"Brothers, summon your Martial Souls!"
At Dai Mubai's furious roar, everyone on the Blue Tyrant Battle Team revealed their Martial Souls and Soul Rings. Their sheer pressure even completely crushed Emperor Team 2.
"This is!"
"The first Soul Ring is a ten-year white ring, while the fourth is a ten-thousand-year ring? How is that possible?"
The spectators all rubbed their eyes, immediately wondering if they had seen wrong.
If there was a way to absorb a ten-thousand-year fourth ring, why absorb a ten-year ring for the first one?
"Your Majesty, that blue-haired one seems to be called Tang San."
"Tang San? I have indeed never heard of him. Still, Emperor Team 2 is bound to lose. That is only natural."
Xue Ye likewise did not think much of Emperor Team 2. At best, this team had entered through the back door. Letting them compete was merely a formality, a chance to show their faces.
"Uncle Sword, is this Tang San the son of that Clear Sky Douluo you met?"
"Mm... he looks too much like him, and his aura is very similar as well. But isn't this change a little too drastic?"
Chen Xin's eyes narrowed almost into slits.
It had only been a year. The Tang San in his memory was still the one from that night in Suotuo City—utterly unremarkable, with killing intent flashing in his eyes from time to time.
The one before him could no longer be recognized by appearance alone.
"I believe it is him, but to be certain, we must see him use the Clear Sky Hammer."
Chen Xin knew that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls. After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence clearly stated that this Tang San's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass. Since his father was Tang Hao,