He had expected Ye Xingchen to win, but he had never imagined he would win so easily!
Tang San could not help imagining himself taking the stage. Perhaps he would have needed to use a Soul Skill!
Yet this fellow before him had merely lifted a finger!
That was right. With the lift of a finger, a formidable enemy had fallen at his feet!
Damn it! He actually pulled off that show of strength!
Thrown off balance, Tang San shook his head slightly as he watched everyone accepting the cheers onstage.
Unable to take much more, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Clearly, his old injuries had flared up!
"Tang San, are you all right...?"
Startled, Grandmaster froze briefly, then hurried forward, caught Tang San's hand, and asked:
"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Pale and listless, Tang San shook his head.
Glancing at the activity onstage, he said with a bitter smile:
"Master, all of this should have been my glory, shouldn't it? But in the end, someone else took it away!"
"Tell me why. Why is this happening? I refuse to accept it..."
Watching from beside them, Flender sighed inwardly.
He reckoned the pair had gone mad. They were already seriously injured, yet they still insisted on coming here to get upset. There really was no one quite like them!
He shook his head, glanced at the battle about to end onstage, and quietly left.
Meanwhile, below the stage,
The dumbfounded Yu Tianheng rubbed his eyes. What he had just witnessed made him wonder whether his eyes were playing tricks on him!
A single finger had crushed the Berserker!
That was a damn Soul Elder!
Most outrageous of all, that fellow on the other side really only had the strength of a Soul Master!
"That fellow looks