Qian Renxue Wants to Die by Smashing into a Tofu! What a Coincidence! Qian Renxue vs. Tang San!

"Apologies, I have already re-registered."

"If you wish to challenge me, you can also go to the registration desk to sign up!"

Qian Renxue tossed those words out coldly, then turned and walked away with a frigid expression.

She had no desire to be a third wheel.

Yet, unexpectedly—

Feng Xiaotian was not joking; he had actually run off to register.

"I'm dying of laughter!

My good disciple, how did I fail to notice you possessed such immense charm?

First Shui Bing'er, and now Huo Wu—

If they were to discover your true identity, wouldn't they be so embarrassed they'd want to find a block of tofu to smash their heads against?"

Ling Xiao was nearly dying of laughter.

This was far more entertaining than any tournament match.

"Stop it, stop it!

Teacher, please stop!

If you say another word, I'll be the one looking for a block of tofu to end it all!"

Qian Renxue was both furious and exasperated, sitting on the bench and sulking in silence.

Naturally, she didn't believe Huo Wu had fallen for her;

the girl had held such deep resentment toward her earlier, so it was obvious she was simply using her as a human shield.

Just as she was nursing a belly full of pent-up frustration, a figure cautiously approached her.

Huo Wushuang rubbed his hands together, his face filled with a hundred and twenty percent apology, and lowered his voice to say:

"Um... Brother Fei Xue, I am truly sorry."

"My sister was only joking, and Brother Feng Xiaotian was just acting on impulse. Please, I hope you can forgive us."

"It is of no consequence! Since the opponents for the Wager Match are randomly matched, if we are paired, I shall simply treat it as a sparring session—"

"It makes no difference who it is!"

Qian Renxue replied indifferently.

Hearing this, and knowing she hadn't taken it to heart, Huo Wushuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian return to the waiting hall, and not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, Huo Wushuang quickly slipped back into his team.

At this moment, countless people in the waiting hall were eyeing the screen, curious as to who would be Fei Xue's opponent, and whether they could stop him from achieving ten consecutive victories.

Time ticked by, second by second.

When the match on the arena stage concluded, the information for both combatants finally appeared on the waiting hall screen—

Fei Xue, nine consecutive victories.

Thousand Hand Asura, fifteen consecutive victories.

"Thousand Hand Asura? Who is Thousand Hand Asura?"

The crowd scanned the room, searching for him.

"Holy crap! Third Brother, you've been selected, Third Brother!"

The Shrek members, who had just entered the waiting hall from the registration area, cried out in shock upon seeing the match information on the screen.

The crowd also turned their gazes toward Shrek.

They truly hadn't expected this.

It was this very group!

They had just had a conflict, and yet here they were clashing again.

What a small world for enemies!

The crowd's eyes darted back and forth between the still-composed Qian Renxue and Tang San.

Their expressions were filled with amusement and the desire to watch a good show.

The Shrek group looked at Qian Renxue as if she were their sworn enemy.

"Third Brother! You must go all out this time and avenge Boss Dai!"

"He was truly miserable!"

Ma Hongjun grabbed Tang San's arm, tears nearly streaming from his eyes.

"Rest assured. With Little San making a move, this is a sure thing—it's in the bag!"

This time, Yu Xiaogang was truly devoid of any worry.

Tang San was the most outstanding disciple he had personally cultivated, possessing Twin Martial Souls, wielding the number one tool martial soul in the world, the Clear Sky Hammer, and a twelve-year-old Soul Elder... no, he was about to become a Soul Ancestor!

One had to ask, across the entire continent, who possessed such monstrous talent?

Not only that, but his disciple also possessed all sorts of inconceivable abilities.

Take the meditation technique he had passed on to them a while back;

he dared to guarantee

that neither the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan nor Martial Soul Hall possessed such a brilliant technique.

Defeating some wild brat who popped out of nowhere—wasn't that just a matter of having it in the bag?

Although everyone was full of confidence in him, Tang San's expression remained grave.

He had watched Qian Renxue's two previous matches and felt he hadn't fully seen through this person;

the opponent definitely still had hidden methods.

Tricky, indeed.

But who was he?

The Sea God of the God Realm, one of the five great Enforcement Gods!

He had fought thousands of battles in his life, large and small, and had never tasted defeat!

He believed

that this time would be no different!

"You must be careful this time; the fellow on the other side is trickier than any opponent you have encountered before."

"Especially that strange poison and those hidden weapons!"

Not expecting Qian Renxue's opponent to be Tang San, Ling Xiao couldn't help but offer a word of caution.

Qian Renxue raised her eyes, locking gazes with Tang San across the candidate hall for a fleeting moment.

"Rest assured, Teacher, I will not lose."

She had not forgotten the words Ling Xiao said to her outside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—

That brat is your first whetstone; only by defeating him will you be qualified to be my disciple.

She had kept those words in mind ever since.

"That is good."

After the reminder, Ling Xiao said no more, wanting to see if Qian Renxue, after his personal training, could defeat her fated nemesis.

"Will both contestants please enter the arena—!"

Following the loud cry of the arena host, Qian Renxue and Tang San exchanged one last look across the candidate hall, then turned simultaneously, stepping into the arena from the passages on either side.

In the VIP area beneath the stage.

"The young master—to think he chose the young master."

Titan frowned, his face showing a hint of worry.

He had long since recognized the other party as the fellow who had snatched his Essence of Stars at the Tiandou Auction House.

While others might not see it, he naturally recognized the extraordinary nature of the sharp sword in that person's hand.

He guessed it must have been forged by melting down his precious stone.

Although he didn't know how he had done it or who he had hired to do it, his heart ached!

Every time he looked at that sword, it was like watching his own wife being snatched away!

Although he possessed absolute confidence in his young master, the fellow on the arena stage was far too bizarre, and with that divine weapon in hand, he truly could not set his mind at ease, fearing the boy might harm his young master.

However, the background of this Soul Fighting Arena was even more profound and complex than that of the Tiandou Auction House, so he dared not act recklessly.

He could only resolve to keep his eyes fixed on the match every single second, ensuring that the opponent could not harm his young master in the slightest; otherwise, he would have no face left to see the old master.

Seeing Tang San appear on the list of combatants, Ning Fengzhi and the others were quite astonished.

"Is that the little brat? Now we're in for a good show."

Bone Douluo remarked with a playful tone.

He had previously tested Tang San himself, and the impression he received was that the boy was as slippery as an eel, just like a little fox!

Moreover, his talent was outrageously high; he had no idea how the fellow actually cultivated.

Ning Fengzhi, however, was considering much more.

Tang San not only possessed exceptional talent but also held Twin Martial Souls, one of which was the Clear Sky Hammer.

If he were merely a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, it would be one thing, but his father happened to be Tang Hao, who was still being hunted by Martial Soul Hall.

Ning Fengzhi cast a glance at Bishop Salas to his left, then whispered to Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo:

"If Tang San's identity is exposed later and Martial Soul Hall makes a move, protect him from the shadows."

"Hmm, that fellow Tang Hao is still worth a favor. Leave it to me."

Bone Douluo pondered for a moment before replying.