Chapter 152: Stir-Fried Blue Silver Grass

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Chapter 152 - 152: Stir-Fried Blue Silver Grass"Xiao San, Xiao San! We should go help Brother Dai first! Otherwise, we'll all be eliminated by that cat one by one!" Tang San coldly raised his head, his lifeless eyes fixed on Tom. This cat had dared to harm his beloved sister—it had already strayed far down the path of death. "Take good care of Xiao Wu. If anything happens to her, I'll hold you responsible," he said icily. Oscar, standing nearby, clenched his teeth. Even without Tang San's warning, he would have taken care of Xiao Wu—they were classmates, after all. But being threatened like this? I'm your classmate, not your slave! As the only food-type soul master in the continent with innate full soul power, Oscar had his own pride. Forget it. With enemies at our doorstep, maybe Tang San is just too worried to think straight. Oscar took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. "I'll take care of Xiao Wu," he said stiffly. Tang San immediately stood up, his eyes flashing purple. His hands turned jade-white as his figure blurred like a ghost. With a wave, he scattered countless Blue Silver Grass seeds across the battlefield. The seeds rapidly sprouted, growing into mature Blue Silver Grass that swayed gently, emitting a faint blue glow—the Blue Silver Domain. "Mu Bai, Fatty, cover me with the Zhuge Divine Crossbows. We'll attack together—it can't target all three of us at once. Today, I swear this cat will die without a burial place!" Tang San's voice was icy. Dai Mu Bai and Ma Hong Jun exchanged glances before nodding firmly. They retrieved their crossbows again, loading and firing as they charged forward. Tom remained unshaken, lying comfortably on Tai Long's unconscious body. He covered his ears with one paw while rapidly pulling the trigger—bang bang bang bang bang! Every recoil made Tai Long groan in pain. No one knew how Tom could fire so many shots without reloading, nor why the barrel didn't overheat. Even more baffling—the bullets, which should have flown out immediately, instead hovered motionlessly in midair. Then, when eight bullets had gathered, they neatly arranged themselves in formation, their tips bending forward as if nodding in greeting, before suddenly shooting toward the incoming bolts. Shen An didn't know what to say. Logically, this kind of gunplay should have been unique to Droopy—how could Tom do it too? With his Purple Demon Eyes, Tang San could clearly track the bullets' trajectories. He watched in disbelief as they curved midair, swaying arrogantly left and right. Even his own Hidden Weapon Hundred Solutions couldn't achieve such precision. Forty-eight crossbow bolts were intercepted by three bullets. His jade-white hands flicked out, sending a barrage of poisoned needles to intercept the remaining projectiles. Clink clink clink! Two more bullets were knocked down, leaving three—one each for Dai Mu Bai, Ma Hong Jun, and Tang San. Seeing no way to dodge, Dai Mu Bai roared, "White Tiger Vajra Transformation! White Tiger Protection Barrier!" His muscles bulged as a white barrier enveloped him. The bullet shattered the barrier before streaking toward his face. Terror filled Dai Mu Bai's eyes. He raised a massive tiger paw to block. Thud! The bullet pierced through his palm before embedding itself in his left cheek. "AAAAAHHHH—!" His agonized scream echoed through the arena. Ma Hong Jun fared slightly better. His terrifying Phoenix Flames superheated the bullet, but it still lodged into his left rib with a sizzle, drawing a pig-like squeal from him. Only Tang San remained unharmed. With his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Jade Hands, and Blue Silver Grass defenses, he managed to block the bullet—after all, he was a Soul Ancestor with an 8,000-year soul ring. But shock still surged through him. How could an ordinary cat single-handedly defeat five of the Shrek Seven Devils? The Eight Spider Lances erupted from his back. Now, he would fight with everything he had. This cat was too bizarre—he couldn't afford to give it any chance to turn the tables. Today, it had to die. In the spectator booth, Yu Xiaogang's face darkened completely. Except for Tang San, all his students had been defeated by a cat. "Can Xiao San really win against that cat?" he muttered, his usual confidence in Tang San wavering. A sense of powerlessness washed over him. If Tang San couldn't even beat a cat Shen An owned, didn't that mean Yu Xiaogang himself was a useless teacher? Tang San closed in rapidly, his Eight Spider Lances silently slicing toward Tom. A cold smile curled his lips—with these lances, he could drain the cat dry and make it die in agony. Tom's heart leaped into its throat. Why does this human have spider legs?! So scary! Panicking, Tom swung its gun toward Tang San and pulled the trigger. Tang San's expression changed. More bullets?! His Eight Spider Lances immediately switched from offense to defense, skittering backward across the ground. But after a long wait... nothing happened. When he looked up, Tom stuck out its tongue at him before turning tail and running. Tang San's face twisted with fury. I got tricked by a cat?! "Blue Silver Entanglement!" he bellowed in rage. Countless Blue Silver Grass vines surged from the ground, chasing after Tom. Mid-sprint, Tom glanced back. Wait, it's just a bunch of grass? Those spider legs looked scary, but grass? Pfft. The ever-opportunistic Tom screeched to a halt, its feet literally sparking against the ground. As the vines lunged, Tom whipped out a kitchen knife from nowhere and started chopping. Tang San sneered. His evolved Blue Silver Grass was as tough as his Eight Spider Lances. Where did this cat even get a knife? Does it think it can cut through my grass? Ridiculous. His plan was simple—once the grass entangled the cat, he'd carve it into pieces with a dagger. Sёarch* The Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Yu Xiaogang's gloomy expression brightened. I overthought this. It's just a cat with a weird weapon. Now that the weapon's useless, it's stupid enough to face the Blue Silver Grass head-on? Foolish. But then— "WHAT?!" Yu Xiaogang blurted out. Before his eyes, Tom's knife became a blur. Blue Silver Grass rained down in shredded pieces as a black wok materialized below. A fire ignited beneath the wok. Tom expertly tied on an apron, grabbed a spatula, sprinkled seasonings, and served up a steaming plate of stir-fried Blue Silver Grass on a suddenly appearing table. It even draped a napkin around its neck, picked up a fork and knife, licked its lips, and prepared to taste this otherworldly delicacy.

Chapter 152: Stir-Fried Blue Silver Grass

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