Tang San's Moral Blackmail: Return the Immortal Herbs! Xu Zhao Sneered: Who Do You Think You Are?!

The entire arena fell silent.

The commoners in the stands and the elite members of the various teams alike—

even Bibi Dong and Ning Fengzhi on the high platform—all sat in profound shock.

A one-sided knockout!

A complete and utter knockout!

And the two of them had taken down seven!

"Th-this is the Great Ming Royal Academy Team's strength?"

Yu Xiaogang's face had gone deathly pale. The notebook in his hand fell to the ground with a slap.

The theories he'd always been so proud of seemed like a joke now.

A Soul Emperor barely into his twenties...

And another Soul King who hadn't even made a move, but was clearly in the same league...

"How are we supposed to fight that?"

Oscar swallowed, his voice hoarse.

"This isn't even a battle on the same level..."

Tang San stared at Xu Zhao, fists clenched, eyes bloodshot, chest heaving.

Xu Zhao had stolen his Immortal Herbs, and now he could still sit here as if he had every right to?

Xu Zhao noticed Tang San's gaze and smiled, nodding in response.

Was he angry? Or did he feel anything else?

Not at all.

The fury of the weak looked ridiculous—and even amusing—to the strong.

On the Soul Fighting Arena,

Ao Hongchen dismissed his Martial Soul and brushed at the nonexistent dust on his hands with distaste.

He scanned the crowd, then fixed his gaze on Shrek Academy and the Martial Soul Hall Team.

Ao Hongchen gave a thumbs-up, then slowly turned it around and thrust it sharply downward.

"Too weak."

"I hope the next bunch can take a little more punishment."

With that, Ao Hongchen didn't even glance at the referee. He turned and led Kong Xuan and the others away.

They swaggered down from the Soul Fighting Arena.

On the