Tang San's Ambition, The Grand Finals Begin!

Chapter: Tang San's Ambition, the Finals Begin!

Three days later.

Inside Martial Soul City, the competition grounds prepared for the finals.

Numerous academy teams entered one after another, their respective team leaders heading off to draw lots, while the others from the academies waited in the rest areas.

The entire competition venue held only a few thousand spectators, but without exception, they were all spirit masters; not a single commoner was among them.

At the drawing station, a cardinal was presiding over the proceedings, completely unconcerned that even though this was the finals, the scale was not as grand as the preliminary rounds in Tiandou City.

After all, the final three matches would be held in front of the Pope's Palace.

The current dullness was merely a buildup for the climax of the final three matches.

Tang San had already learned the rules of the finals from Flender. Standing in the rest area and observing all this, flashes of resentment occasionally flickered in his eyes.

But these flickers of resentment appeared quickly and were hidden just as fast.

At this moment, the group from Heaven Dou Royal Academy arrived beside Tang San and the others from Shrek Academy.

Yu Tianheng's expression was extremely grave as he walked straight up to Tang San.

Seeing Yu Tianheng approach him, Tang San's expression returned to normal, becoming a mask that even those closest to him could not read to discern his true inner thoughts.

"Tang San, long time no see!" Yu Tianheng took the initiative to show goodwill.

Tang San gave a hum: "It has been a while. Are you here because of Teacher?"

Yu Tianheng did not deny it.

After a moment of silence, he said word by word: "In this Spirit Master Tournament finals, our Tiandu Royal Team and your Shrek Team will inevitably be competitors."

"Although we are rivals, I still hope you can take the championship in the end. I hope you can save my second uncle!"

Yu Tianheng was very sincere. As the captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy team, he did not immediately suggest throwing the match at this time.

However, the hope in his eyes that Tang San could take the final championship was undisguised.

"Your Heaven Dou Royal Academy team also has the ability to win the championship. You can also try to take it, and by then, you should be able to make your own demands!" Tang San said.

Yu Tianheng gave a bitter smile: "Tang San, I'm afraid you don't know the strength of the Martial Soul Team. As far as I know, three people in their team have already broken through to the Spirit King realm."

"Winning against the Martial Soul Team is not an easy task, but I believe that you, Tang San, are someone who can create miracles!"

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly. Just as he was about to answer Yu Tianheng, his gaze suddenly shifted toward the high platform at the very back of the competition grounds.

On the high platform, Qian Renyu walked out from the back with an indifferent expression.

Seeing Qian Renyu's high-and-mighty posture at this moment, Tang San swallowed back all the words he had intended to say.

"I understand. No matter how strong the Martial Soul Team is, for the sake of Teacher and Dean Er Long, I will definitely give my all to take the championship!"

"I hope you can truly succeed!"

Yu Tianheng sighed heavily and wanted to continue saying something, but Qin Ming had finished drawing lots and was signaling for him to return.

Tang San watched as Yu Tianheng led the Heaven Dou Royal Team away, his gaze falling once again on Qian Renyu atop the high platform.

"Even without Yu Tianheng's words, I would still definitely take the championship!"

"As long as I can win the championship, I will surely be able to make this guy named Qian Renyu lose all face!"

"Moreover, with so many people watching in front of the gates of Martial Soul City, he will be forced to release Teacher and Dean Er Long. After that, we just need to flee far away!"

Tang San pondered to himself.

In his slightly narrowed eyes, many strange expressions flickered frequently.

"After we escape, Xiao Wu and the others will have enough time to grow. Once the plan for our rise is set in motion, we can completely settle the score with Martial Soul Hall!"

"With the advantage of my Twin Martial Souls, the day I truly become a Title Douluo, I will have the ability to do this!"

"It just so happens that Martial Soul Hall did many things to my father back then; new and old grudges can be settled together!"

Tang San's mind was infinitely active.

His emotions, which had been well-controlled, were slightly slipping at this moment.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu and Dai Mubai hurried over.

Xiao Wu asked with concern: "Third Brother, are you alright?"

Dai Mubai was also full of worry: "Xiao San, you must control your emotions. If your heart is in chaos before the battle, you will fall right into Martial Soul Hall's schemes."

Tang San exhaled a heavy breath of foul air and regained control of his emotions: "Xiao Wu, Boss Dai, don't worry!"

"I was just thinking a bit too much, but I'm much better now. Let's proceed with the finals according to the deployment we made over the past few days!"

"To prevent the Martial Soul Academy Team from catching us off guard, we should still have Jiang Zhu and Brother Tai Long go up when it's not absolutely necessary."

"As for us, the true Seven Devils, we should find the most suitable time to appear so that we can turn the tide of the battle in one go!"

Xiao Wu and the others had no objections, and Dai Mubai nodded in agreement.

There was no excessive conversation, nor was there any questioning of Tang San's arrangements.

They had already come to regard Tang San as their backbone and followed his every word.

When it came to their brains, they all acknowledged they were no match for Tang San; in short, listening to Tang San was never wrong!

High above on the platform.

Qian Renyu looked down at the competition arena below.

His indifferent gaze swept from the platform toward the rest area, finally landing on Tang San and the other Shrek students.

Seeing Tang San and Dai Mubai's group whispering to one another, and observing how Dai Mubai and the others followed Tang San's every word, his expression remained completely rippleless.

After a brief glance, he stopped focusing on Tang San's group and shifted his gaze toward the cardinal who had just finished presiding over the drawing of lots.

The cardinal bowed to Qian Renyu below, then retreated to the side in a well-behaved manner.

Qian Renyu did not speak immediately, quietly surveying everyone below the platform with a majestic gaze, including the soul masters watching from the rest area and the members of the various academy teams.

A moment later, the high-sounding words expected of a generation of popes were uttered one by one from between his lips:

"Having made it here from the preliminary rounds, you are all the cream of the crop among the many advanced soul master academies."

"I am very gratified to see you all striving for your dreams here, and I am also very gratified that the soul master world can produce so many heaven-gifted talents!"

"Many of you likely believe that this final tournament will appear quite simple, perhaps even less grand than the preliminaries!"

"I, Qian Renyu, solemnly tell you all today in the name of the Pope that the final three matches will be held in front of the Pope's Palace!"

"At that time, I will be waiting in front of the Pope's Palace for the final teams to arrive, and I will also conduct the coronation ceremony for the ultimate champions!"

"Now, I declare—"

"The final tournament, officially begins!"