Theory

Su Chen slowly walked down the arena steps.

Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xue'er followed behind him.

He had only taken a few steps and was about to enter the private passage.

When a figure suddenly burst out of the resting area like a madman.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

His arms spread wide, his face twisted by rage and despair.

He turned toward the judges' platform and roared himself hoarse.

"Disqualify the Spirit Hall Team!"

"That brat used a prohibited weapon!"

The judges froze where they stood.

The spectators in the stands instantly fell silent.

Spirit Hall's guards immediately stepped forward, ready to drag away this troublemaking lunatic.

Su Chen raised his right hand.

Stopping the guards.

He halted.

And coldly looked at the hysterical man before him.

"A prohibited weapon?"

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at Su Chen, extending a trembling finger.

"Yes! A prohibited weapon!"

"Little San's hidden weapon techniques have reached perfection, and the Eight Spider Lances are an indestructible External Soul Bone!"

"How could anyone made of flesh and blood catch Yama's Invitation barehanded? How could anyone snap a Soul Bone in two by force?"

"This simply defies common sense!"

"You must be hiding some prohibited Soul Tool capable of unleashing terrifying destructive power!"

"In order to win, Spirit Hall actually used such methods to maim contestants. This is an open trampling of the tournament rules!"

Su Chen looked at Yu Xiaogang.

A trace of undisguised mockery curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Common sense?"

"Ignorance is not frightening. Treating ignorance as truth and showing it off is what is truly pathetic."

The veins in Yu Xiaogang's neck bulged.

"Stop changing the subject! Have you been exposed and left with nothing to say?"

"I spent half my life studying Martial Souls and exhausted all my efforts