Tang Yin almost jumped over the ledge  when Chen Xin's arm went around her waist and held her back. Below her, Xiao Wu crushed into the ground with a gurgling sound coming from her, and there was a kind of smile on Lucy's face that deeply scared Yin. 

Zhu Zhuqing, seeing that, rushed over to position herself in the protection of Xiao Wu, trusting Dai Mubai with Yan, who had consumed massive amounts of spirit power, combating against two opponents, and it was showing. 

The constellation changed completely. 

Chen Xin's hand was firm around Tang Yin's waist. She turned and looked at him. His gaze firm on Xiao Wu, it wandered to her. 

"Did you know?" He asked her, and while she had wanted to answer with no, she didn't, she couldn't, since while she had not known, she had always had an inkling that Xiao Wu was more than just a normal spirit master, how she defined them, but that she was a spirit beast like Jiang was outside of her expectations. 

Why hadn't she told them? 

Because you are spirit masters. 

Her inner voice answered her. 

Downstairs, the fight was shifting and not to their advantage. Tang San was exhausted, and so was Ma Hongjun, despite the support. Her brother was bleeding from several injuries, blood dripping on the ground. 

--

Tang San cast a curious look at his eight spider lances. There were cracks in them, the vicious blows from Xie Yue's moon blades having cut crevices into them. Also, he felt almost as if he was fighting Yin, who knew all his movements, as Xie Yue was able to dodge many more attacks than he had thought possible. 

They were locked into a stalemate, Xie Yue's curved blades whisling past him as he avoided and stuck missing by a hair's breadth. The blades grazed him, and he felt his already beaten body take more and more damage in their slow test of endurance. Whoever gave out first would lose. 

They both knew that much. 

Then, in the middle of another attack, Xie Yue twisted himself and threw the moon glades in a wretched curve towards Zhu Zhuqing. 

Tang San let out a bellow as he stuck the ground with Eight Spider Lances and catapulted himself forward. 

Yan had not been working with Xie Yue for a day, and on the same day, was alerted the same way as  Dai Mubai was. Dai Mubai twisted herself as she used her blazing speed to avoid. 

Yan instead aimed his attack not at her but at Tang San. 

They had understood the plan, where Tang San was meant to lock Xie Yue and Hu Liena in one place for as long as possible, and since Shrek seemed against them, so did they. Xie Wue, who had gone through many battles, changed tactics as he understood that there was no way to defeat Tang San, the biggest threat, quickly. 

From the ground rose blue silver grass, enveloping Mubai, who was hanging midair as she was trying to avoid it. Layers of Blue silver grass lie over each other to defend. Then he saw Xiao Wu fly through the air, the beat of his heart setting out. He saw her pale face, her pained expression as she landed on her feet. 

Dai Mubai was defending with his life as the blades cut through the river grass, crushign against his white tiger aura causing an ear-piercing grinding sound as it bought the precious seconds he needed to avoid. 

Tang San instead used all eight of his lances, hands, and feet to attack from twelve directions. 

Xie Yue, though, used a simple, brutal move to liberate himself from the twelve-directional attack. He grabbed the moon blade and spun his body. His blades and Tang Sans Lances are crashing against each other once again. But Tang San saw red. 

His only thought was the pained expression on Xiao Wu. The fury curling through his body as he had seen her injured, flying backwards, and so pale, paler than ever. 

Yin had always said that at their core, she might be the one who appeared impatient and angry, but she was not the truly dangerous one when angered. 

No, that was him. 

He was dangerous. Because while she was quick to anger, she also calmed quick. Tang San was patient; he was never angry, even when appearing so. At first glance, when he was furious, it was a thing of coldness, a deep-seated fury that did not stop until he had destroyed the reason for his anger. 

--

Yin, seeing it happen from a distance and feeling the change in Tang San as he spun in the air, gulped. 

Now, it was not only Lucy and the golden generation out for blood. It was almost touchable; the spirit of combat and competition had been sucked out in a second from the Arena. 

Tang San was angry. Not only was he furious. 

A Furious Tang San was a scary thing.