Chapter 167 Lu Ming brutally defeats Tang San! The Eight Spider Lances are broken!
That's too ruthless.
This is utterly crushing Tang San's dignity and integrity.
In just a few seconds.
Lu Ming completely removed the eight spider spears from Tang San's back, leaving only eight shocking bloody holes on his back.
At this moment, Tang San no longer had the strength to scream, and was being held in Lu Ming's hand like a lump of mud.
Lu Ming tossed it away casually.
Thump!
"..."
Tang San's broken body crashed heavily into the center of the arena, kicking up a cloud of dust.
He landed right where the "blue silver cage" he had previously used to show off had broken.
Extremely ironic.
Lu Ming slowly descended, retracted his blue silver crystal wings, and stepped on Tang San's head, shoving his face hard into the rubble.
"I've got it."
Lu Ming leaned down, his voice soft yet clear enough to reach Tang San's ears.
"Is this your way of courting death?"
"You dare to utter the word 'death' before me?"
"Get lost."
Lu Ming flicked his toes.
Tang San, oblivious to his own mortality, was kicked off the stage and rolled like trash at Yu Xiaogang's feet.
At this moment, the referee's trembling voice finally rang out.
"Preliminary rounds... first round..."
"Blue Tyrant Academy, Lu Ming wins!"
"!!!"
As the referee announced the decision, the entire Great Soul Arena fell into a brief silence, followed by a deafening roar of cheers.
That is worship of the strong.
In this world where strength reigns supreme, Lu Ming's absolute power conquered everyone.
Yu Xiaogang held the bloodied and mangled Tang San, then collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant.
It's over.
It's all over.
The referee's voice finally fell.
"First round of the preliminary round, Blue Tyrant Academy, Lu Ming wins!"
With this pronouncement, it was as if some kind of restriction had been broken, and the once deathly silent Great Soul Arena suddenly erupted with a roar.
Countless people jumped up from their seats, waving their arms and shouting Lu Ming's name with red faces and thick necks.
The strong are respected.
This is the eternal truth of Douluo Continent.
Shrek Academy and Monster Academy are nothing but a joke in the face of that absolutely overwhelming power.
Lu Ming stood in the center of the arena.
He didn't bask in the cheers; his gaze swept indifferently over the pool of blood at his feet.
That was left behind by Tang San.
At this moment, a fiery red figure rushed onto the arena like a whirlwind.
Without any hesitation or concern for the tens of thousands of eyes watching them.
Liu Erlong bumped directly into Lu Ming's arms.
Her long, slender arms wrapped tightly around Lu Ming's neck, and her voluptuous body pressed against him without reservation.
"You brat!"
"You really made me proud!"
Liu Erlong's voice trembled noticeably, a sign of extreme excitement.
She looked up, and her usually somewhat irritable face was now flushed. Her eyes, which were usually filled with a hint of dean's authority, were now completely devoid of any trace of her former self; she was clearly a little woman looking at her lover.
"External soul bone...you little rascal, how many more surprises are you going to give me?"
Lu Ming reached out and put his arm around Liu Erlong's slender waist, even giving it a quick pinch.
It has an excellent tactile feel.
"What kind of surprise is this?"
Lu Ming's lips curled up slightly. "It's just a matter of pulling out a few spider legs and cleaning up some hypocritical trash."
Liu Erlong chuckled, her breasts heaving with each laugh.
"That's right, it's garbage."
"Back then, that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang praised Tang San to the skies, calling him a peerless genius. I don't think he's even worthy of carrying your shoes."
She released one hand and pointed to Tang San, who was being dragged away by Yu Xiaogang like a dead dog below the stage.
"Look at that miserable state, it's truly gratifying."
At this moment, three beautiful figures from the rest area also came up.
Ning Rongrong ran the fastest, grabbed Lu Ming's arm, and almost hung on him.
"Lu Ming! That kick you just made was so cool!"
"Especially when he stepped on Tang San and spoke, that was absolutely awesome!"
The little witch blushed with excitement, "I just saw Ning Fengzhi, that old... cough, my dad's jaw almost dropped to the ground."
Zhu Zhuqing walked slowly.
She walked to Lu Ming's other side, without saying a word, but gently took Lu Ming's hand, their fingers intertwined.
Xiao Wu stood to the side, looking at the Shrek Academy members below the stage, especially at the unconscious Tang San. A hint of disgust flashed in her eyes, but then she patted her chest with relief.
"Luckily, I ran fast."
Xiao Wu moved closer to Lu Ming and grabbed his clothes, "Otherwise, I'll be the one who loses face today."
"Tang San is so cunning, he even tried to use a hidden weapon to ambush us just now. Luckily, Lu Ming, you're amazing."
Lu Ming reached out and ruffled Xiao Wu's hair, making her smooth scorpion braid a little messy.
"We shouldn't even bother with this kind of trash anymore."
"Let's go, it's too noisy here."
Lu Ming didn't want to be stared at like a monkey.
Especially those nobles and sects in the stands, their eyes were burning with desire, wishing they could rush down and win him over right now.
The group, surrounding Lu Ming, left the Great Soul Arena amidst countless gazes of awe and admiration.
...
Back in the lounge.
As soon as the door closed, most of the noise outside was shut out.
Ning Rongrong closed her eyes impatiently, her consciousness sinking into her sea of consciousness.
In the chat group.
[Little Witch]: Image.jpg Image.jpg Image.jpg
[Little Witch]: Although you weren't there, I think it's necessary to show you this guy's heroic figure! @All Members
The video Ning Rongrong uploaded was a high-definition image of Lu Ming spreading his blue silver crystal wings and hovering in the air, and finally stepping on Tang San's head.
This is a screenshot she saved using the chat group's screenshot function.
The group chat exploded instantly.
[Wanting a sweet romance]: Wow! So cool! What kind of soul skill is that? Those wings are so beautiful! They look like they're made of blue crystal!
[Poison Fairy]: Is that Tang San being trampled underfoot? Tsk tsk, his face is all deformed, he looks really pitiful. But he deserves it, who told him to be so arrogant before.
[My Son Is Not a Bastard]: Although Tang San is somewhat annoying, wasn't this a bit too harsh... However, Lu Ming's strength is indeed astonishing.
[Liu Erlong]: Heavy? Ah Yin, you didn't see Tang San's ruthless look, every move was meant to kill Lu Ming! This is called giving him a taste of his own medicine! I think Lu Ming is too merciful, he should have just crippled him!
[Bunny is the cutest]: Exactly! Sister Erlong is right!
Wuhun City, Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong sat on the papal chair, holding a scepter in her hand, gazing at the scene in her mind's eye.
The boy with wings on his back was like a god descending to earth.
Especially those eyes; even through the screen, you could feel that arrogant air of looking down on the world.
(End of chapter)