Dai Mubai's gaze slid from Fang Fan's face to Zhu Zhuqing's, then moved away.
Ma Hongjun sprawled by the edge of the platform, clutching his chest. His small eyes shifted back and forth between Fang Fan and Huo Wu, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Oscar adjusted his glasses and muttered softly:
"Isn't that the Pacifying-the-State King? What is he doing here watching Soul Fighting?"
Tang San did not answer.
He merely withdrew his gaze, gripped the Clear Sky Hammer firmly again, and said coldly to Huo Wushuang:
"Continue."
Yet the fire in his heart burned even fiercer than before.
There was more than hatred in those flames.
"You have lost." Tang San's voice fell from the platform, cold as a basin of icy water.
Before Huo Wushuang could even climb to his feet, the second hammer arrived.
Wrapped in dim lightning, the Clear Sky Hammer carved a pitch-black arc through the air and smashed heavily into Huo Wushuang's crossed arms.
Huo Wushuang let out a muffled groan and flew off the edge of the Soul Fighting platform like a kite with its string cut.
The remaining Blazing Fire Academy student tried to struggle, but Dai Mubai's claw had already struck his back, sending him straight off the platform.
The glow of the Soul Rings on the Soul Fighting platform faded.
Tang San put away the Clear Sky Hammer. His chest rose and fell, but there was no joy on his face.
He stood there and swept his gaze over the area below. His eyes passed over Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang before finally landing on the white-clad figure behind the beaded curtain. He paused for only an instant before turning and walking off the platform.
Ma Hongjun climbed up from beside the railing, clutching his chest, and