The Slaughter Envoy nodded calmly, glanced at Tang San in the image, and said evenly:
"Reporting to the King of Slaughter, this Tang San seems to have reached his ninety-ninth match too. Should we lower the difficulty of his hundredth match a little? After all, with his strength, I don't think he can clear it!"
The King of Slaughter smiled with his arms folded, glanced at Tang San in the image, and said calmly:
"Do as you suggested. I can see that this fellow really doesn't have the strength to reach it. He's already giving it everything he has!"
Hearing this, the Slaughter Envoy turned into a streak of golden light and vanished from the spot.
Meanwhile, in the Arena,
Tang San, who had come to challenge his hundredth match, looked at the Soul Douluos before him and felt that something was slightly off.
Their auras were feeble, and they were even weaker than the Soul Douluos he had encountered before.
"You little brat, what are you staring at? Believe me, I'll break your third leg in a moment! Hurry over and meet your death! What are you still standing there for?"
"That's right, pretty boy! Get over here and let me have some fun with you. I'll give you a quick, clean death afterward!"
"Come on, attack! Once we finish off this pretty boy, our task will be complete. Crush him!"
Tang San remained calm as he watched the Soul Douluos charging at him.
With a casual sweep of his hand, the Clear Sky Hammer in his grasp immediately swung across.
As streaks of lightning spread in all directions, his power reached its peak.
After absorbing Soul Power for so long, his strength had already broken through level sixty.
Looking at the worthless Soul Douluos before him,