Xiao Wu fell to the ground, unable to rise, her breathing weak and erratic — she had taken the fragmentation grenade's blast head-on.
This also revealed a truth: even a grenade forged from ordinary iron could injure a Soul Master between level thirty and forty.
However, Zhou Sidong's strongest grenade wasn't that one — it was forged from refined iron essence.
The reason he hadn't used it on Xiao Wu was because his own soul power hadn't yet reached its bottleneck. Otherwise, this rabbit's soul ring and soul bone would have been his without hesitation.
Below the stage, tens of thousands of spectators were utterly silent. Every one of them gawked in confusion, unable to comprehend what that iron sphere San Yue Zhi Dong had thrown was.
The explosion's destructive power was enough to severely wound a Soul Sovereign. No one in the audience recognized such a weapon — it had to be something San Yue Zhi Dong himself had invented. Terrifying beyond belief.
Beneath the arena, Yu Xiaogang and Flender clenched their fists tightly, their faces full of worry for Xiao Wu's condition. Once one entered the Death Battle Arena, life and death were left to fate — no one could intervene.
Unless Zhou Sidong voluntarily stopped fighting, no one could do a thing.
"No— San Yue Zhi Dong! I, Flender, beg you here and now — you cannot kill Xiao Wu!"
Flender's voice trembled as he spoke, his forehead drenched with sweat.
Xiao Wu wasn't just his student — she was someone Tang Hao valued. If she died here today at Zhou Sidong's hands, Flender's own fate would be miserable beyond imagination.
On the other side, Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened, his lips muttering nonstop: "Impossible… absolutely impossible… how could the Zhuge Divine Crossbow fail?"
Yu Xiaogang had full confidence in the Zhuge Divine Crossbow's power. He had explicitly forbidden Tang San and the others from using it during matches. His research had concluded it was lethal against Soul Masters below level forty — a conclusion he and Tang San had painstakingly tested over time.
Now, Xiao Wu lay gravely wounded and on the verge of death.
If she died today… Yu Xiaogang dared not imagine what would become of his disciple. After all, those two were as close as siblings, bound by years of affection.
"San Yue Zhi Dong, let this end here."
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Zhou Sidong.
"What the hell are you supposed to be? End here? You think one sentence fixes everything?"
Zhou Sidong sneered, the corner of his eye sweeping disdainfully toward Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang's face twisted with fury. "San Yue Zhi Dong! What exactly do you want?!"
"It's simple," Zhou Sidong said calmly. "I want you dead."
"You… what did you say?!"
Yu Xiaogang instinctively stepped back several paces, his heart pounding. In Zhou Sidong's eyes, he saw it — killing intent, cold and sharp as lightning, locked firmly on him.
"Wh–What do you mean by this?"
Yu Xiaogang's scalp prickled. He'd never crossed Zhou Sidong before — why would this man want him dead?
Zhou Sidong let out a cold snort, jabbing a finger at Yu Xiaogang's face as he shouted, "Don't think I don't know what you're scheming. Because the Thousand-Hand Shura is your disciple, you planned to use the Soft Bone Charming Rabbit and that crossbow of hers to attack me!
I examined those bolts — the craftsmanship is refined indeed, strong enough to kill any Soul Master below level forty.
So, you piece of trash, this whole 'borrowed knife to kill' act was your doing, wasn't it, you useless waste?!"
"You!!!"
Veins bulged on Yu Xiaogang's forehead. The fury he'd been bottling up nearly burst.
Having his plot exposed in front of everyone — his face burned with humiliation.
"In arena battles, injuries are normal! Your disciple getting hurt is nothing special — it happens every day in the Great Spirit Arena. And yet you, you worthless piece of trash, to avenge your student, pushed her into the Death Battle Arena, gambling that your little toy crossbow could kill me!
You thought that if she succeeded, you'd not only avenge your disciple but also earn his admiration — make him revere you even more!"
Zhou Sidong's words left Yu Xiaogang trembling uncontrollably, bloodshot eyes wide, jaw clenched so hard it could've shattered his teeth.
"Shut up! Shut up!!!"
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang was like a rabid dog, barking madly at Zhou Sidong.
Zhou Sidong clicked his tongue and sneered, lifting a middle finger in contempt.
"Since you could convince the Soft Bone Charming Rabbit to willingly step into a deathmatch, that means her relationship with the Thousand-Hand Shura is rather close. And since you're the Thousand-Hand Shura's teacher… then, by that logic, she should be calling you teacher as well."
Zhou Sidong analyzed coldly, paying no mind to Yu Xiaogang's mortified face.
"What the hell do you want?!"
Yu Xiaogang roared, inching backward again until he was beside Flender — only then did he feel a hint of safety.
"Seems I was right after all," Zhou Sidong said. "You useless bastard — let me make something clear to you."
He grabbed Xiao Wu by the clothes and dragged her limp body to the edge of the platform.
The crowd had no idea what Zhou Sidong planned, but the entire arena was deathly silent, every eye fixed on him.
Whispers broke out among the spectators — fingers pointing at Yu Xiaogang, voices muttering criticisms behind his back.
Yu Xiaogang's heart pounded faster, cold sweat soaking through his shirt. Under Zhou Sidong's vicious glare, he felt like prey caught in a trap.
Finally, Zhou Sidong spoke:
"Listen carefully, you worthless excuse for a man! Everything that happened today — every single thing — was your doing! You pushed the Soft Bone Charming Rabbit, who calls you teacher, onto a deathmatch stage! You have no teacher's virtue, treating your student's life like grass beneath your feet! How can someone like you even call himself a mentor to the Thousand-Hand Shura? You are not even worthy of being called human — you disgrace of a son!!!"
Yu Xiaogang's mind went blank. His nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers.
"Xiaogang…"
Flender stared at his old friend, unable to recognize him anymore. Indeed, everything Zhou Sidong said was true.
Before Xiao Wu entered the Death Battle Arena, she had hesitated. She had only acted on impulse — but before she could even agree, Yu Xiaogang had already done it for her.
Back then, he'd said to her:"Xiao Wu, you saw what happened to Xiao San. Don't you want to avenge him?"
"Of course I do!" she had replied instantly. But then she hesitated. "But… I'm not his match."
Even Tang San wasn't Zhou Sidong's opponent — how could she be?
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang had pulled out the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and handed it to Xiao Wu, speaking with full confidence:"With your strength, no, you can't beat him. But with this — this Death Battle will end in your favor. Rely on the Zhuge Divine Crossbow's piercing power and force. You can definitely kill San Yue Zhi Dong with a single strike!"
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