Bastard San, You're About to Get Beaten Again
Long Chen and the members of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy team also noticed the change in Tang San's Soul Rings.
This further confirmed Long Chen's guess. Tang San had fused with the skull that had dropped from Shi Nian, improving both his Spiritual Power and Soul Power.
Dugu Yan snorted.
"Even that little bastard has become a Four Ring Battle Soul Ancestor. How interesting."
Yu Tianheng said,
"Looks like Shrek Academy will make it to the Finals without a problem."
"That's only because they got lucky. The two teams that forfeited happened to be Thunderclap Academy and Godwind Academy."
"Luck is part of strength, too. Just watch the match. I'd like to see what Soul Skill Tang San just gained."
The others fell silent and looked toward the arena.
Watching the scene unfold on the Center Arena, even the usually composed Xue Ye, seated on the high platform, couldn't help showing a hint of emotion. Surprise and approval flashed in his eyes.
" Sect Leader Ning, I remember you mentioned last time that boy was only fourteen this year, correct?"
"Your Majesty, his name is Tang San. He is indeed only fourteen."
"To reach level forty at fourteen, and with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, no less. Tang San's future is limitless."
"Indeed. Among Soul Masters his age, he is unquestionably one of the best."
Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, then glanced toward Platinum Bishop Salas on the other side of Xue Ye.
Salas had heard their conversation. His eyes remained half-closed, but a storm was raging inside him.
He had become a Four Ring Battle Soul Ancestor at fourteen—at an even younger age than Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan, the Martial Soul Hall Three Heroes, had been when they