his head, not in a hurry to explain. Seeing that Tang San was about to reach him, he casually tossed Xiaowu in the direction of the Zhu Zhuqing sisters.

"Zhu Qing, take control of this girl, don't let her run around!"

Luo Yu and Tang San quickly engaged in combat.

The arena was filled with a constant roar.

The earth cracked repeatedly, the momentum was truly astonishing.

It certainly didn't seem like two low-level Soul Masters were causing this disturbance.

Each time Luo Yu made a move, Tang San's steps were like phantoms, skillfully dodging the attacks, while his hands traced mysterious trajectories, using the momentum against him.

The more Tang San fought, the more confident he became. He said coldly, "Kid, you won't be able to act so arrogantly for much longer. With my Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track for dodging, and with Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to employ leverage, my techniques have already beaten you by a long shot."

"How does it matter if you have brute strength? You can't touch me with it, and if we continue like this, you are certain to lose!"

"Heh, you actually took it seriously when I was just toying with you?"

"It seems you haven't been beaten for a while and you think you're tough again?"

Luo Yu let out a cold laugh as suddenly, amidst his steps, white clouds surged, and within the clouds appeared a bright full moon, a series of illusions materializing in the arena.

Divine Step Technique: Immortal Wind Watching Moon Step!

Originally, Tang San was leading in speed, dodging the attacks with ease.

But now his speed was instantly surpassed by Luo Yu, who was completely elusive.

Tang Sect's unique skill, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, was instantly suppressed to death, and soon Tang San found himself at a disadvantage.

Tang San was shocked, "How is this possible!"

"How could you possibly keep up with my Tang Sect techniques."

"In front of me, your Tang Sect techniques are worth shit!"

Luo Yu's eyes were cold as he seized a moment of emptiness from Tang San.

With the Dragon God Martial Soul Embodiment, a nine-colored radiance burst forth, and he threw a punch with enormous force and heavy momentum.

"Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon?"

"Using just a slight force against a much heavier one?"

"So what, watch me overpower all techniques with sheer strength."

"Rumble!"

Luo Yu's punch was like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. No matter how Tang San diverted the force, he couldn't stop the overbearing power of the punch, which struck him squarely in the chest.

"Pff!"

Tang San instantly spat out blood, spraying it in the air, his face turning the color of gold paper.

Like a piece of ragged cloth, he was blasted far away...