The referee was announcing the proceedings in the arena. "Both sides—"
Before he could finish, Tang San suddenly froze.
His gaze locked onto the stands directly across from him.
There, an old man dressed in white robes embroidered with the character "Tang" on the chest stood with several young people dressed the same way, quietly watching the arena.
People from the Tang Sect?
What were they doing here?!
Had they come to watch the matches?
Tang San instinctively lowered his head. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and his heart began to race.
That nightmare of a scene surfaced before his eyes again: the Enforcement Hall, the Sect Master's furious shouts, irrefutable evidence, his meridians crippled, his limbs broken...
He stood rooted to the spot, motionless.
I can't use the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and I have to put away my Hidden Weapons too. I absolutely can't reveal my identity before I reach a certain level of strength...
He took a deep breath, doing his best to calm down.
But when he had composed himself and lifted his head, ready to release his Martial Soul, he discovered that the match was already over.
On the arena, all seven members of the Heaven Dou Royal Second Team lay sprawled across the ground, motionless.
Some were foaming at the mouth, some were convulsing all over, and some were pale as paper. If not for their chests still rising and falling faintly, he would have thought they had died right there on the arena.
Dai Mubai stood at the front, one foot planted on an unconscious opponent, looking pleased with himself.
Yu Tianheng and the other two had also dealt with the opponents they had chosen. Now they stood gazing coldly at the "spoils of war" on the ground.
Because Dai Mubai and Ma