Chapter 51: Don't pull it out, insert it in

Stunned, the whole audience was stunned. Such an explosive thing had actually been seen by them.

This was the first time such a thing had happened in the Soto Great Spirit Arena in so many years.

It happened, and they even saw it on the spot.

"Speaking of which, was there lubricant on this Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade? How did it go in so easily, blocking it so tightly without leaking a drop?"

"Could it be that the tip was too sharp and it was forcibly inserted?"

"This is a good weapon, but can this weapon still be used?"

"Hiss, this is a soul-searching question!"

On the soul fighting stage, Jiang Liu looked at his martial soul that had been thrown out and was also asking himself,

Pick it up and use it again?

It was impossible to say he wasn't disgusted.

But if he didn't use it, he didn't have a second martial soul.

This hateful Thousand-Hand Silver Grass was really disgusting, using such despicable means.

No wonder he had to wear a mask and use a code name; he was afraid of being beaten to death after going out, right?

He could only hint to himself in his heart, convincing himself,

It's not a big problem; after the martial soul transforms into soul power, it won't bring anything back.

He repeated it countless times before finally convincing himself.

However, the person who was the most painful was none other than Tang San.

The most embarrassing one was also him, and the one who was injured was also him.

The intense pain from his butt kept coming. He turned his head stiffly to look.

This time it was inserted at least five or six centimeters.

Speaking of which, why did he want to do that action just now? It was very smooth, done in one go, as if he had done it countless times, but it was indeed his first time.

Tang San endured the pain and the disgust, grabbed the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade inserted in his butt with his right hand, and pulled hard.

The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade was originally meeting the difficulty head-on, so his right hand inevitably became sticky, and there was even a *slap* sound when he grabbed it.

He was really angry at Yu Xiaogang in his heart for insisting on giving him food that had a smell. Now it was good, he had lost so much face!

That shitty food—it would have been better not to eat it in the first place.

【Tang San endured the pain and pulled out the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade inserted in his butt...】

Ye Lin looked at the content on the system plot introduction and decided to help Tang San again.

After all, they came from the same village and were classmates twice.

"Change 'pull' to 'pop'."

【Tang San endured the pain and popped out the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade inserted in his butt...】

Modification complete.

Tang San suddenly felt another gurgling sound spreading in his stomach.

A powerful airflow swirled rapidly toward the lower part.

"Not good!"

Tang San felt something was wrong.

This absolutely could not *chuan* on the soul fighting stage for a second time.

He had already had the first time; there absolutely could not be a second time.

The gushing airflow rushed rapidly toward the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade. He instantly felt the grabbed Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade had a tendency to move outward.

The tearing pain was also coming.

No, no,

it couldn't go out.

He grabbed the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade inserted in his butt and pressed it hard into his butt.

"Holy shit, what is Thousand-Hand Silver Grass doing!"

"Isn't that pulling out the weapon inserted in his butt?"

"Look closer, that's not pulling; it looks like he's continuing to insert it inside!"

"Holy shit!"

"Is this something a human can do? Could it be that Thousand-Hand Silver Grass has fallen in love with this feeling!"

"Oh my, this Thousand-Hand Silver Grass is really awesome. Is this something a human can do?"

"I know some people have some niche hobbies, but there's no need to display this hobby in public!"

Hearing the sound from the audience stand outside,

Tang San kept greeting their ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

You are the ones with this niche hobby; your whole family has this niche hobby.

Although he kept taking care of their families in his heart, his hand movements didn't dare to stop at all, and the force became greater and greater, yet it still had a tendency to be unable to suppress it.

"Thousand-Hand Silver Grass, what are you doing with my martial soul? Satisfying your little hobby!"

"Fuck your foster father!"

This was a method of cursing he specifically thought of; he couldn't repeat it with others.

There were ancestors, parents, and grandfathers, but this one aimed specifically at the foster father was absolutely unique.

Yu Xiaogang, who had just arrived at the restroom, suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

Yu Xiaogang: What is going on? Who is plotting against me again?

Jiang Liu saw Tang San grabbing the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and continuously stuffing it inside, and his whole person instantly felt bad.

He had finally managed to convince himself, but his Dao heart shattered instantly.

He ran forward, grabbed the end of the spear handle that wasn't stained with sticky matter, and pulled outward.

His martial soul was already unclean, but he absolutely couldn't indulge this Thousand-Hand Grass to continue doing such unclean things.

"Don't pull, don't pull!"

Tang San hurriedly shouted at Jiang Liu.

He began to use both hands to grab the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade.

"Don't pull it out!"

"Insert it in!"

"Use force!"

Simple words, every word could be understood, but when connected, it made Jiang Liu a bit unable to understand.

Once again, the whole audience was shocked.

The whole audience stared wide-eyed at Tang San in the center of the soul fighting stage.

"Holy shit!"

"What kind of tiger-wolf words are these!"

"Thousand-Hand Silver Grass, I will remember this name for a lifetime!"

"Oh my, let alone the Soto Great Spirit Arena, this is unique in the entire Douluo Continent!"

"Speaking of which, what kind of person is Thousand-Hand Silver Grass in private? He is already like this on the surface; who knows what he is like in private."

"Holy shit, thinking about it is terrifying!"

The people from Shrek Academy couldn't bear to look anymore; this was simply unwatchable.

Who would dare to admit that this was a person from Shrek Academy? It was too embarrassing.

It was already embarrassing enough before; he thought that was the peak, but didn't expect that was just a beginning.

Tang San reached a new high!

Ye Lin was also unexpected. She thought it would be a simple matter of popping out the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, but didn't expect Tang San could actually do this.

Could it be that this was the sequelae of impotence?

On the soul fighting stage, hearing these words,

Jiang Liu's face turned green instantly.

"Thousand-Hand Silver Grass, what do you take me for!"

He roared,

"First spirit skill, Strengthen!"

A strong black light instantly erupted on the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade.

"Ah!"

Tang San let out a miserable scream instantly, but he clearly felt the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade was blocked, and the tendency to come out stopped.

"Right!"

"Continue!"

"Just like that!"

These were more tiger-wolf words that ignited the whole audience.

Jiang Liu really felt like he was going to *xie* now.

"Thousand-Hand Silver Grass, I fuck your foster father,"

"What do you take my martial soul for!"

"A shit-stirring stick?"

He held the spear handle with both hands and pulled outward with force.

"Don't!"

"Don't pull!"

Tang San's voice already appeared to be pleading.

"Don't pull it out, there are too many people here, let's change to another place." ===== CHAPTER 52 =====