Chapter 467: Chapter 466 Peacock Lion Tiger Yin Yang Palm

```The events unfolding on the competition stage seemed simple, but the real strategic play began with that Hammer Sonic Attack. The Mammoth Demon Clan created an opportunity for attack with their sound wave shock, while Tang San used the spiritual impact of his Purple Demon Eyes to buy himself time to regroup. And it was by forcibly cutting in with Lion Tiger Golden Gang that he managed to hit his opponent proactively.

The hefty physique of the Mammoth Demon Clan was indeed their greatest reliance, but it also made them less agile due to their size; Tang San precisely targeted this weakness to strike them.

With Tang San's physical strength, he naturally wouldn't dare to let the opponent's heavy hammer hit him, and at that moment, he held no weapon in his hands in order to avoid affecting his agility. However, were Tang San's bare-handed attacks that easy to withstand?

The Mammoth Demon Clan member felt the impact most profoundly at that moment.

Tang San's seemingly light palm strike left a mark on its sturdy pectoral muscles. To it, such an attack seemed as insignificant as a tickle. Even those who had just reached the Demon King Level, if they weren't particularly good at attacking or were not wielding a divine tool, would find it difficult to harm it, let alone such a small human.

But, as Tang San's figure rebounded and it landed back on the ground, intending to continue the attack, it felt that something was off.

Within its chest, the powerful heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat in that instant. Following that, the Mammoth Demon Clan member felt a gripping sensation at its heart.

Intense heat and chilling cold appeared almost simultaneously. The heart, being the central hub for blood pumping, if attacked, directly affects the circulation of the entire body's bloodline power, making it impossible to continue the chase, and it collapsed onto the ground.

Then, the two energies of scorching heat and freezing cold already burst forth at its heart, affecting its bloodline power within, particularly at the heart, which is the core of its bloodline and the source of its power, sending waves of intense pain. This immediately turned the complexion of this Mammoth Demon Clan member pale, and the dark gold color of its skin visibly dimmed.

How was this possible? How could this happen? How did he do it?

The Mammoth Demon Clan's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Tang San was also observing the changes in it, noticing its complexion's transformation and the abrupt decline in its aura, he knew that he had succeeded.

So, that seemingly light palm strike, was it easy to block? It could be said to be the culmination of all of Tang San's strength!

That palm carried the power of his three bloodline abilities simultaneously: Peacock Transformation, Lion Tiger Change, and Bluesilver Emperor.

The function of the Lion Tiger Change was that the Lion Tiger Golden Gang instantly devoured a portion of the Mammoth Demon Clan's strong pectoral muscles' extreme defensive power, including a portion of the Mysterious Heaven Method's devoured bloodline power, which weakened the defense at its chest. Seizing this opportunity, the space power of the Peacock Transformation manifested, directly injecting Tang San's follow-up attack power into its chest through spatial teleportation. The Bluesilver Emperor, on the other hand, had just absorbed the yang to the utmost and yin to the most energies from the Heavenly Spirit Emperors of Tianyang and Earth Yin.

Now, Tang San's Bluesilver Emperor was no longer in a specific form, with the Bluesilver Emperor imprint having been replaced by the Two Qi of Yin and Yang, although the essence of the Bluesilver Emperor served as a stabilizing adhesive within it.

When Tang San stimulated the Bluesilver Emperor imprint, this Yin and Yang Qi would entwine with any of his attacking methods. So, when the space power teleported, what was teleported into it was this Two Qi of Yin and Yang.

The Mammoth Demon Clan didn't have as many methods as him, being able to balance the Two Qi with luck and the Bluesilver Emperor. Thus, the two energies of extreme yang and extreme yin rampaged around its heart location.

Although these two streams of energy weren't particularly strong, they were both extreme attributes! If they affected other areas, with its strong defensive power, the Mammoth Demon Clan might have resisted, but at the heart, the impact was naturally much greater.

Therefore, Tang San's seemingly light palm strike could be accurately referred to as: Peacock Mammoth Yin and Yang Palm!

Simply put, it was the Three Changes Palm, one palm with three changes.

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This was still Tang San's preliminary mastery of the Two Qi of Yin and Yang, and the intrinsic power of the Mark wasn't too strong. However, each of these three bloodline powers was indeed a genuine, first-level Bloodline!

The defensive power of the Mammoth Demon Clan was indeed strong enough. If it had been an Ordinary Demon Race that had taken Tang San's palm strike, even without the use of the Two Qi of Yin and Yang, just the sheer force of the Lion Tiger Golden Gang transmitted into the body through space teleportation would have meant certain death.

Tang San did not pursue his advantage. The palm strike he had just dealt had also significantly drained him. Due to the emission, the balance of the Two Qi of Yin and Yang was briefly disrupted, and he needed to stabilize them. He could not use them lightly in the fight today anymore.

The amount of the Two Qi of Yin and Yang he had previously accumulated was limited; although he had begun to absorb the yin and yang aura from the air through the Mark, the truly supreme yang and supreme yin aura in the spirituality of heaven and earth were scant. To elevate that would be much slower.

Given his current condition, being able to use this Three Changes Palm once a day was not bad. S~eaʀᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But for today's battle, that one palm strike was essentially enough.

Tang San, with his hands clasped behind his back, silently watched the Mammoth Demon clansmen before him. He also wanted to see if, with that individual's defense, they could continue to fight.

"Clang!" A heavy hammer hit the ground, followed by another.

The Mammoth Demon clansman held his chest with both hands and knelt on one knee, gasping for breath heavily. The dark golden light on the surface of his skin flickered intermittently, his complexion pale, and large beads of sweat continuously rolled down from his forehead.

This sudden turn of events instantly quieted the originally noisy crowd.

Even when crouching, the over seven-meter-tall Mammoth Demon clansman was much larger in stature than Tang San. But at this moment, on the platform, the small human wearing a mask seemed so unremarkable appeared so profound and unfathomable to all the spectators.

How was it possible? Just one encounter had caused the Mammoth Demon clansman to lose his combat effectiveness? Wasn't this individual a favorite to advance?

At that moment, Tang San moved, charging rapidly towards the Mammoth Demon clansman. The Mammoth Demon clansman felt his approach and, instinctively, spread his arms wide to grab Tang San. But there was another strong palpitation in his chest. The stimulation of the Two Qi of Yin and Yang seemed to knotted his heart, and his strength suddenly ebbed away.

Meanwhile, Tang San, stepping through the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, passed directly under the mammoth's sturdy arms and appeared before him. His right hand was already on the mammoth clansman's forehead, and his voice, carrying Spiritual Power, rang by the mammoth's ear, "Concede."

"I—" Feeling the steady, cold palm on his forehead, the Mammoth Demon clansman lifted his head to look at Tang San, a flash of unwillingness in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by fear.

If the other party could send his power into its heart, why couldn't they attack the brain? If that strange power entered his brain again, wouldn't it mean certain death?

"I concede." It lowered its head in dejection.

"Contestant number six from group three wins." The referee announced the end of the match.

This was absolutely an outcome no one had anticipated. The weaker human unexpectedly defeated the mighty Mammoth Demon clansman—how could it be so inconceivable? Yet, everything lay before their eyes. Unless the Mammoth Demon clansman was feigning it, deliberately losing, then what kind of power did this human possess?

Actually, Tang San did not wish to end the match against his opponent so quickly, as it drew too much attention. But he was well aware of his own limitations. The Mammoth Demon clansman undoubtedly had the strength to challenge a Demon King Level warrior, and against such thick-skinned resistance, he had to win by surprise. Moreover, that was his only chance—if unsuccessful, with his current strength, unless he triggered another burst of divine consciousness, he basically had no chance of winning.