When Lan Fozi bounced back to the preparation area, Xie Xie was already bent over with laughter.
"Hahahaha! 'Seriously injured'! Where are you injured?"
Lan Fozi blinked and covered his chest solemnly. "Internal injuries, very serious."
"You did a great job. Ye Xinglan Although I won this time, it's more uncomfortable than losing!"
"That means you don't even know who I am?"
On the other hand, Xu Xiaoyan couldn't help but laugh, but in a more reserved way.
Tang Wulin shook his head and looked at Long Yuan on the rostrum.
Master, is this your arrangement?
Long Yuan put down the tea cup and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Lan Fozi ran back and asked as if taking credit, "Brother Wulin, how did I perform?"
Tang Wulin gave a thumbs up. "Awesome."
Lan Fozi laughed so hard that his eyes were bent.
Xie Xie came over and said, "What was that move you made just now? Why did you freeze her?"
Lan Fozi thought for a while, "It's just... I just grabbed it casually. I didn't expect her to be so weak..."
Xie Xie: "..."
"Okay, stop making trouble." Tang Wulin patted Xie Xie on the shoulder, "My game hasn't started yet."
Xie Xie then remembered. "Yes, your opponent was defeated by that Ye Xinglan, who is ranked now?"
In the distance, Cai Yue'er sat down with a livid face.
Of course she could see that the girl named Lan Fozi was not serious from the beginning to the end. If she wanted to win, Ye Xinglan wouldn't be able to survive even one move.
She turned to look at Long Yuan on the rostrum.
Long Yuan happened to be looking this way too, and their eyes met.
Long Yuan picked up the tea cup, saluted from a distance, and then took a slow sip.
Cai Yue'er's face turned even darker, and the next moment, as if she couldn't bear the humiliation, she instantly disappeared from the audience stage.
At this moment, a middle-aged man stood up from the audience and strode towards the podium.
"Long Yuan! You called me here just to see this?"
Mu Ye's loud voice can be heard from far away.
Long Yuan put down the teacup, stood up, and showed a rare sincere smile.
"Senior Mu Ye, aren't you here to give me some guidance?"
Mu Ye rolled his eyes and scanned the audience.
"Which one is your apprentice?"
Long Yuan pointed at Tang Wulin who was in the preparation area.
"That."
Mu Ye looked in the direction and his eyes lit up.
"That's him?"
"Hmm."
Mu Ye looked up and down and nodded.
"The muscles and bones are good, Blood Qi is also strong. How long have you been practicing Innate Secret Method?"
"Less than a month."
"Is this effect achieved in one month?" Mu Ye's eyes brightened, "What a great seedling! I have to take a closer look later."
Long Yuan raised the corner of his mouth. "Then I'll trouble Senior Mu Ye."
Mu Ye waved his hand and sat down next to Long Yuan.
"No trouble, no trouble. If you had told me that you had such an apprentice, I would have been here long ago!"
Tang Wulin also looked towards the rostrum at this time, and happened to see Long Yuan talking to a strange middle-aged man.
He had never seen that person before, but he looked extraordinary.
As if sensing Tang Wulin's gaze, Long Yuan turned his head, glanced at him, and then nodded slightly.
The radio soon started ringing again.
"The second round of the competition, venue three, is between Tang Wulin of the Eastsea Academy and Zhou Zihan of the Skysea Academy."
Xie Xie was stunned. "Zhou Zihan? Who is it?"
Lan Fozi shook his head.
Xu Xiaoyan also shook his head.
Zhang Yangzi just came down from another game and heard this and said, "Skysea Academy is the seed player of the youth group, the second ring, Martial Soul is Iron-Spine Dragon. In the last round, he eliminated an opponent who was at the top of the second ring."
After saying that, he looked at Lan Fozi with regret in his eyes. "It's a pity that I was competing just now and missed such a wonderful show."
Xie Xie curled his lips. "No matter who he is, he can't beat Wulin anyway."
Tang Wulin said nothing, stretched his wrist, and walked to venue three.
There were also many people surrounding the No. 3 competition stage.
Although it is not as lively as the scene between Shrek and Lan Fozi just now, the words "Eastsea Academy" have just become popular because of Lan Fozi, and many viewers want to see who else Eastsea Academy is.
Zhou Zihan is already waiting on the stage.
He is sixteen or seventeen years old and tall, a full head taller than Tang Wulin. He has dark skin and strong muscles in his arms, and he looks like a powerful athlete at first glance.
He frowned when he saw Tang Wulin coming on stage.
"Are you Tang Wulin?"
Tang Wulin nodded.
Zhou Zihan looked him up and down, with a disdainful curve at the corner of his mouth.
"Kid, you should go back and play in the mud. This game is not where you should come."
Tang Wulin said nothing.
After the referee briefly explained the rules, he announced the start.
Zhou Zihan immediately released Martial Soul--Iron-Spine Dragon. Two circles of Yellow Soul Ring rose up, a layer of gray-black scales appeared on the surface of his body, his arms became thicker, and sharp nails protruded from the ends of his fingers.
"First Soul Skill, Dragon Armor!"
His scales became thicker and his whole body looked like an iron tower.
Tang Wulin looked at his changes and did not move.
Zhou Zihan strode over, each step leaving a dull sound on the competition stage. He raised his right fist and went straight to the door facing Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin raised his right hand.
The golden scales spread from the wrist to the fingertips, glowing faintly under the light. He did not release Martial Soul, let alone flash Soul Ring, but opened his fingers to meet the fist.
"Bang!"
Amidst the muffled sound, Zhou Zihan's fist was firmly held.
His expression changed, and he tried desperately to withdraw his hand, but the small palm did not move at all, as if it were made of iron.
"You..."
Tang Wulin didn't give him a chance to speak. He twisted his right hand and a strong force came from him. Zhou Zihan was so shaken that his center of gravity was unstable. He staggered two steps and almost fell down.
He let go of his hand and Zhou Zihan finally managed to stabilize his body, his face turned red.
"Second Soul Skill, dragon--"
Before he finished speaking, Tang Wulin appeared in front of him.
The right hand shot out, neither lightly nor hard, on Zhou Zihan's chest.
Zhou Zihan felt a surge of force, and he jumped into the air, flew straight out of the competition stage, and fell to the ground with a "bang".
The whole place was quiet for a moment.
The referee was stunned for a second before announcing. "Tang Wulin, wins."
There was a burst of applause from the audience, not enthusiastic, but sincere enough.
Zhou Zihan got up from the ground and looked at the young man on the stage who was a head shorter than him with bewilderment.
From beginning to end, the other party didn't even release Martial Soul, nor did Soul Ring light up.
He didn't even survive a single move.
Tang Wulin walked down the stage and Xie Xie came up.
"Can't you fight twice more? He is a seeded player after all."
Tang Wulin flicked his wrist and said calmly, "No need."
Xie Xie looked at him speechlessly.
Xu Xiaoyan interjected from the side. "Senior brother, that slap you just made was so handsome!"
Tang Wulin smiled and said nothing.
In the distance, on the rostrum.
Mu Ye put down the tea cup and marveled.
"This kid controls his strength well. That palm looks light and fluffy, but in fact it has just enough strength to knock people away without hurting them."
"Why isn't he my disciple?" Mu Ye whispered.
Xu Xiaoyan