Flender was full of confidence in Qin Yun.
Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings, with such potential and strength, how could Tang San possibly win?
Qin Yun was also somewhat surprised.
He hadn’t expected Tang San to take the initiative to challenge him.
It seemed that his harvest in the Star Dou Great Forest this time was not small.
However, strength enhancement was mutual; this time, Qin Yun’s enhancement was even greater.
Withdrawing his gaze, he beckoned to Tang San.
“Come on.”
Tang San did not stand on ceremony.
Crossing his feet, blue light suddenly flashed beneath him as more than a dozen strands of Blue Silver Grass burst through the ground simultaneously, spreading rapidly along the surface like a winding Spirit snake.
These vine grasses were a size thinner than before, their surfaces emitting a dim luster, and their vine bodies covered with fine ridge patterns.
This was the metamorphosis bestowed upon it by the Man Faced Demon Spider spirit ring, with both flexibility and strength far surpassing before.
Qin Yun maintained his previous strategic method.
He raised his hand, snapping his fingers twice crisply in the air.
“Boom, boom—!”
Two explosions blossomed simultaneously on the left and right sides of Tang San’s advancing path, with surging Qi waves and splashing gravel.
But Tang San’s footsteps were not intercepted like last time.
His toes had already shifted positions the fraction of a second before the explosion reached them.
Executing the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track footwork, his figure shifted abruptly left and right.
Although he didn’t know the attack logic of Qin Yun’s move, as long as he constantly changed directions, it would be very difficult for the opponent to bomb him.
However, the consumption of physical strength for this was also tremendous.
Tang San’s lips tightened slightly.
He thought to himself: “Using the same trick on me a second time is useless.”
The Blue Silver Grass had already flanked him from all directions under the cover of his forward charge.
Facing the Blue Silver Grass encircling from all sides, Qin Yun’s expression remained composed.
He did not retreat, nor did he summon a diamond shield; instead, he brought his hands together in front of his chest, palms touching, and gently rubbed them left and right.
The movement was not large, like rubbing an invisible thin rope.
But from the gaps between his fingertips suddenly seeped a wisp of extremely faint dark gray mist carrying a putrid aura.
This was a brand-new chemical compound, Arsine (AsH₃).
At room temperature, it was slightly heavier than air and could spontaneously ignite without an open flame.
When exposed to friction, it easily triggered violent explosions, and the smoke generated after combustion contained a large amount of highly toxic arsenical compounds.
The fire-prevention capability of the mutated and enhanced Blue Silver Grass had also greatly improved.
It was no longer something that white phosphorus could easily ignite.
Therefore, Qin Yun also made an upgrade.
Since phosphorus fire couldn’t burn it, he would try something fiercer and more poisonous than phosphorus fire.
With a flick of his finger, he sent this cluster of arsine mist toward the Blue Silver Grass twisting in from ahead.
“He wants to repeat his old trick to burn my Blue Silver Grass?”
He was truly miscalculating.
Instead of withdrawing the grass, he increased the infusion of spirit power, urging more Blue Silver Grass to close in on Qin Yun from the rear.
However, the moment the arsine contacted the surface of the Blue Silver Grass vines, everything was completely different from what he expected.
The instant the dark gray mist touched the vine’s cuticle, it was like a spark splashing into an oil drum, and a blinding white light suddenly exploded.
The resulting flame was more than twice as violent as phosphorus fire, swallowing the entire vine almost the exact instant it surged up.
The flames were incandescently white, with an extremely high temperature.
Even the air was scorched into distorted ripples.
What was worse was the smoke generated by the decomposition of arsine during combustion.
This cluster of white smoke carried a distinct pungent odor, rapidly spreading with the wind.
The arsenical substances within it were enough to make anyone who inhaled it feel dizzy, nauseous, and experience blocked breathing in a short period.
Tang San was closest, and immediately smelled a pungent, irritating odor pouring into his nasal cavity.
A sharp pain struck his throat, and his footsteps instinctively staggered half a step.
Following closely after.
In the process of continuous combustion and smoke diffusion, the arsine constantly rubbed and collided with the oxygen in the air.
A series of dense, small explosions burst out one after another in the area covered by the Blue Silver Grass.
The explosion points were like a string of lit firecrackers.
Spreading backward all the way from three feet in front of Qin Yun, heading straight for Tang San’s feet.
Tang San’s expression changed abruptly, pushing his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track footwork to the extreme and retreating repeatedly, but a lingering shockwave of the explosion still grazed past his left arm.
His sleeve was instantly scorched pitch black in a patch.
Fine gray smoke rose from the edge of the cuff.
Just a single exchange, and Tang San was once again forced into a disadvantage.
He lowered his head to look at the charred cuff, then raised his head to look at Qin Yun, who hadn’t even moved his feet.
The fire-prevention characteristics of his Blue Silver Grass were useless in the Face of the opponent’s methods.
This person…
Just how many different types of attack methods did he master?
The expressions of the crowd on the sidelines varied.
Ma Hongjun muttered softly:
“I knew Tang San wouldn’t be a match…”
Dai Mubai did not reply.
His gaze crossed the interlacing aftermath of spirit power in the arena, remaining fixed on that slender figure in black.
Zhu Zhuqing stood beside Ning Rongrong.
At this moment, she was looking at Qin Yun in the arena, feeling both shock and admiration.
Ning Rongrong had no intention of concealing her emotions at all; she clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyes sparkling with golden light.
Xiao Wu stood at the very front of the crowd, her fists tightly clenched, her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Little San, you must win!”
Watching Tang San fall into a dangerous situation on the field, seeing his Blue Silver Grass burned to ashes by Qin Yun once again, her eyes were filled with worry.
Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang had completely fallen into confusion.
He searched through all the Spirit theories and ancient books stored in his mind, yet he couldn’t find a single clue that could correspond to the current situation.
No spirit rings flashing, no pre-action movements for releasing a Spirit Ability.
Even the main body of the Spirit only flickered in and out of view between the youth’s palms for a split second.
Where on earth did that gray-white mist come from?
How was that incandescent white flame ignited?
…
One question after another appeared in his mind.
Spirits were broadly divided into two categories: Beast Spirit and Tool Spirit.
Qin Yun was most likely a Tool Spirit, but what on earth was it?
Flender’s unhurried voice sounded.
“Xiaogang, how is this Disciple of mine?”
“You’ve studied Spirits for so many years, have you ever seen a child more special than him?”
“Did you see his Spirit clearly?”
Meeting Flender’s gaze, which carried thirty percent teasing and seventy percent pride, Yu Xiaogang fell silent.
He had always been conceited about his Spirit theories, boasting that he had read all kinds of rare classics and ancient texts under heaven.
Yet he couldn’t make out even the slightest bit of Qin Yun’s Spirit background right before his eyes.
Yu Xiaogang was someone with little actual capability, but who cared immensely about Face.
He couldn’t bring himself to lose Face and directly ask Flender.
At this moment, the battle in the arena was still continuing.
Although Tang San had fallen into a disadvantage, he was not ready to stop.
Though choked slightly by the poisonous smoke and frowning, arsenical toxins were not much to him.
What was truly tricky was that series of trailing explosions.
This traceless offensive that could explode under his feet at any time forced him to keep an extra fraction of his mind on every single step he took.
He couldn’t blindly defend; that was far too passive.
Suddenly, Tang San thrust his right arm out and pulled out a pitch-black short crossbow.
Raising his arm, he fired immediately.
Three short crossbow bolts flew out breaking through the air, their tips wrapped in a dull coating.
This was a craft he had specially modified to isolate ferromagnetism.
They would never be swept away all at once by Qin Yun’s magnet like last time.