"Rongrong!"
The space around Bone Douluo Gu Rong violently rippled, and the muscles on his skeletal face twitched.
If not for the fact that this was the finals battlefield of the Continental Soul Master Tournament, he would have rushed up at once and brought Rongrong back.
Seeing Ning Rongrong lying weakly on the ground but otherwise unharmed, he forcibly restrained himself.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had been lazily reclining against his chair, instantly straightened. His eyes, as though they contained endless sword energy, blazed with unprecedented brilliance as they locked onto Yan.
He murmured in a low voice, "Pure physical strength and fist intent can actually reach such a level? Is this child a monster?"
Sword Douluo was one of the foremost Title Douluo powerhouses in the Soul Master world, known as the number one attacker among Soul Masters. His own Soul Power had reached the peak of Rank 96, so naturally, he saw far more than others.
"The current Soul Master world truly is overflowing with talent. The Golden Generation—what a Golden Generation!"
Sword Douluo glanced toward Bibi Dong of Spirit Hall and silently sighed. With this child around, Spirit Hall could flourish for centuries more.
Looking back toward the arena, his heart was filled with endless emotion.
He had thought the Shrek Seven Devils were already rare talents of this age. Tang San's performance in particular had astonished him, and he believed that barring unforeseen circumstances, Tang San would certainly stand at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world in the future.
Yet compared with Yan at this moment, even Tang San seemed to pale in comparison.
On the other side of the VIP seats, the smile on Flender's face had long since frozen. His eyes behind his lenses were wide open, and his mouth moved unconsciously,