Chapter 443: Battling Tang San! Over a Hundred Thousand Spectators Watching!!_1

On the platform.

Both sides stood off.

Luo Yu sat alone on one side.

Tang San, leading his six meticulously chosen support warriors, stood tall and confident opposite him.

Tens of thousands of spectators at the edge of the field were silent as the grave, concentrating intently on the arena, not wanting to miss a single detail.

Although the match had not yet begun, the audience had a premonition that this would be the most exciting contest in the history of the continent-wide Senior Soul Master tournament since its inception.

After all, in so many years, no one had the guts to bring six support Soul Masters to a final.

No one dared to enter the stage in a wheelchair to fight seven others, and to do so alone.

"Referee, announce the start already."

Tang San looked at his own hands that trembled with excitement and grinned a sinister smile.

The referee looked toward Luo Yu, wanting to ask if he was ready.

Luo Yu shrugged his shoulders, indicating it made no difference to him.

"Clang!"

The referee gave the command, formally starting the match.

Almost instantaneously, the bricks under Tang San's feet shattered, and like an arrow released from a bow, he charged at Luo Yu with his fists swinging.

The sinister smirk on the corner of his mouth lingered.

Such a lightning-fast assault instantly caused amazement throughout the crowd.

Luo Yu first extended his fist to meet the enemy, then shook his head.

In the blink of an eye, he turned his fist into a finger.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed.

The spectators fixed their eyes on the scene, only to see Luo Yu blocking Tang San's fist with a single finger, immovable.

Their hearts were shaken in an instant.

"He blocked it?"

"He blocked it with just one finger?"

At that moment, they gained a direct understanding of Luo Yu's strength, as before this match, no one had dared to clash head-on with Tang San like this.

Tang San was not the least bit flustered, his smile broadening.

"Interesting!"

"But... that's all?"

He flipped in the air, spiraling to gather strength, his palms turning the color of Mysterious Jade, glinting brightly, looking like gemstone.

Carrying a fierce palm wind, he fiercely aimed for Luo Yu's neck.

"Tch."

Luo Yu's gaze was as calm as still water, his finger sliding through the air, blocking sideways.

"Clang!"

A sound like the clashing of gold and iron rang out within the arena.

The audience's mouths fell open.

Were these two even human? How could the sound of flesh and blood clashing emit a noise like metal on metal?

It was terrifying.

In the eyes of the audience, the two combatants were evenly matched at this moment.

But the confident smile on Tang San's lips had faded considerably.

He had unleashed Tang Sect's Unique Skills, Mysterious Jade Hands, and poured all his strength into the blow aimed at Luo Yu, only to be blocked by just one finger?

How was this possible?

Tang San found it hard to believe.

But it was true.

"Weren't you very arrogant a moment ago? I haven't even exerted my strength, and you're already losing confidence?" Luo Yu smiled faintly.

"Bullshit!" Tang San cursed angrily.

Mysterious Jade Hands, pushed to their limit, a force capable of splitting mountains and breaking rocks, yet unable to penetrate the defense of Luo Yu's single finger.

Luo Yu's gaze flickered slightly.

He changed from finger to fist, spotting an opening and striking forward.

"Boom!"

Tang San pulled back his palms, crossing them in front of his chest to block.

Upon contact, Tang San's expression changed.

He felt an immense force rushing toward him.

He was sent flying back several meters.

Luo Yu remained seated there, as immovable as a mountain, composed and self-assured.

When the audience saw Tang San fall into a disadvantage, they expressed their astonishment continuously.

In their hearts, compared to the mysterious Luo Yu, Tang San was the visibly stronger one, having never suffered a setback in an exchange throughout the competition.

Yet, as the match had just started, Tang San was already blasted away, and the opponent clearly hadn't exerted much effort.

He even yawned and covered his mouth after forcing Tang San back.

Luo Yu glanced sideways at Tang San and said with full apology, "Sorry, your strength really doesn't invigorate me."

"And last night, I delved into a deep conversation with Xiaowu for too long, and now I'm extremely drowsy."

Tang San was already displeased from being forced back, but upon hearing Luo Yu mention Xiaowu, his eyes instantly turned blood red.

"Just now was merely a contest of physical strength, without deploying any Soul Power, do you think that taking that strike from me was such a big deal?"

Luo Yu didn't reply but simply gestured towards the front with a beckoning of his fingers.

Tang San's eyes were red, yet he analyzed the situation calmly, "You possess a beast Martial Soul, so it's normal for your physical strength to be greater than mine, but that's all."

"Through the probing just now, I've got a clear understanding of your details. From now on, it will be a one-sided slaughter."

"Boom!"

Tang San immediately invoked his Martial Soul.

A huge shadow of the Bluesilver Emperor appeared behind him, its thick and sturdy blue vines, and golden-blue leaves adorned with what seemed like twinkling stars.

Yellow, yellow, purple, black.

Five Soul Rings revolved around his body, rhythmically moving up and down.

Simultaneously, as if seeing their leader exert effort, the six great support companions behind Tang San each unfolded their Martial Souls.

One after another, the support soul skills were applied to Tang San like they were free of charge.

In an instant, Tang San's momentum soared again, his pupils emitting divine light, his muscles bulging.

Speed, agility, spiritual power, strength, flexibility—all soared in a moment.

Tang San's blue hair danced wildly, and he spoke with a piercing chill in his voice.

"Fifth soul skill: Bluesilver Overlord Spear!"

He reached out towards the void, and a long spear adorned with blue-gold patterns materialized from thin air, carrying an aura of unparalleled sharpness.

It shone brilliantly on the stage.

Observing Tang San holding the long spear with explosive momentum, the audience let out gasps of amazement.

"Holy shit, using a ten-thousand-year soul skill right from the start?"

"Tang San clearly doesn't want to leave any way out for Luo Yu on the opposite side."

"Isn't this foul play, I thought there was going to be more probing, but he's going directly for the big move to finish the fight."

"The guy opposite is doomed. Tang San is a once-in-a-generation genius. Now he's amassed the power of six great supports, and mentally, he isn't underestimating the opponent at all. How's the other guy supposed to fight back when there's no loophole to exploit?"

Tang San enjoyed the myriad awe-filled and admiring gazes around him, his eyes brimming with utter confidence.

He swept his long spear, and the sharp force cut a crack in the ground.

"Luo Yu, can you block this strike of mine?"

"Boom!"

Tang San vanished from his original spot, leaving only an exploding pit behind.

A blue-golden phantom streaked across the air, with the spear tip targeting Luo Yu's brow, thrusting forth ferociously.

Luo Yu didn't dodge or evade.

Seemingly uninterested, he didn't even bother to look at the oncoming figure, instead choosing to bend his head and brush the dust off his legs.

"Holy shit, you're not even looking at such a terrifying attack?"

"This... this is too arrogant."

"Tsk tsk, he's really not taking Tang San seriously at all."

The audience could only let out a sigh of amazement, and before they knew it, Tang San was already upon Luo Yu with his spear.

A thrust was made.

In an instant, the stage was filled with numerous shadows of the spear, creating countless blue-gold phantoms.

Tang San's intent was clear.

To puncture Luo Yu's head with a straightforward shot.

In this moment of crisis, Luo Yu remained with his head down, without having had the chance to look up.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal striking rang out, with the spear tip just a hair's breadth away from Luo Yu's brow, a mere fraction of a distance from piercing Luo Yu's skin.

And yet, no matter how much Tang San exerted force, he couldn't breach that tiny distance.

At this moment, a large hand was tightly gripping the spearhead.

It didn't mind the sharpness coming from the tip at all.

Seeing this scene, not only was Tang San shocked, the whole audience erupted, their eyes widening in disbelief.