" Tang San's far too arrogant. He actually thinks nothing of Big Brother Ling Tian. He needs to be taught a lesson he'll never forget."
Those words were exactly the same as what Xiao Wu had said earlier.
Xiao Wu's expression changed, and her lips trembled.
She knew Zhu Zhuqing was blaming her.
When Zhu Zhuqing had asked her to plead on Tang San's behalf, she'd said, "He's too arrogant. He needs to be taught a lesson."
Now Zhu Zhuqing was throwing those same words back at her.
"Zhuqing, I..." Xiao Wu wanted to explain, but she didn't know what to say.
Zhu Zhuqing looked away and ignored her.
Ning Rongrong stood to one side, watching the scene and sighing inwardly.
She looked at Qin Yuan on the arena, a complicated expression flashing through her eyes.
She knew all too well how powerful Tang San's Hidden Weapons were. Even Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, had suffered badly from them.
Yet Qin Yuan had caught the Hidden Weapons with his bare hands and even rendered them completely useless.
What did that mean? That Qin Yuan was far stronger than a Soul Saint?
No, that couldn't be right.
Ning Rongrong shook her head.
No matter how talented Qin Yuan was, he couldn't have reached Soul Saint rank at eighteen or nineteen.
He must have managed all this through some kind of special ability or technique.
But regardless, Qin Yuan had won—and he'd done so cleanly and decisively.
What Ning Rongrong didn't know was that Qin Yuan's strength was far more terrifying than she imagined.
On the arena, Tang San struggled to his feet. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, and his eyes brimmed with anger and resentment.
He had never been humiliated like this. Never.
"You... You've made me angry!" Tang