Yu Xiaogang looked as though he had seized the last straw that could save his life. He jerked his head up and grabbed Tang San by the shoulders:
"Yes!
Little San is right!
He's just a brute of the Power Attack System!
He's only one man!
Restrict his movement with Control Type Spirit Skills, then wear him down with poison or Hidden Weapons, and he's bound to lose!
Little San, you're right!
There's nothing wrong with my theory! It's this world that's wrong!"
Tang San watched Yu Xiaogang rave like a madman and silently swore an oath.
Yin Changqing, so what if you stole the show today?
Just wait until the Promotion Tournament—even the Finals.
Before the entire continent, I, Tang San, will use Tang Sect Hidden Weapons and the Eight Spider Lances to grind you beneath my feet!
Inside a private VIP lounge at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.
The doors closed, and a soundproof barrier of Soul Power instantly enveloped the room.
Yin Yu sat in the seat of honor, smiling.
Tuoba Tingxue sat nearby with a cup of tea in hand, her eyes full of approval and pride.
"Twelve seconds."
Yin Yu grinned.
"Those two so-called geniuses from Blazing Fire Academy couldn't even take one punch from you. What a sight!"
"That's enough. Don't praise the boy until his head's in the clouds."
Tuoba Tingxue chuckled and set down her teacup.
"After Changqing's fight today, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Xue Ye looked like they'd swallowed something bitter."
Yin Changqing walked over to them, his expression calm. The crushing victory that had shaken the entire continent had not made him the least bit restless.
"Dad, Mom, let's leave the celebration for later."
Yin Changqing got straight to the point.
"There's something more urgent