Soul Land 5: The Rebirth of Tang San

Chapter 466: Peacock Lion-Tiger Yin-Yang Palm

Chapter 466: Peacock Lion-Tiger Yin-Yang Palm

On the surface, the events on the stage seemed simple, but the real contest had begun with the twin-hammer soundwave attack. The Golden Mammoth created an opening for itself with the soundwave impact, while Tang San used the Purple Demon Eyes' mental shock to buy himself some time. By forcibly cutting through the Golden Mammoth’s attack with the Lion-Tiger Golden Force, he managed to land an attack of his own.

The Golden Mammoth's massive physique was undoubtedly its greatest advantage, but its large size also made it less agile. It was indeed deceptively fast and nimble, but how could it compare to Tang San? Thus, Tang San exploited this weakness to land a hit.

Given Tang San's toughness, he naturally couldn't afford to be hit by those heavy hammers. As he himself had discovered in a similar arena, when a hammer collided with a head, the head was usually on the losing side.

He didn't have a weapon to avoid hindering his agility. But was his barehanded attack so easy to withstand?

At this moment, the Golden Mammoth begged to disagree.

Tang San's seemingly light palm strike on its strong chest muscles initially felt like a mere tickle to the Golden Mammoth. Even if the opponent was a newly ascended Demon or Nymph King, unless they were particularly adept at attacking or wielding a divine weapon, harming it would be very difficult. How could this small human pose a threat?

However, as Tang San rebounded and the Golden Mammoth landed, preparing to continue its attack, it sensed something amiss.

Inside its chest, its mighty heart suddenly skipped a beat. Immediately after, the Golden Mammoth felt a tightening sensation in his chest.

Heat and cold appeared almost simultaneously within it; the heart was invaded directly, and with that, the entire blood flow was impacted. The Golden Mammoth could no longer pursue Tang San and instead stood still, sucking in a harsh breath of air.

Then the scorching and cold energies exploded, and its bloodline power was affected. The incredible pain made the Golden Mammoth's face turn pale, and the golden color on its skin faded significantly.

How is this possible? How did this happen? How did he do it?

The Golden Mammoth's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Tang San was also observing it. Seeing its complexion change and its aura weaken instantly, he knew he had succeeded.

Was that seemingly light palm strike really that easy to block? How could it be, when it was a condensation of Tang San's entire strength?

That palm strike carried three of his bloodline abilities: Peacock Transformation, Lion-Tiger Transformation, and Blue Silver Emperor.

The Lion-Tiger Transformation's function, or rather the Lion-Tiger Golden Force’s function, was to devour a portion of the Golden Mammoth's formidable bloodline power reinforcing its chest muscles, thus weakening its defense. Then, taking advantage of this opportunity, the spatial power of the Peacock Transformation manifested, injecting Tang San's subsequent attack directly inside the Golden Mammoth’s chest through spatial transmission and simply bypassing the thick and tough hide, flesh, and ribcage.

As for the Blue Silver Emperor, it had just absorbed the purest yang and yin energies from the Sunborne and Earthshade Nymph Emperors, respectively. Now, it was no longer what it used to be; the hybrid plant bloodline had been largely replaced by these yin and yang energies. However, the Blue Silver Emperor's remaining aura acted as a kind of adhesive, stabilizing the combination.

When Tang San stimulated the Blue Silver Emperor imprint, these yin and yang energies would reinforce whatever attack he used. This time, he used spatial transmission to shift some pure yin and yang energy into his opponent’s body.

The Golden Mammoth naturally didn’t have the same abilities as Tang San, who could forcibly balance the yin and yang energies with luck and the Blue Silver Emperor. Therefore, the extremely violent yang and yin energies rampaged in its heart.

Although these two streams of energy weren't very strong, they were of extreme attributes! If they had acted elsewhere, the Golden Mammoth could have withstood them with its strong defense, but in the heart, the impact was naturally significant.

Thus, Tang San's seemingly light palm strike could be accurately called Peacock Lion-Tiger Yin-Yang Palm. Or maybe the Triple Transformation Palm.

Tang San only had some basic control over the yin and yang energies, and the imprint's power wasn't all that great. However, two of his bloodline imprints came from genuine first-tier bloodlines, and his Blue Silver Emperor was now also around that level.

The Golden Mammoth's defense was indeed ridiculous. Had it been an ordinary demon or nymph instead, then even without the yin-yang energy, just the domineering Lion-Tiger Golden Force teleported directly inside their heart would be enough to kill them on the spot.

Tang San didn't seize the opportunity to exterminate his fallen opponent. This palm strike had exhausted him considerably. The yin and yang energies had temporarily lost balance due to the output, and he needed to stabilize them. He couldn't use them again for the time being.

The yin and yang energies he had previously gathered were limited. Although he had begun absorbing these energies from the air through the imprint, extremely pure yin and yang energies were scarcely found in ordinary spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Increasing his reserves was bound to be a painfully slow process.

With things being as they were, it was already impressive if he could use the Triple Transformation Palm once a day.

However, for today's battle, this palm strike was basically enough.

Tang San placed his hands behind his back and silently observed the Golden Mammoth before him. He wanted to see if its defense would allow it to continue the fight.

"Clang!" One heavy hammer fell to the ground, followed by the other.

The Golden Mammoth clutched its chest with both hands and knelt on one knee, gasping heavily. The dark golden light on its skin flickered, its face turned pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down from its forehead.

This sudden change immediately caused the noisy crowd to quiet down.

Even though the seven-meter-tall Golden Mammoth knelt down, its figure was still much larger than Tang San's. Yet at this moment, the tiny little human on the stage appeared titanically grand in the eyes of all the spectators.

How could this be possible? In one move, the Golden Mammoth lost its combat capability? Wasn't this one of the favorites to advance?

At this moment, Tang San moved, swiftly charging toward the Golden Mammoth. The Golden Mammoth sensed his approach and instinctively reached out to grab Tang San, but another wave of intense throbbing hit its chest. The stimulation from the yin-yang energy made it feel as if its heart was being crushed by an iron grip, and its strength instantly drained away.

Tang San, using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, slipped directly through its thick arms and reached its front. His right hand pressed on its forehead, and his voice, carrying spiritual power, sounded in its ears. "Admit defeat."

"I..." Feeling the steady and cold hand on its forehead, the Golden Mammoth raised its head to look at Tang San. A trace of reluctance flashing in its eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear.

If the opponent could channel energy into its heart, why couldn't he do the same to its brain? And if that strange energy entered its brain, then whatever defenses it had weren’t worth a single demonshard coin.

It lowered its head dejectedly. "I admit defeat."

The referee thus announced the end of the match. "Number six of Group Three wins!"

This was undoubtedly a result no one had anticipated. A weak human actually defeated the powerful Golden Mammoth—how unbelievable was that? Yet, the truth was before everyone's eyes. Unless the Golden Mammoth was pretending and deliberately lost, which was simply unthinkable, what kind of power did this human possess?

Tang San actually didn't want to defeat his opponent so conspicuously—it attracted too much attention. But he knew his own situation. This Golden Mammoth definitely had the strength to challenge a Demon King-level opponent. Given its impressive defense, Tang San had to achieve a surprise victory, and he only had that one chance. If he failed, then with his current strength, he wouldn’t have stood a chance of winning unless he used his divine consciousness, which he had to avoid at all costs.