Douluo Continent: Naru Sacred Heart, Snow Shines Forever

Tang San's figure disappeared from the spot.

It's not a ghostly apparition, but a pure, beast-like burst of power.

The next second, he was already in front of the stone mill.

The four tips of the eight spider spears simultaneously pierced the tortoise shell of the millstone.

Stone Mill's Xuanwu Turtle defense was almost top-notch among its peers, but the tips of the eight spider spears pierced the turtle shell, making a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and four spider spears were pierced deep inside.

"ah--!"

The stone mill screamed and retreated, leaving four holes in its shell, from which blood gushed.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his lips trembled, but he gritted his teeth and did not collapse.

The skin around the wound quickly turned an abnormal bluish-purple, and Shi Mo felt as if his limbs were filled with lead, with a heavy feeling spreading from the wound to his whole body.

Blue Silver Grass surged from beneath Tang San's feet, not through precise control, but through a frenzied and furious outpouring.

Blue-purple grass grew wildly at the foot of the stone mill, wrapping around his ankles, knees, and waist.

The blades of grass were torn apart by the edge of the tortoise shell, but more blades of grass surged up, layer upon layer, like a tide that submerged the lower half of the millstone.

Tang San raised his Eight Spider Lances again, the tips aimed at Shi Mo's chest.

"Tang San!"

Yu Tianheng's roar exploded from the side.

He had very little soul power left, but he did not hesitate.

A purple light ignited within his will, and his body slammed into Tang San.

Two eight-spider spears shot out from behind, heading towards Yu Tianheng's right claw.

The spider spear and the dragon claw collided, and Yu Tianheng was pushed back by the recoil.

The tip of a spider spear slashed his ribs, and a bluish-purple color quickly spread around the wound.

But he didn't stop.

"Look carefully at what you're doing!"

His body collided with Tang San's side. There was no lightning, just a body exhausted to the extreme. The two of them fell onto the arena together.

Tang San's Eight Spider Lances instinctively pierced towards Yu Tianheng the moment he fell, with the tips of four spider spears stopping just an inch away from his throat and chest.

Yu Tianheng did not dodge.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, looking into Tang San's eyes.

But Tang San didn't hear it; his pupils were only crimson.

The dark red patterns on the eight spider spears lit up again, and the tips began to tremble slightly, an instinctive reaction of a predator when it smells its prey.

Stab it.

There's a voice inside my body saying this.

"The other woman!"

Dai Mubai's voice boomed from the side.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was hoarse and tinged with blood.

Then a tremendous force slapped Tang San's waist from the side.

He flew sideways, his back slamming into a pillar at the edge of the ring.

With a loud bang, stone chips flew everywhere.

Osro stood where he had been, his ghostly claw still in the striking position, watching Tang San lying on the ground warily.

In that brief moment, he saw Tang San's eyes; they weren't human eyes.

If he were even a second late, if he were even a minute slower...

Yu Tianheng got up from the ground, his right arm hanging limply at his side, his face ashen, and the right half of his body was beginning to go numb, but he gritted his teeth and did not fall down.

He looked at Oslo, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Boss Yu," Oslo's voice was strained.

"His spider spears... are poisonous."

Yu Tianheng glanced down at the wound on his ribs; the bluish-purple poison had spread to his chest, but he didn't look at his injury.

His gaze passed over Oslo's shoulder and fixed intently on Tang San.

Tang San lay prone on the edge of the arena, his Eight Spider Lances spread out behind him like a giant spider, his shoulders heaving violently, accompanied by inhuman panting.

"Third Brother!"

Xiao Wu's voice came from afar, tinged with sobs.

Tang San's fingers twitched.

"Third Brother! Wake up!"

Xiao Wu's voice was like a needle, piercing through the crimson mist.

Tang San blinked, and the crimson color faded slightly.

He looked up sharply.

Oslo stood in front of Yu Tianheng, his ghostly claws slightly bent, watching him warily.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

What was he about to do?

A faint, dark red light lingered at the tip of the eight spider spears—a sign of devouring. If he were to pierce it...

His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

No, that ability must never be revealed to anyone.

He looked over here and saw Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu was still lying on the ground, gritting her teeth and propping herself up.

But she was looking at him, and in her eyes was not fear, but worry.

I'm worried about him!

Then he saw the audience, 20,000 pairs of eyes.

Several figures stood up from the VIP seats, Chen Jieqi's solemn smile, and the faint golden patterns on the sleeves of the old man in black robes.

Everyone saw it.

Eight spider spears, external soul bones, all his secrets.

What if these people knew that his Eight Spider Lances had a devouring effect?

What does Little Dance Party think?

No, it can't be used anymore.

The eight spider spears trembled slightly behind him, and the dark red patterns slowly faded, turning back into a cold blue-purple.

In the VIP section, the old man in black robes slowly sat down, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

"You've stopped... Interesting. It's not that you can't control yourself, it's that you don't want anyone to see."

His companion frowned.

"That thing behind him... is it a human-faced demon spider?"

"No," the old man shook his head.

"Even rarer than the Human-Faced Demon Spider. It's an external soul bone that evolves as the host grows... if he's willing to reveal it."

He paused, his gaze falling on Tang San, his voice lowering slightly.

"This kid is smarter than I thought. He knows what to show and what to keep hidden forever."

He paused for a moment, then added, his voice even softer, as if speaking only to himself.

"After tonight, we must keep an eye on this child named Tang San."

Tang San slowly retracted the Eight Spider Spears, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the ring and mixing with the blood.

He raised his head and looked at Yu Tianheng.

Yu Tianheng walked from behind Oslo to in front of him.

The lightning on his right claw had completely extinguished, the knuckles of his left fist were likely fractured, and blood was still seeping from the hole in his shoulder.

The wound on his ribs was bluish-purple, his right arm hung limply at his side, his fingertips slightly curled, and he had completely lost sensation, but he stood very straight.

The crimson in Tang San's eyes had completely faded. He looked at Yu Tianheng and remained silent for a long time.

"I lost," he said.

The sound was very soft, but everyone in the ring heard it.

Yu Tianheng was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

He looked at his teammates behind him. Graphite and Stone Mill were covered in wounds, but they were still standing. Stone Mill's wounds were even darker than his.

Tianxuan's azure vine was mostly broken, but it did not fall. Yufeng stood staggeringly, half of his body was charred, and Oslo's face was pale, with blood on his ghost claws.

Ye Lingling was already on the verge of collapsing.

The pinkish-white light of the Nine-Heart Begonia grew dimmer and dimmer, her lips lost their color, and her vision began to blur, but she continued to receive treatment.

Yu Tianheng turned around and looked at Tang San.

"you're good,"

His voice was hoarse, but sincere.

"But sometimes, the strongest opponent is not the person standing in front of you."

Tang San remained silent for a moment.

"It's the one that stands in your own heart."

He said in a low voice.

Yu Tianheng paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Let's go."

He turned and walked towards his teammates.

"I should go thank Lingling."

He walked to Ye Lingling's side, reached out and supported her shoulder. Ye Lingling raised her head, her face as pale as paper, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

"We won."

She said softly.

"Um,"

Yu Tianheng nodded.

"Thanks to you."

When Yu Tianheng reached the edge of the arena, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

Tang San was still kneeling on the arena when Xiao Wu walked towards him.

Yu Tianheng was silent for a moment, then turned around and continued walking forward.

Tang San knelt on the arena, watching the seven members of the Royal Fight team help each other off the stage.

Ye Lingling walked at the back, and the pink and white light of the Nine-Heart Begonia finally went out.

Her steps were unsteady, as if she might fall at any moment. Tianxuan turned around and supported her. She didn't say anything, but just nodded gently.

Then Tang San heard a voice behind him.

Dai Mubai got up from the ground, walked to Zhu Zhuqing's side, and helped her up. Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, but just leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Ma Hongjun got up from the ground, clutching his chest, and muttered something under his breath.

Oscar lay on the ground, his clothes soaked in blood on the back, but he was smiling.

"Fatty, that last shot of yours was fucking accurate..."

"Shut up! Your shoulder's been ripped open and you still have the nerve to praise me..."

Ning Rongrong got up from the ground, stumbled over to Oscar, squatted down, and put his hand on her shoulder.

Xiao Wu clutched her waist and walked step by step to Tang San's side.

"Third Brother..."

Her voice was soft, trembling with tears.

Tang San raised his head and looked at Xiao Wu.

There was still blood at the corner of her mouth, and her face was still pale, but she was smiling.

"You scared me just now!"

Xiao Wu said,

"His eyes were red."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly, as if she were speaking only to Tang San.

"But I know you're not like that, you're just... too worried about me."

Tang San remained silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Then he silently added a sentence in his mind.

"I'm sorry for making you worry. I'm sorry I almost gave myself away."

The Tang Clan's hidden weapons and the Eight Spider Lances' devouring ability—none of these things can be known to anyone.

We've already exposed enough today; next time... we can't let this happen again.

Xiao Wu shook her head and stretched out her hand.

"Come on, help me up."

Tang San took her hand and stood up.

On the arena, the Shrek Seven Devils supported each other as they walked down step by step.

DouDou stood on the main battle stage, watching the backs of both sides, took a deep breath, and her voice resounded throughout the arena.

"Teamfighting Spirit - Royal Fighting Team, Victory!"

The applause and cheers of 20,000 people rang out again, but this time, many of them were applauding the losers.

In a corner of the audience, several pairs of eyes never left Tang San's back.

Someone took out paper and pen and hurriedly scribbled something in the dim light.

People were talking in hushed tones, their voices drowned out by applause; only their lip movements could be vaguely discerned.

"Shrek...Tang San...External Soul Bone..."

After tonight, the name "Tang San of Shrek Academy" will no longer belong solely to the Soto Grand Arena!