The referee finally announced that Martial Soul Hall Academy had claimed the final victory, becoming the champions of this year's Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.
Tang San ate a Recovery Sausage and adjusted his breathing for a moment. He was already fine. Rising to his feet, he looked at Jiang Chen with a complicated expression.
"Jiang Chen, congratulations."
"You were quite impressive too. You're an opponent worth taking seriously," Jiang Chen said.
Tang San froze briefly, then said firmly, "I won't give up. From now on, you'll be the goal I strive to surpass."
Jiang Chen said, "If you make me your goal, I'm afraid that day will never come."
"Then we'll wait and see." Purple light bloomed in Tang San's eyes, and a powerful conviction radiated from him.
Jiang Chen was somewhat surprised. Their gazes collided in the air, seeming to spark invisible flames.
"Fatty, let's go." Tang San withdrew his gaze and helped Ma Hongjun off the arena.
"Young soul masters of Martial Soul Hall Academy, congratulations on achieving the final victory." Bibi Dong's voice rang out.
A smile capable of captivating souls appeared on her face. From the start of the final match until now, this peerlessly elegant female Pope had smiled for the first time.
For a moment, everyone around the plaza—whether teachers and students from the various academies or personnel of Martial Soul Hall—held their breath, unwilling even to blink.
They actually felt that being able to look at her for one more second was a blessing.
Yet at the same time, they could not muster even the slightest irreverence. Before Bibi Dong, they felt nothing but ashamed of their own inadequacy.
Such a peerless woman was not someone ordinary people like them could ever deserve.
Jiang Chen smiled, feeling a little proud