Tang San pushed his Purple Demon Eyes to their limit, the purple light within his pupils faintly threatening to burst forth.
In this world of extreme speed where everything seemed frozen, Tang San's eyes were exceptionally agile, as if capturing everything within their gaze.
The eight fierce and precise counterattacks that Tang San unleashed further confirmed this.
This discovery shocked Lin Meng.
One must know that ordinary people wouldn't even have time to defend, let alone attack.
Yet, Tang San turned Lin Meng's advantage of speed into his own, making Lin Meng crash into the attacks he had set up.
And the initial binding of Blue Silver Grass was to buy him that moment of preparation.
The piercing speed of the Eight Spider Lances, combined with Lin Meng's own forward momentum, further closed the distance between them.
A sharp glint flashed in Tang San's purple eyes; he had been devising tactics to deal with Lin Meng since before the match, or even since the first match.
Lin Meng's speed was indeed very fast, and if it were any other control-type Spirit Master, they might have been defeated before they could even react, but before his Purple Demon Eyes, which were about to break through to the third realm, it wasn't an uncatchable speed.
One must know that the Tang Sect was famous for its hidden weapons, which required extremely sharp eyesight to use their elusive, concealed, and swift nature.
As one of the best among them, Tang San had long adapted to this kind of speed attack.
As long as one of the Eight Spider Lances pierced Lin Meng, the poison within would be released immediately, the terrifying toxicity inherited from the Man-Faced Demon Spider would instantly rob Lin Meng of his combat power.
"Come on, how are you going to dodge these eight spider lances?"
Tang San was confident in this attack, and according to this trend, the sharp spider lances were about to pierce through Lin Meng.
But at this moment, Tang San's keen insight allowed him to notice a terrifying scene that made his hair stand on end.
Lin Meng, who was in front of him, was actually staring straight into his eyes, and his lips even carried a meaningful smile.
At this moment, there was no trace of panic on Lin Meng's face; he even had the leisure to look at his expression when facing the threat of the Eight Spider Lances.
"How is that possible?"
However, before Tang San could be shocked, Lin Meng's figure forcibly stopped in the process of high-speed movement.
It could be seen that Lin Meng moved the other leg, which had not been involved in the initial propulsion and was close to the ground, very smoothly and naturally to the front, inserting it into the hard ground.
Under the powerful braking effect of the supporting leg, Lin Meng miraculously achieved a terrifying braking from one hundred to zero while moving at high speed.
The thigh muscles, bearing the impact of their own inertia alone, showed an exaggerated expansion, but Lin Meng still withstood the emergency brake; only the hard ground was shattered.
But this was not the end; after the supporting leg completed the emergency brake, the urgently needed firepower of the foot immediately exploded.
Crimson light reappeared, but this time its direction was from the ground upwards.
Lin Meng had already adjusted his body during the emergency braking process, and cooperating with this firepower propulsion, his whole person turned into a red flash, jumping upwards and instantly escaping the attack range of the Eight Spider Lances.
His body was like jumping high forward on the spot, his body naturally rolled forward, crossing over Tang San's head.
The pair of claws, which were thought to be used for defense, heavily chopped on the two spider lances at the very top.
Lin Meng intended to cut off Tang San's 'Blue Silver Grass' while dodging the attack.
However, what Lin Meng didn't expect was that his sharp claws struck the Eight Spider Lances, and his claws felt a hard touch.
The two collided, bursting out sparks of metal friction; not to mention cutting them off, Lin Meng could only leave some claw marks on the Eight Spider Lances at most.
"What, what is this thing?"
Lin Meng was also a little surprised in his heart, but his movements did not stop in the slightest.
Since he couldn't cut them off, Lin Meng changed from cutting to pulling, using his claws, which were embedded a little, to pull Tang San's body up from the ground with the help of the two spider lances.
Although Tang San could react, his body couldn't keep up with Lin Meng's changes.
Not to mention that the spider lances, whose forward force had not completely dissipated, were powerless to control even if he could react.
The powerful Eight Spider Lances, which had been hoped for, were now being used by Lin Meng in reverse; it was just a simple emergency stop and jump that completely reversed the situation between the two.
Lin Meng quickly curled up his body above Tang San's head, and then, with the help of the forward rolling force, and the power and speed that Tang San could not resist, he swung him around and heavily slammed Tang San face-down on the ground.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Different from the heavy sound of falling to the ground, several forward-pointing spider lances on Tang San's face were the first to insert into the ground, saving him from the miserable situation of hitting the ground face-first.
In this way, Tang San, hanging parallel to the earth by the spider lances, couldn't care about the nauseating feeling and looked at the ground of the training field in disbelief, unable to imagine that he had been defeated like this.
Because the position where he was standing was on the edge of the field, and now, after being swung around in a circle, he naturally fell outside the field.
At this time, Lin Meng's voice came from above his head, Tang San looked a little dazed, and unconsciously raised his head to look in Lin Meng's direction.
He saw Lin Meng squatting in a position only a line away from leaving the field, smiling and saying: "Tang San, don't be disappointed, as a control-type Spirit Master, your performance is impeccable.
However, it just so happens that my team also has excellent control-type Spirit Masters, and I have long been accustomed to your methods."
Just as Lin Meng was comforting Tang San, the referee finally reacted and announced the outcome of the duel.
Lin Meng VS Tang San, Lin Meng wins.
The entire competition process only lasted four seconds, one second more than the previous two games.
Lin Meng didn't care whether Tang San had listened to his words, and immediately stood up from the spot, turned around and left in the opposite direction, and also walked directly off the stage.
With the two most threatening members of Shrek defeated, the remaining members were not a threat.
Although he himself could easily defeat everyone, this kind of one-versus-seven act would offend his opponents too much, and Lin Meng did not have the vicious personality to abuse the weak.
So he left the stage.
But it was this pity for Shrek that made their hearts even more broken.
This charitable victory was a huge blow to this group of proud genius Spirit Masters.
Among them, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, these two teachers and disciples with much higher spirits than ordinary people, suffered an unprecedented setback.
Neither of them had ever thought that they would be defeated so quickly.
The difference in strength between the two was too great; from the beginning, this was a match destined to be lost.
Even if Tang San used the Eight Spider Lances, he couldn't close the distance between them.
As the saying goes, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's pupils lost their highlights and fell into dimness in this cruel victory and defeat.
Both sides left the stage, Tang San was muddled and didn't hear the referee's voice until he was taken back to the academy's seat with the support of his teammates.
