The Odds Are Great, the Advantage Is Mine!

A gentle breeze swept past, lifting a flurry of ice and snow. In the scorching heat, it felt as though winter had arrived.

Tang San could clearly feel the biting chill rushing toward him, like needles drilling eagerly into every patch of exposed skin, causing sharp pain.

Yet the resentment and fury in his heart made him choose to ignore it. He continued forward without hesitation, stepping into the area covered by Meng Yiran's Soul Power aura.

The soles of his shoes crunched clearly against the white frost covering the ground.

Meng Yiran had not withdrawn her Martial Soul. Holding her more than two-meter-long Dragon Spear, she raised her delicate face and calmly watched Tang San walk onto the arena.

Meng Yiran naturally noticed the hatred and resentment hidden in his eyes, but she was unmoved and utterly unconcerned.

Tang San wanted revenge for Xiao Wu and to wash away his own humiliation, but did Meng Yiran not also want to make a move against him and give him a brutal lesson?

After Zhu Zhuqing and the other six sisters from the Martial Soul Hall Second Team had described what kind of person Tang San was, Meng Yiran had formed an entirely new impression of him.

Aside from still being so ugly, there was something wrong with his mind. He seemed to be a complete hypocrite.

On the surface, he constantly preached righteousness, humility, courtesy, and purity. In truth, he was arrogant, selfish, outrageously hypocritical, and judged good and evil entirely by his own emotions.

Anything he did was surely right and just. Anything others did, so long as it did not please him, was wrong and evil.

In other words, only what benefited him was justice. Anything that harmed his interests was evil.

That was Tang San, a shameless