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The arena reverberated with consternation.
When the hundred thousand spectators witnessed Tang San entering the battle with six supports, each one was agape and tongue-tied.
They wracked their brains, reflecting on the history of the Senior Soul Master tournament in Soul Land for many years.
Never before had there been such an odd turn of events.
Speculation was rampant, eyes upon Tang San onstage were filled with wonder.
"What's with this guy, bringing six supports into the match? How does he dare?!"
"Does this kid want to fight by himself and take down seven people?"
"Holy shit, how arrogant is this?"
"Clearly, he's not taking the heroes of the world seriously."
Upon the stage.
Meng Yiran's beautiful eyes furrowed in bemusement.
Tang San's unorthodox approach left her puzzled for a moment.
She looked across at him.
"Hey, what kind of lineup is this?"
Tang San looked at her with indifference and ignored her.
Instead, his gaze fixed on Luo Yu below the stage.
The corner of his mouth revealed a confident and fierce smile.
"I hope that when you see the strength I display later, it won't turn your calves to jelly."
"Heh heh."
Having said that, he swiftly turned his head and beckoned Meng Yiran's team with a crooked finger.
"Come on, let's settle this quickly."
Meng Yiran's eyes first filled with confusion, followed by a look of immense irritation.
"You, with the big talk, who are you looking down on?"
"Do you really think you can squash the Mythical Beast College like it's nothing?"
Tang San shook his head, impatience flashing across his face.
"Less nonsense, I'm in a hurry."
"Boom!"
Meng Yiran's hair flew about as a deep purple Soul Power burst forth from her like mist.
In her hands, she gripped a snake-headed staff, wrapped in yellow and purple, with four soul rings circling around it.
Her eyes blazed, focusing intently on Tang San.
"I'll go hold this guy off, you six quickly strike their rear, take out the opposing supports, and then regroup with me for a surround attack."
"Yes!!"
The six members of the Mythical Beast College responded in unison, switching their formation.
As Meng Yiran's legs pushed her towards Tang San, the six others maneuvered behind to strike directly at the opposing support-class Soul Masters.
This scene, observed by Luo Yu from below, made him nod in approval.
Meng Yiran's choice was undoubtedly the correct one.
She was quick to react, clearly not a mere showpiece, her IQ was online.
Though riled by Tang San, she maintained her composure.
The combat capabilities of the supports were undeniably the weakest—swiftly eliminating the six and then concentrating a seven-on-one attack was sure to secure victory.
However.
Luo Yu sighed. Although Tang San seemed useless in his eyes, he wasn't easy for others to deal with.
As he thought.
Tang San, facing such tactics, was not in the least bit panicked.
Confronting the charging Meng Yiran, he let out a cold laugh.
"When the disparity in strength is too great, no strategy can make up for it."
"Roar!"
His Bluesilver Emperor Martial Soul materialized, wrapped in five soul rings.
Yellow, Purple, Black
He lifted his hand, scattering countless seeds, from which thick blue-golden vines burst from the ground.
The seven from the Mythical Beast team, already stunned by Tang San's soul ring configuration, were slightly delayed in their actions.
Then came Tang San's unexpected attack.
In an instant, six people were entangled in the vines, their freedom restricted.
Meng Yiran was wrapped around the ankles as well.
Just as she swung her serpent staff to break free from a vine, she looked up to see dozens more vines wrapping towards her like venomous snakes.
Her face drained of color as she inwardly cursed her bad luck.
"Come!"
Tang San bellowed.
Behind him, six Soul Masters simultaneously activated their soul skills, each shooting out a stream of light that fell upon Tang San.
"Boom!"
Tang San's aura exploded, the ground shattered, and gravel flew into the air.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Bluesilver Cage!"
"Fifth Soul Skill: Bluesilver Overlord Spear!!"
"Swoosh, swoosh!!"
Cages woven from Bluesilver Emperor vines enveloped the seven people.
A blue-gold spear shone in Tang San's hand.
With a forceful stomp, the ground beneath Tang San's feet shattered, and he launched himself up like a cannonball.
Wielding the long spear, he executed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track Technique.
In an instant, there were numerous afterimages of the spear.
The six from Mythical Beast College were tossed about like rag dolls, thrown off the stage one after another.
Meng Yiran tried her best to break free from the encirclement.
However, as the strong wind swept towards her, she looked up to see Tang San already bearing down on her, the tip of his spear pointed at her brow.
Her pupils dilated abruptly, her pretty face tensing up as all the Soul Light on her body dissipated.
Tang San narrowed his eyes and slowly shook his head.
"Not worth a blow."
The spectators outside the arena were stunned.
"Wow!!!"
The whole venue erupted into noise, each spectator staring at Tang San as if they had seen a ghost.
"How... how can this guy be so terrifying?"
"One person, taking down seven from the Mythical Beast team, what kind of battle power is this?"
"Holy crap, that's terrifying. Is there anyone in the younger generation who can match this guy?"
"Damn, how old is he to be a five-ringed Soul King already? Can't be real."
"Black soul rings, someone in the younger generation actually has a ten-thousand-year black soul ring?"
"Hiss—"
The spectators were frightened by Tang San's display of power, each of them looking sideways and clicking their tongues incessantly.
Tang San held his long spear, eyeing Meng Yiran in front of him, his eyes indifferent.
"Why not just admit defeat?"
"You... who are you?" Meng Yiran asked, "Why do you possess such strength?"
Tang San scoffed coldly, his eyes sharp.
"In the younger generation, I am king. Nobody on Soul Land is my match."
"Remember, losing to me, Tang San, is your honor."
Meng Yiran tightly pursed her red lips, the victor king and the loser the bandit, a strong sense of helplessness rising in her heart, unable to make even a retort.
For some reason, the shadow that deeply imprinted itself in her heart surged through her mind.
Her heart throbbed.
"Tang San, I acknowledge your strength."
"But no matter what, you can't surpass the man in my heart."
"Hehe, what a joke you're making," Tang San responded with disdainful laughter, "Could it be that the man in your heart is an old man who has cultivated for many years?"
Meng Yiran clenched her teeth tightly, hearing her beloved being slandered, she was fearless even with the spear pointed at her.
"He's not some old man, younger and handsomer than you!"
"Had he been here, he would never have allowed you to be so arrogant."
The tip of Tang San's spear vibrated, and a strand of hair in front of Meng Yiran's forehead was severed.
"Talking nonsense, looking for death?"
Meng Yiran smiled, a happy smile, stubbornly arching her delicate brows.
"What?"
"Don't you believe it?"
Tang San snorted coldly.
"Ignorant woman, you know nothing of power."
"You can bring your beloved before me, to see if he can withstand even one of my moves."
Meng Yiran's expression froze, her words stalled.
"I... I don't know where he is."
"But I believe that as long as he makes a move, you will undoubtedly lose."
"Hahaha."
Tang San laughed loudly, sweeping his spear and striking Meng Yiran's abdomen.
"Nonsense, roll off the stage."
"Bang!"
Meng Yiran grunted in pain, her body lost balance, and she was knocked off the stage.
Luo Yu frowned, a sharpness flashing in his eyes.
"Dong'er, catch her."
Bi Bidong wordlessly swayed, turning into a graceful figure.
She darted to where Meng Yiran would land, catching her in her arms to avoid a crash to the ground.
Meng Yiran, originally flustered, had not expected to be rescued.
Looking at the woman veiled in black, she showed a look of confusion.
"Thank you for the rescue."
"May I ask who... who you are?"
"Don't thank me, Brother Yu didn't want to see you get hurt," Bi Bidong said coolly.
"Hm?"
Meng Yiran followed Bi Bidong's indicated direction and saw Luo Yu.
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