Tang San Defeated, the Net Begins to Close!

Tang San's defeat, the net begins to close!

Tang San's pupils contracted violently.

He watched the orange-red beams of light descending like a torrential downpour.

An unprecedented sense of crisis swept through his entire body, and he swung the golden Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, carving an arc through the air.

The massive hammer head slammed into the descending orange-red beams with a deafening boom.

The orange-red Judgment light seemed capable of melting everything in the world; the golden plating on the hammer began to fade, faintly revealing the pitch-black hammer body beneath.

"This move is incredibly strong!"

"Dai Mubai, Oscar, you must hold on!"

Tang San took a deep breath, gripping the hammer handle with both hands, while beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead one after another.

Holding his breath, he found it impossible to breathe smoothly.

"Tang San, we can still hold on!"

Dai Mubai let out a low shout, standing in a straight line with Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and the others.

With Ning Rongrong leading the ring fusion, the power of everyone was being channeled entirely into Tang San.

Tang San felt the state of Dai Mubai and the others behind him, and the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer he was gripping began to bend.

The force of the descending Judgment light not only dissolved the golden plating on the Clear Sky Hammer but also exerted a massive pressure downward.

Yan sat high upon the throne, watching the performance of Tang San and his group, and suddenly understood why Qian Renyu had put him through special training.

If everything had proceeded according to the original Martial Soul Team's lineup, Tang San and his group would have truly posed an unavoidable threat to them.

If they were even slightly careless, the championship might really have fallen into the hands of Shrek Academy.

"His Excellency has already accepted me as a personal disciple, so I cannot lose face for him!"

"His Excellency's Martial Soul Projection is already in use; if I were to be defeated under these circumstances, what face would I have left to call myself part of the Golden Generation!"

Yan snorted coldly in his heart.

In an instant, his downward-pressing palm descended a few inches further.

"Damn it, this power is still increasing!"

Tang San gasped, personally wielding the Clear Sky Hammer to resist the oppressive force of the Judgment light.

As the intensity of the Judgment light increased, he felt it most clearly.

The hands gripping the Clear Sky Hammer began to tremble faintly, and he could no longer hold the thick handle firmly.

Boom—

At this moment, the golden figures had all rushed down.

Tang San's pupils shrank to slits; he was already struggling to parry the orange-red Judgment light alone.

The golden figures following in quick succession were completely beyond the limits of what he could withstand at this moment.

Yan watched all of this with indifference.

Tang San's unsteady hands were all caught in his eyes.

Others might not know how the Throne Projection worked, but after these days of special training, he understood it clearly.

Even if it only possessed thirty percent of Qian Renyu's strength, relying on the Throne Projection, he could already exert abilities at the level of a Soul Douluo.

Although the many golden figures could not all rival a Soul Douluo, there was no problem for each golden figure to rival a Soul Saint.

The overwhelming sea of 'Soul Saints' was simply not something Tang San and his Shrek Academy group could withstand.

Rumble—

A deafening sound suddenly erupted.

The pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer suddenly flew into mid-air.

A golden ocean swallowed Tang San and the others whole.

Tang San, who had still been thinking of holding on for a few more moments, could not even keep a firm grip on the Clear Sky Hammer at the final moment.

With wide eyes, he could only watch helplessly as his group of seven was submerged by the ocean of golden figures.

"Ning Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi's heart leaped into his throat.

In the competition area, the golden figures descended one by one.

Unable to see the figures of Tang San and Ning Rongrong anymore, Ning Fengzhi nearly lost his seat.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, both doting grandfathers, activated their own Martial Souls at this very moment.

They were prepared to intervene in the battle at any time.

Yan continued to sit on the throne, watching the golden ocean slowly dissipate, and walked down the reappearing golden stairs.

The moment he stepped onto the ground, the golden luster vanished into nothingness.

Tang San and the others lay on the ground in a sorry state; not one of them could stand up anymore, clearly having lost the strength to continue the fight.

"It seems you no longer have the strength to fight."

"In that case, the grand championship of this Spirit Master Tournament belongs to our Martial Soul Team!"

Yan glanced at Hu Liena, who was still feeling unwell, then looked at Tang San and spoke indifferently.

Tang San's face turned ashen.

He had personally experienced the might of the Throne Judgment.

Though he didn't want to admit defeat in his heart, he couldn't bring himself to say anything stubborn at this moment.

They couldn't even handle Yan alone, let alone Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and the others.

Continuing the fight would offer no possibility of victory.

Seeing that Tang San did not retort, Yan turned toward Qian Renyu on the high platform and bowed:

"Teacher, your disciple has lived up to your expectations and successfully secured the grand championship!"

On the high platform.

Qian Renyu watched Yan end the match cleanly and decisively, his expression devoid of any fluctuation.

The current result was entirely within his expectations.

With the Throne Projection in his possession, if Yan couldn't end the battle in such a crushing manner, he would truly deserve to be nailed to a pillar of shame.

"Since the Shrek Team has lost the ability to continue, the grand championship of this Spirit Master Tournament belongs to the Martial Soul Team!"

"As such, it is time for me to bestow the championship rewards upon the winning team!"

Qian Renyu said nonchalantly.

With a wave of his hand, three spirit bones descended from the high platform toward the ground below.

They did not float toward Hu Liena, but instead landed in the hands of Yan.

Yan received the three spirit bone rewards and bowed again, no longer addressing Qian Renyu as teacher: "On behalf of the Martial Soul Team, Yan thanks the Pope for bestowing these rewards!"

Qian Renyu gave a hum, his voice sounding light and airy: "The matters of the grand finals have come to a close; Yan, you shall lead the members of the Martial Soul Team and depart first!"

"Next, I must deal with the matters that have piled up!"

Yan said nothing, glancing at Xie Yue, who pulled the still-uncomfortable Hu Liena toward the exit of the competition area.

Soon, only the seven members of Tang San's group remained in the massive competition area.

Tang San and the others caught their breath and helped each other stand up.

Hearing these words from Qian Renyu, their hearts skipped a beat, and they all looked toward him on the high platform.

Bibi Dong, standing beside Qian Renyu, felt her heart skip a beat as well, casting a very hostile glare toward him.

Qian Renyu turned a blind eye to all of this, his indifferent gaze shifting toward the distance.

Where his gaze landed, Gui Mei was escorting Yu Xiaogang toward them.

At the same time, many Spirit Master members of Martial Soul Hall gathered here and began to close in on the competition area.

"Tang San, take Xiao Wu and the others and leave first; this Qian Renyu is coming for me!"

Flender and Liu Erlong rushed out from the rest area, with Liu Erlong standing directly in front of Xiao Wu.

Understanding the meaning behind Qian Renyu's words, she instructed Tang San without looking back.

After arranging what Tang San should do next, Liu Erlong glared at Qian Renyu like a raging mother dragon and shouted angrily:

"A massive Martial Soul Hall, yet you resort to such underhanded schemes!"

"You had this guy named Yan end the match so decisively—this moment must be what you were aiming for all along!"

"Qian Renyu, you are unworthy of being the Pope of Martial Soul Hall. I used to think that woman Bibi Dong was disgraceful as Pope!"

"Now it seems that you, Qian Renyu, are even more disgraceful as Pope!"

"Whatever tricks you have, just bring them on! I am not afraid of your Martial Soul Hall!"