Tang San, You Think Too Highly of Yourself!

Chapter: Tang San, You Overestimate Yourself!

Tang San was supremely confident, each word ringing with force, every sentence cutting to the bone.

Without any evasion in his gaze, he locked eyes with Qian Renyu as he finished speaking, one hand already moving toward his belt.

The others didn't understand what these small gestures meant; all their attention was now drawn to Tang San's words.

Shocked gazes turned toward Qian Renyu, their breaths collectively held, suspicion thick in their eyes beneath the surprise.

Those who could come to Martial Soul City today were none other than the elite disciples of various advanced Soul Master Academies across the Douluo Continent.

Everyone harbored a longing for the championship of the Spirit Master Tournament.

But now, with Tang San saying this, each of them felt a growing unease and anxiety.

The Martial Soul Hall's Martial Soul Academy was indeed strong—every elite gathered here acknowledged that.

If the Martial Soul Academy won the final championship through an open and fair competition, no one would have any complaints; it would simply be a matter of inferior skill.

But if things were truly as Tang San described—that the Martial Soul Hall intended to use underhanded methods outside the arena to suppress talents—then continuing to participate in the Spirit Master Tournament would be meaningless.

Chen Xin clearly heard Tang San's words and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Beside Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi also smiled, sending a voice transmission: "Uncle Sword, Tang San has indeed not disappointed any of us!"

Chen Xin nodded. "Indeed, attacking the mind is paramount. With such an accusation laid out, Qian Renyu won't act rashly."

Ning Fengzhi hummed in agreement. "Exactly. Attacking the mind is key. If this new Pope, Qian Renyu, dares to make a move against Tang San and his group in front of all these elites, it will confirm Tang San's accusation."

"Such an act would be setting himself against the entire world. Even if the Martial Soul Hall is strong, directly opposing everyone is still a stretch."

"The Martial Soul Hall cannot afford to lose such public support!"

Chen Xin dismissed the Seven Kill Sword that had been hovering behind him.

He clasped his hands behind his back, no longer as tense as before.

Calmly watching Tang San, who was still locked in a stare with Qian Renyu, his estimation of Tang San rose even higher.

Qian Renyu remained unmoved, his gaze calm as ever as he observed Tang San.

From start to finish, he hadn't taken Tang San's accusations to heart.

Not only Tang San's words, but even the voice transmission between Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo was within his perception.

Though he couldn't know exactly what Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were discussing, Qian Renyu was certain his guess was correct.

A cold sneer in his heart, Qian Renyu's calm eyes toward Tang San revealed a trace of contempt.

"A mere Shrek Academy isn't enough for This Seat to rig the game!"

"Tang San, you overestimate yourself!"

Qian Renyu's words fell.

The next second, he, who had been standing before Tang San, appeared behind him in an instant.

Almost back-to-back with Tang San, his ethereal voice drilled into Tang San's ears like a demonic whisper.

Tang San's breath hitched. Sensing Qian Renyu right behind him, every hair on his body stood on end, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

But before he could react, a spray of blood blossomed in the air.

The Sword of Doom and Slaughter swept past the edge of the pit with an orange-red gleam, bypassing Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.

A sharp sword light flashed past Liu Erlong's side, and everyone's gaze froze on that fleeting gleam of the Sword of Doom and Slaughter.

Crimson blood dripped from the blade of the Sword of Doom and Slaughter as Liu Erlong's arm was severed and sent flying by the sword light.

At the same time, a muffled grunt escaped Liu Erlong.

Tang San spun around, staring at Liu Erlong's flying severed arm and her utterly pale face, his pupils instantly dilating.

"Qian Renyu, you—"

Tang San growled in a low voice, his fingers rapidly tapping at his belt, just a moment away from drawing hidden weapons from the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

The hilt of the Sword of Doom and Slaughter pressed against Tang San's elbow, preventing him from successfully retrieving the weapons from the Soul Tool.

Qian Renyu's light voice followed: "A championship in the Spirit Master Tournament isn't worth This Seat rigging the game!"

"But since you, Tang San, are so confident that your Shrek Academy will take the final title, This Seat will give you a chance to play the fool!"

"If Shrek Academy takes first place, Liu Erlong lives!"

"If not, This Seat will settle today's account!"

"Liu Erlong's life is in your hands, Tang San!"

Qian Renyu finished speaking calmly, his soul power surging toward Liu Erlong's severed arm.

The intact arm was instantly reduced to bloody mist under the fierce and violent soul power.

Qian Renyu showed no mercy to Liu Erlong. Having severed one arm, he naturally wouldn't allow her any chance to reattach it.

Leaving Liu Erlong's fate in Tang San's hands, he wanted to see just how far Tang San could take things.

Qian Renyu knew full well that Tang San had used his earlier accusations to try and pit him and the Martial Soul Hall against the many factions.

Given the current scale of Martial Soul Hall, it truly couldn't go head-to-head with the major powers of the spirit master world, nor could it face the millions of troops from the Two Great Empires after revealing its ambitions.

But the tactics Tang San would use, Qian Renyu could use just as well.

Qian Renyu wanted to see, when Tang San ultimately lost the Spirit Master Tournament championship, the moment he truly began to act.

Would someone like Ning Fengzhi still dare to throw the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect into the fray?

If Ning Fengzhi really could be that reckless, Qian Renyu would be happy to see it happen.

The sneak attacks of the Soul Hunting Operation were always beneath the surface; he personally preferred to have a reason, then sweep everything aside openly and aboveboard.

Tang San choked on his words, and after sorting through Qian Renyu's speech, the hatred in his eyes was utterly undisguised.

Deep in his gaze, the loathing for Qian Renyu surged like an avalanche or a tsunami, uncontainable.

Growling like a trapped beast, Tang San said through gritted teeth: "Our Shrek Academy will take first place in this Spirit Master Tournament!"

"Don't you dare, don't you dare do anything else to Dean Er Long, and don't you dare do anything to my teacher!"

Qian Renyu glanced at Tang San: "This Seat will wait and see."

Gui Mei lingered not far away, listening as Qian Renyu handed such an opportunity to Tang San, his expression suddenly turning very strange.

At the same time, a figure involuntarily surfaced in his mind, making his already odd expression twist even further.

He tried to force that figure out of his thoughts, but after several attempts, it was all for naught.

Suppressing the unease in his heart, he took a deep breath and transmitted his voice:

"Your Eminence, I'm afraid our Martial Soul Academy really can't take the championship in this Spirit Master Tournament!"

"There are too many variables within Martial Soul Hall itself in this tournament!"