"Good brother, thanks for the advice!"
The more Tang San thought about it, the more convinced he became that the path of ultimate poison suited him perfectly. Even the way he looked at Bai Mu now carried a bit more closeness and gratitude.
"It's nothing. As long as it helps,"
Bai Mu replied with a faint smile, clearly pleased that he could "help" his "good friend."
"Good kid… that's a solid idea."
Hidden underground, Tang Hao, who had overheard everything, nodded quietly.
He understood his son well. Bai Mu's proposal truly suited Tang San better than Yu Xiaogang's plan.
The Path of Poison might not shine in one-on-one duels, but it was terrifying when used to crush weaker enemies or dominate group battles.
Tang Hao had heard of Poison Douluo before—unable to defeat other Titled Douluo head-on, yet capable of leaving an enemy force with only their Titled Douluo standing.
The Clear Sky Sect had a blood feud with Spirit Hall. If Blue Silver Grass could become a tool for wiping out entire teams, and later be paired with the invincible Clear Sky Hammer…
The image was almost intoxicating.
In a trance, Tang Hao seemed to see himself and Tang San slaughtering their enemies, avenging Ah Yin, and restoring the glory of the Clear Sky Sect.
But then—
"A mere Rank 40 Spirit Elder daring to challenge a Spirit Saint… young people really are reckless."
Tang Hao sighed as he watched Bai Mu walk into the open field to face Zhao Wuji.
Even he, back in his prime as a genius, would never have casually challenged a Spirit Saint.
Still, he was curious—what kind of surprise would this Bai Mu bring?
"Kid, it's your turn."
On the field, Zhao Wuji, now fully recovered, grinned at Bai Mu.
"Let me see where you get the confidence to challenge me."
With that, he casually lit an incense stick and tossed it aside.
"Confidence comes from strength, doesn't it?"
A Rank 76 Spirit Saint versus a Rank 40 Spirit Elder—the gap was absurdly large.
Yet there was no fear in Bai Mu's eyes, only excitement.
"Little Soft, ready to go all out?"
As he spoke, spirit rings rose beneath Bai Mu's feet. He immediately activated Jungle Healing.
"Awoo—"
Zygarde let out a low growl, its entire body tense and ready.
"Go. Double Team!"
"Awoo!"
At Bai Mu's command, Zygarde dashed forward. Its body flickered, splitting into dozens of indistinguishable figures.
Like an army of dragon hounds, they charged straight at Zhao Wuji.
"So many?!"
Zhao Wuji's expression changed instantly. The casual look in his eyes vanished as his spirit possessed him, his already massive body swelling with power.
"Mighty Vajra Palm!"
His second spirit ring lit up as both palms slammed into the ground. A terrifying shockwave erupted in all directions.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
In an instant, most of the dragon hounds shattered into nothingness. Only four solid bodies remained, lunging forward and biting down viciously.
"Hah!"
With no room to dodge, Zhao Wuji didn't retreat at all. His first spirit ring flared as he activated Immovable King Body, hardening his defense and tanking the attack head-on.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dull impacts echoed as four Zygardes bit him from different angles at once. Their sharp fangs nearly broke through his defense with Crunch.
"Tch… petty tricks."
Zhao Wuji grimaced as pain flickered across his face. His first spirit ring shone even brighter, and a burst of spirit power erupted outward, blasting the four dragon hounds away.
"The real one… is this!"
He turned sharply, locking onto the Zygarde whose bite had hit hardest.
His second spirit ring lit up as he threw a heavy punch, filled with vajra fury, straight toward it.
"Glare! Dodge!"
Zygarde twisted its body to retreat, but its pure white eyes suddenly released a soul-shaking, eerie light.
Flash!
The light struck Zhao Wuji head-on. A wave of numbness spread through his body, like electricity coursing through his limbs.
His speed dropped instantly—his movements slowing by more than half.
He could only watch as Zygarde leapt lightly aside, evading the blow.
"Dragon Pulse!"
Mid-leap, Zygarde unleashed a shockwave that swallowed Zhao Wuji and exploded violently.
Boom!
Sand and stone flew everywhere.
But both Bai Mu and Zygarde knew—this attack couldn't truly hurt him.
"Don't relax. Heavy Stomp!"
"Awoo—!"
Before the dust settled, Bai Mu and Zygarde controlled three substitute dragon hounds to slam the ground in unison.
Three consecutive shockwaves rippled outward.
Buzz—! Buzz—! Buzz—!
The range was wide and difficult to avoid, but because the attacks came from substitutes, their power was pitiful.
Zhao Wuji barely paid them any attention.
"What was that ability just now…? Wait—something's wrong!"
As the shockwaves hit him one after another, Zhao Wuji suddenly felt his legs weaken. The numbness worsened.
His already reduced speed dropped even further.
"This spirit ability can slow me down too?!"
His eyes widened in shock.
Earlier, he could still rely on his rank advantage to dominate in speed—but now, speed had become his greatest weakness.
"You guessed right. No prize, though."
Bai Mu spoke coldly while maintaining Jungle Healing.
"Heavy Stomp. Earth Divine Power."
"Awoo—!"
The three substitute dragon hounds stomped the ground again, releasing another wave of shockwaves.
"Kid, now I'm getting serious!"
Zhao Wuji roared as his fifth spirit ability activated. Gravity Squeeze crushed the incoming shockwaves instantly.
He reached out with his massive palm and clenched the air. Invisible gravity twisted and crushed the three dragon hounds.
Then—
"Earth Divine Power!"
A blinding pillar of light tore through the ground beneath Zhao Wuji, erupting violently.
For the first time in his life, Zhao Wuji realized the earth itself could burn.
Boom—!
A massive explosion sent his short, wounded body flying helplessly into the air.
For a moment, he was a sitting duck.
Yet Zhao Wuji didn't panic.
Instead, he turned toward Zygarde. His fourth and second spirit rings lit up simultaneously.
Fourth Spirit Ability—Positional Tracking!
Under everyone's gaze, Zhao Wuji stepped through the air itself, charging straight at Zygarde.
"Die, you damn mutt!"
Laughing wildly, he brought down a Mighty Vajra Palm toward Zygarde's head.
The palm strike thundered like a storm, carrying unstoppable force.
After Positional Tracking, this attack was guaranteed to hit.
But—
"Substitute!"
"Awoo—!"
The instant Bai Mu's telepathic command was issued, another dragon hound burst out from Zygarde's body, yanking it away.
The next moment—
Thud!
The Mighty Vajra Palm smashed into the substitute, which instantly dissipated, the residual force shaking the ground.
"How is that even possible?!"
Zhao Wuji nearly went insane.
He had clearly locked onto the real body!
How could this dog still swap in a fake and escape?!
Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. What horrible luck!
"That's right—Substitute."
Bai Mu smiled brightly as he looked at Zhao Wuji's furious expression.
"It may look useless, but at critical moments, it always takes a hit for you—and disgusts you in the process."
What a pity he didn't have Toxic yet.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be playing a paralysis-based strategy at all.
A real-world version of Substitute–Protect–Toxic… now that would truly be unbearable.
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