Shi Bao's Weakness

Yu Xian had a premonition that he would soon face Shenshang Chai. Yet when Yu Xian entered the arena the following day, his opponent in the very first match was... Shi Bao. The moment Shi Bao saw Yu Xian, his entire body began to tremble with excitement. He took deep breaths like an enraged bull, his nostrils flaring wide as heavy gusts of air snorted out. "Yu Xian, I've finally run into you!" Shi Bao glared excitedly at Yu Xian's face, speaking each word with deliberate weight. [Yu Xian (Points: 10,866) VS Shi Bao (Points: 7,381). Match start!] The match began. Clenching his fists, Shi Bao immediately shouted, "Super Dung Meteor Ball!" [Super Dung Meteor Ball: Using feces as a catalyst, command all excrement to return to the source. Launching a massive ball of dung high into the air attracts all fecal matter within a radius of hundreds of li, forming a colossal dung meteor ball to bombard all targets across a vast area on the ground.] Yu Xian instantly showed a look of shock. How on earth had Shi Bao gotten his hands on Shikelang's skill? There was no time to ponder it, however. Shi Bao hurled a lump of excrement into the sky, and a bizarre gravitational pull immediately radiated outward. This pull acted solely upon fecal matter, so it had no effect on Yu Xian whatsoever. Yu Xian had long ceased needing to defecate, and there was certainly no feces inside his body. Yet while he had none, Shi Bao had collected an immense quantity of it and stored it in his spatial inventory. In an instant, an endless torrent of excrement surged out from around Shi Bao, and the celestial mass grew ever larger, coalescing into an unspeakably disgusting meteor. "Eight Hundred Deathsworn, Island Nation ninjas, out!" Seeing this spectacle, Yu Xian immediately clapped his hands together. A dense horde of ninjas instantly materialized around him, warily eyeing Shi Bao while shielding Yu Xian in their center. "Quick, charge up and eat all the feces in the sky!" Yu Xian ordered the Eight Hundred Deathsworn, pointing toward the dung meteor overhead. The Eight Hundred Deathsworn, who had been vigilantly bracing against Shi Bao, raised their heads toward the colossal dung meteor in the sky. Their previously impassive faces twisted in utter horror. The problem was that Yu Xian's orders were absolute; these deathsworn had no way to disobey. Next, under Shi Bao's slack-jawed gaze and the stunned eyes of countless spectators, the Eight Hundred Deathsworn leaped into the air one after another, plunging into the dung meteor in waves and wolfing down the excrement in huge mouthfuls. Yu Xian didn't stop there. He continuously generated more deathsworn, occasionally even summoning sixteen hundred of them in a single breath. As countless deathsworn rained down, Yu Xian laughed. "See? Your move is actually pretty easy to counter." "Are you a devil?" Shi Bao's mouth twitched slightly, unable to keep from asking. On the ground, the ninjas were all sprawled limp and helpless, their bellies bulging. Even Shi Bao, the culprit behind the whole mess, felt genuine pity for their plight. Yu Xian said nonchalantly, "As long as it counters your move, that's enough." The next moment, he decisively activated Time Stop, followed by a Flame Saber slash that cleaved Shi Bao in two. He knew full well that Shi Bao must have acquired plenty of skills as well, so dragging things out was not an option. Better to trigger Shi Bao's passive right away. Sure enough, the moment Shi Bao died, his class passive immediately triggered: Dung Samsara! Every single cell of his rapidly transformed into a Dung Slime, while his sneering voice echoed, "Yu Xian, you're finished! Next, the entire arena will become an ocean of excrement. No one can stop it! Even if you can keep summoning deathsworn, how much can they possibly eat? You could never finish it all!" "Eat shit yourself," Yu Xian couldn't resist retorting. He then manipulated the ground into massive rolling surges, instantly erecting a completely sealed fortress around himself. Once the thirty seconds were up, countless Dung Slimes detonated one after another, but the splattering feces could do nothing against Yu Xian's fortress. Gradually, the entire arena was flooded with excrement. Many spectators, unable to stomach such a repulsive sight, walked out from the stands. Yet within that ocean of filth, a castle stood serene and lofty, completely unaffected. "Though you misled a lot of people into thinking you can use Dung Samsara indefinitely, the truth is that you can only use it once per match. Am I wrong?" Yu Xian's voice rang out from within the fortress. Shi Bao offered no response. Yu Xian continued with a chuckle, "In other words, after thirty minutes, you will revive in the arena and drown in the very filth you created—unless you find a way to kill me before then. "However, according to my observations, aside from speaking, you can't do anything during Dung Samsara. That means you have no way to kill me right now, and this sea of filth you're so proud of can't harm a single hair on my head. You've already lost." Silence. Both the spectator stands and the arena fell utterly quiet after Yu Xian finished speaking. The Dung Samsara that everyone had assumed to be invincible turned out to have such a simple solution. As long as one protected themselves and held out for thirty minutes, it would be Shi Bao's turn to face the trial of an ocean of excrement. Since Yu Xian dared to wager skills, he had naturally envisioned what would happen if he encountered Shi Bao and how to crack Shi Bao's abilities. In fact, he had thought of several other solutions, but after acquiring Earth Mastery, this method was by far the simplest. Now all he had to do was wait out the clock. Shi Bao's silence confirmed that Yu Xian's deduction was right on the mark. Dung Samsara could originally only be used once per day; in matches, it could likewise only be used once per bout. This was for the same reason players had their conditions fully restored to peak form before every match. Otherwise, exhausted after every brutal battle with their energy depleted, how could players continue competing? Thus, before each match, players were restored to their peak and certain skill cooldowns refreshed. Dung Samsara was the prime example. A subset of players had actually known this. The issue was that no one had figured out how to counter Dung Samsara or even thought along those lines, so Shi Bao's weakness remained unexposed until now. Of course, even if an ordinary person knew of this weakness, withstanding Dung Samsara was extraordinarily difficult. The primary reason was the sheer number of slimes produced by Dung Samsara; when they detonated across the entire arena, the immense pressure generated was far beyond what typical defensive skills could withstand. "I... I surrender!" Finally, as the thirty-minute mark approached, Shi Bao spoke in a trembling voice. Watching others struggle and despair in a sea of filth brought him immense joy, but when it was his turn, he couldn't laugh anymore. Yu Xian clearly intended to wait out the thirty minutes and would never surrender early. Moreover, with Yu Xian's intellect, anything he said would be useless—he couldn't fool Yu Xian at all. Besides surrendering, there was no other road left to take. Once Shi Bao surrendered, the surrounding excrement vanished in an instant, restoring the entire arena to a pristine state without even a lingering stench. Furthermore, Shi Bao had also opted into wagering skills. When Yu Xian saw the two random skills he received, his face immediately darkened.