"O-Orchid Hand Technique?"
Tang San was slamd to the ground like a ragdoll hit by a car, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood with an audible gasp. However, he ignored the pain surging through his body and propped up his upper body with one elbow while pointing at Chen Ming with his other hand, exclaiming in shock.
The Orchid Hand Technique—this was supposed to be an unparalleled martial art that had been lost for centuries in Tang San's world.
Even within the Tang Sect's records, the master who created this technique was said to rival the greatest sect leaders and founders of the Tang Sect. He was considered one of the Five Greatest Martial Masters Under Heaven. The Orchid Hand Technique was even said to be on par with the legendary Mysterious Jade Hand within the Tang Sect.
Although Tang San had never seen it before, and even the entirety of the Tang Sect had no record of anyone witnessing the real Orchid Hand Technique, legend described it as a skill resembling the graceful movents of a scholar playing a zither. The technique appeared soft and feeble, like an orchid swaying in the breeze, hence the na.
Seeing Chen Ming's actions, how could Tang San not be shocked? How could he not be terrified?
"What Orchid? This move is my self-created soul skill, and I just call it the 'Pressure Point Hand'," Chen Ming squinted slightly, feigning irritation as he looked at Tang San. Internally, however, he was a bit surprised. He hadn't expected that in Tang San's previous life's world, Zither cultivator might have existed.
"What, have you seen sothing similar before?"
"You..." Tang San was montarily relieved upon hearing this. Though he still appeared utterly horrified on the surface, he secretly reached for the Moonlit Night on Twenty-Four Bridges at his waist. He intended to retrieve the Tang Sect's top-tier, chanism-based hidden weapon, the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, capable of killing even Soul Ancestors.
But just as his fingers brushed against the soul-guiding device and before he could gather his soul power, Chen Ming casually kicked a small rock from the ground. The stone flew directly into Tang San's chest, striking his Tanzhong acupoint. This disrupted Tang San's soul power, causing his already labored breathing to beco even more erratic, leaving him unable to mobilize the internal energy of his Mysterious Heaven Skill.
Glaring at Chen Ming, who appeared (completely unconvincingly) smug, Tang San gritted his teeth in fury, nearly biting through his gums. With his martial soul suppressed, his hidden weapons countered, and his internal energy thrown into chaos, he was at a loss for what cards he had left to play.
Driven by anger and malice, Tang San felt a cool sensation emanating from his head. A strange power surged into his mind, temporarily alleviating his pain and sharpening his thoughts.
"Could this be the ability granted by my skull soul bone?"
Tang San thought to himself. Seizing the opportunity provided by his newfound clarity, he desperately stabilized a thread of soul power and activated the soul skill of his skull soul bone.
As the skill took effect, a faintly stimulating sensation spread from Tang San's head. His skull began to distort and swell monstrously, his head becoming pointed, and his facial skin seed to take on a carapace-like texture.
Under the influence of the Demon Spider Devour soul skill granted by his skull soul bone, Tang San didn't manage to absorb any soul power. However, he still felt his ntal energy sharpen and his soul power grow colder. Even the pain in his body began to subside significantly.
With a flip, Tang San leaped up from the ground. Like a spider, he summoned his martial soul again. Due to the interference of his skull soul skill, the Blue Silver Grass he summoned now appeared darker, closer to a deep purple. Not only had it grown thicker, but its leaves had also changed shape, and a faintly ominous aura emanated from the vines.
There was no doubt—this was the poison of the Man-Faced Demon Spider, or at least a partial manifestation of it.
The trope of power awakening after a setback is an essential trait for protagonists, and while Tang San was a protagonist-turned-antagonist, he still retained so elents of the protagonist's halo. Naturally, he too gained this ability.
Originally, Chen Ming hadn't expected Tang San to have such strong compatibility with the Man-Faced Demon Spider soul beast. Having obtained the soul bone only a day ago, Tang San was already showing signs of rging with the lingering will and bloodline of the Man-Faced Demon Spider within the soul bone under Chen Ming's provocation. This was evident in the increasingly pointed shape of Tang San's skull, sothing that would never happen under normal circumstances.
"Second Soul Skill: Parasite! First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Bind!"
Tang San shouted, launching several deep purple-blue Blue Silver Grass vines like spider silk from his wrists. Seeds dropped from the vines onto the ground, quickly growing before extending like tentacles to entangle Chen Ming.
Honestly, even with Tang San's mutated martial soul and its new poison, if Chen Ming were to release his aura—even just a portion of it—he could easily suppress Tang San's Blue Silver Grass to the point of collapse. Whether it was his wood elent aura or his poison elent aura, either would suffice.
If Chen Ming were to relax his suppression even slightly, the aura of the Blue Silver Emperor and the reverence it commanded from the Blue Silver Grass clan would be enough to make Tang San's Blue Silver Grass self-destruct.
But to encourage Tang San to keep using his skull soul bone and further develop his Blue Silver Grass along this poisonous path, Chen Ming feigned a surprised expression. He then summoned his martial soul—
The Scorpion Emperor martial soul, complete with five soul rings—yellow, purple, purple, purple, and black—crafted purely for appearance's sake.
To be honest, this wasn't even a true Martial Soul Possession. Chen Ming had rely used a tiny fraction of his martial soul's power to conjure a fake martial soul.
This kind of technique was only possible thanks to the selfless technical support of the Angel God. Otherwise, Chen Ming would have had to pretend that his martial soul was so mutated version of the Erald Scorpion Emperor.
The oppressive aura of a top-tier martial soul bore down on Tang San, and the absurd soul ring configuration and Soul King-level power montarily left Tang San breathless. Under Tang San's incredulous gaze, Chen Ming swung his scorpion pincers, tearing through the web of deep purple Blue Silver Grass. His first soul ring lit up, emanating a terrifyingly poisonous aura.
Of course, this poison was extracted from the Jade Phosphorus Seven Absolute Flower and diluted many tis over. Otherwise, with Chen Ming's current strength, releasing his first soul skill would leave no living creatures within a ten-mile radius. Even Tang Hao wouldn't escape death by poison.
Though Chen Ming appeared to have neglected poison developnt in favor of other areas, this was simply because his poison had already reached an insurmountable level by mortal standards. Its further developnt could only advance in divine aspects, and the Douluo World's environnt made that progress unlikely in the short term.
In terms of poison, Chen Ming's was far stronger than even the 96th-level Dugu Bo. Across the entirety of the Douluo Continent, if Chen Ming claid second place, no one—human or soul beast—would dare claim first.
But for the sake of the act, Chen Ming deliberately limited his power to give Tang San a false impression, ensuring Tang San continued down the wrong path.
The erald-green poisonous mist corroded Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, causing it to emit a sizzling sound. However, the corrosion process seed far slower than expected. Chen Ming had no choice but to swing his pincers, using brute force to tear through the roots and stems of the Blue Silver Grass, causing it to wither rapidly.
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