Qian Renxue Wanted to Find a Block of Tofu to Bash Herself to Death! What a Narrow Escape! Qian Renxue vs. Tang San!

"Sorry, I've already signed up again."

"If you want to challenge me, you can sign up at the registration desk!"

Qian Renxue coolly tossed out those words, then turned and left.

She had no desire to be the other woman.

But who would've thought—

Feng Xiaotian wasn't joking at all. He really went and signed up.

"This is hilarious! Absolutely hilarious!

My dear disciple, how did I not realize you had such irresistible charm?

First Shui Bing'er, then Huo Wu—

If they found out your true identity,

wouldn't they be so mortified they'd have to find a block of tofu to bash themselves to death?"

Ling Xiao was practically dying of laughter.

This was far more entertaining than that competition or whatever.

"Stop, stop!

Teacher, please stop!

If you keep going, I'll be the one finding a block of tofu to bash myself to death!"

Qian Renxue was furious and frustrated. She sat on a bench, fuming to herself.

Naturally, she didn't think Huo Wu had fallen for her—

the girl had resented her so much before.

It was obvious she was just using her as a shield.

She was sulking, her head lowered, a bellyful of Evil Fire simmering inside her, when someone cautiously approached.

Huo Wushuang rubbed his hands together,

his face full of apology as he lowered his voice.

"Um... Brother Fei Xue, I'm really sorry."

"My sister was only joking, and Brother Feng Xiaotian acted on impulse. I hope you won't take it to heart."

"It's fine! Wager Match opponents are randomly assigned anyway. If we get matched, we can just treat it as a sparring session—

It makes no difference who it is!"

Qian Renxue replied indifferently.

Hearing that,

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

When he saw Feng Xiaotian return to the waiting hall,

Huo Wushuang didn't want to get caught in the crossfire, so he quickly slipped back into the group.

At that moment, countless people in the waiting hall were staring at the screens, curious about who would face Fei Xue,

and whether they could stop him from achieving ten consecutive victories.

Time ticked by.

When the match on the arena ended, the information for the two competitors finally appeared on the waiting hall's screen—

Fei Xue, nine consecutive victories.

Thousand Hand Asura, fifteen consecutive victories.

"Thousand Hand Asura? Who's Thousand Hand Asura?"

Everyone looked around, searching.

"Holy crap! Third Brother, you got picked, Third Brother!"

Shrek's group had just entered the waiting hall from the registration desk. When they saw the matchup on the screen, they cried out in shock.

Everyone turned their eyes toward Shrek, too.

No one had expected this.

It was that group!

They'd only just had a falling-out, and now the two had run into each other again.

What a narrow escape!

Everyone's gazes shifted between Qian Renxue, whose expression remained calm, and Tang San.

Their eyes were full of amusement and anticipation as they watched the show.

But when Shrek's group looked at Qian Renxue, their eyes were as hostile as if they were staring at an enemy.

"Third Brother! You have to give it everything you've got this time and avenge Boss Dai!"

"He had it so rough!"

Ma Hongjun clung to Tang San's arm, looking close to tears.

"Don't worry. With Little San stepping in, this one's already settled—easy as pie!"

This time, Yu Xiaogang truly had not a trace of worry.

Tang San was the most outstanding disciple he had ever taught,

with Twin Martial Souls,

possessing the Clear Sky Hammer, the greatest tool-type Martial Soul under heaven,

a twelve-year-old Soul Elder... no, he'd soon be a Soul Ancestor!

Just who on the entire continent had such monstrous talent?

And that wasn't all. His disciple also possessed all sorts of unbelievable abilities.

Take the meditation method he'd passed on to them some time ago—

he could guarantee

that neither the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan nor Spirit Hall had a technique as profound as that.

Beating some punk who'd come out of nowhere would be easy as pie, wouldn't it?

Though everyone was brimming with confidence in him, Tang San's expression remained grave.

He'd watched Qian Renxue fight twice, and felt that he still hadn't seen through him completely.

His opponent was definitely hiding something.

A troublesome opponent.

But who was he?

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

He'd fought more than a thousand battles, large and small, and had never lost!

He believed

this time would be no different!

"You'll have to be careful this time. This guy's more troublesome than any opponent you've faced before."

"Especially that strange poison and those Hidden Weapons!"

Ling Xiao couldn't help reminding her when he saw that Qian Renxue's opponent was Tang San.

Qian Renxue raised her eyes and met Tang San's gaze across the waiting hall for a brief moment.

"Don't worry, Teacher. I won't lose."

She hadn't forgotten what Ling Xiao had said to her outside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—

That kid is your first whetstone. Defeat him, and you'll be worthy of calling yourself my disciple.

She'd kept those words in mind ever since.

"Good."

After the reminder, Ling Xiao said no more,

wanting to see whether the Qian Renxue he'd trained could defeat the nemesis fate had chosen for her.

"Both competitors, please enter the arena!"

At the arena host's shout,

Qian Renxue and Tang San exchanged one last look from opposite ends of the waiting hall,

then turned at the same time

and entered the competition grounds through separate passageways.

In the VIP section beneath the arena,

"Little Master... the Little Master was matched against him."

Tai Tan's brow furrowed, his face tinged with worry.

He had recognized the other man long ago as the one who'd snatched his Essence of Stars at the Tiandou Auction House.

Others might not have noticed it, but he could tell that the sharp sword in the man's hand was extraordinary.

He guessed the sword had been forged by smelting down his precious stone.

Though he didn't know how the man had done it, or who had forged it for him,

it still broke his heart!

Every time he looked at that sword, it felt just like watching someone steal away his wife!

Though he had absolute confidence in the Little Master,

the man on the arena was too strange,

and he had that divine weapon, too—

Tai Tan just couldn't feel at ease. He was afraid the man might hurt his Little Master.

But the Soul Fighting Arena had an even deeper and more complicated background than the Tiandou Auction House. He didn't dare act rashly.

All he could do was steel himself:

he would keep his eyes on them every second, and never let that man hurt his Little Master in the slightest. Otherwise, he'd have no face to meet the Old Master.

When Ning Fengzhi and the others saw Tang San's name on the matchup list, they were also rather surprised.

"That little brat? This should be quite a show."

Bone Douluo remarked with a teasing grin.

He'd tested Tang San before, and the boy had felt slippery as an eel, like a little fox!

His talent was also absurdly high. How in the world had he cultivated so quickly?

Ning Fengzhi, however, considered more than that.

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

If he were merely a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, that would be one thing,

but his father was Tang Hao, who was currently being hunted by Spirit Hall.

Ning Fengzhi glanced from the corner of his eye at Bishop Salas to his left,

then spoke quietly to Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo:

"If Tang San's identity is exposed later and Spirit Hall makes a move—protect him discreetly."

"Mm. Tang Hao is worth doing a favor for. Leave it to me."

Bone Douluo pondered briefly, then said.