No Useless Martial Souls, Only Useless Soul Masters

"You are Tang San?" At this moment, a light and leisurely voice came, sounding extremely casual.

Tang San, who had just stepped off the stage, suddenly turned his head and saw a white-haired figure wearing sunglasses staring at him curiously.

"The Saint Son of the Spirit Hall... Bai Ranmo!" Tang San became extremely alert, staring warily at Bai Ranmo.

Because his teacher had been frequently Prison and suffered by the Spirit Hall over the past three years, his opinion of the Spirit Hall had plummeted. Although he still received the monthly Soul Master Subsidy from the Spirit Hall, and his Martial Soul was awakened through the Spirit Hall, this did not change the fact that he had already labeled the Spirit Hall as "having a way to bring about its own demise."

"Interesting... I want to challenge you, do you accept?" Bai Ranmo said this, but it was as if he was just issuing a notice, speaking in a completely indifferent tone.

Tang San was about to speak when Bai Ranmo leisurely walked towards the stage.

Tang San wasn't given a chance to refuse at all.

Should we fight?

If we don't fight, wouldn't we look like cowards? Wouldn't that be disgracing ourselves as Tang Sect disciples and our teachers?!

"Xiao San, the Saint Son of the Spirit Hall is very strong. You are fighting him now..." Hei Ranbai, who had just walked over, had a solemn expression on his face.

Gangzi walked over with red eyes. He had just heard Hei Ranbai's challenge as well. Recalling the suffering he had endured in the Spirit Hall Prison over the past few years, as well as the despicable faces of Scarface, Gangzi was completely unable to remain calm.

He was determined to make his Xiao San defeat the Saint Son of the Spirit Hall in front of everyone, fair and square!

Once Xiao San becomes the Continent's Number One Genius, then Yu Xiaogang will be the teacher of the Continent's Number One Genius, and everyone will have to respect him!

"Xiao San, you must accept the challenge. If you refuse, it will have a significant impact on your mindset in the subsequent competitions!" Gangzi was panting heavily, but he still managed to give a Crown reason.

He couldn't very well suggest that Tang San avenge him, could he? That would make it seem like he, as Tang San's teacher, was using him.

Since the teacher had spoken, Tang San naturally nodded seriously. "Okay, teacher, I accept the challenge."

After saying that, Tang San turned to look at Hei Ranbai: "Ranbai, don't worry, I'm very confident in my strength."

"Be careful..." After a moment's hesitation, Hei Ranbai said solemnly.

"Um."

Having been terrified of the previous few days and now too afraid to participate in the Arena Match, Ma Hongjun approached Tang San with a grave expression and asked:

"Third Brother, will we win?"

"We will win!" Tang San recalled the Hidden Weapon he had created during this time, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

The appearance of the Saint Son of the Spirit Hall on stage for the first time undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention.

The other arenas were even briefly empty, with everyone gathered under arena number 1, staring at Bai Ranmo with varying expressions.

"Hmph, this kid named Tang San is going to suffer!" Yan stared at Tang San with schadenfreude from below the stage, finding Bai Ranmo rather pleasing to the eye for the first time.

He had previously fought against Tang San. His Flame Domain Lord was a perfect counter to Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, but Tang San, that brat, was unsportsmanlike and even pulled out Hidden Weapon, causing him to lose!

Even the Titled Douluo sitting on the Pope Hall turned their gazes towards it.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, 9 years old, Level 22 Control-Type Battle Spirit Master!"

A seemingly ordinary Blue Silver Grass appeared in Tang San's palm, and two yellow Soul Ring rose from his feet.

"Bai Ranmo, Six Eyes Martial Soul, 9 years old, Level 42 Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor!"

Bai Ranmo yawned, his blue pupils behind his sunglasses seemingly unchanged, but the oppressive aura he exuded sent chills down the spines of all the Soul Master present.

What's most chilling is Bai Ranmo's level: 42! And he's only 9 years old?

The word "genius" is insufficient to describe Bai Ranmo.

No one seemed too shocked by his second ring of a thousand years and his fourth ring of ten thousand years, because Tianyue and Sun Chuantao had already been shocked by them.

Gangzi, sitting in the audience, stared wide-eyed in disbelief. How could this be!

Gangzi estimated that the opponent was at most a level 29 Soul Grandmaster, and Xiao San should have no problem dealing with him. But the opponent turned out to be a Soul Ancestor!

Could it be that... the Spirit Hall has mastered some method to increase cultivation speed?

Although Gangzi was a bit foolish, he didn't believe that the Spirit Hall would damage the Saint Son's foundation just to save face. It must be that the Spirit Hall had hidden some special cultivation Secret Art!

Damn the Spirit Hall! How could they be so selfish? This kind of method should be promoted throughout the entire continent to benefit the entire Soul Master World!

Gangzi thought to himself that he must go to Bibi Dong in the next few days to ask her for advice on how to cultivate so quickly, both to help Tang San and to help himself.

He had even imagined the scene of himself breaking through level 30 and Luo Sanpao evolving into Golden Sacred Dragon.

But fantasy is ultimately just fantasy.

Tang San on the stage was also incredibly shocked. A Soul Grandmaster fighting Soul Ancestor? Really?

With a level difference of 20, no matter how confident Tang San was in the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons, he didn't think he could win.

"If you're scared, you can just surrender!" Bai Ranmo yawned, saying listlessly, "With your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, you have no chance of defeating me."

"There are no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master!" Tang San shouted out his teacher's famous saying.

Bai Ranmo emitted a disdainful nasal sound from his nose.

This time, a Platinum Bishop personally presided over the battle. As one minute passed...

Tang San made the first move.

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

Seeing the Blue Silver Grass vines rushing towards him, Bai Ranmo had no interest in dodging them at all.

The Blue Silver Grass couldn't touch him at all; it was as if it was blocked by some strange force, frozen in mid-air.

"How is this possible?" Tang San, who was preparing for his next move, stared wide-eyed.

Although he had seen this method before when Bai Ranmo easily defeated Dai Mubai, he was still incredibly shocked to see it again.

"Blue Silver Grass has Poison Attribute? And your First Soul Ring is this thing?" Bai Ranmo's questioning voice came from behind. "What are you thinking? I won't even talk about how the Poison Attribute will harm your Martial Soul Origin. Don't you think this Soul Skill of yours is pretty useless?"

With a wave of his hand, he tossed aside the Blue Silver Grass vines that were binding him. Bai Ranmo said speechlessly, "Your Blue Silver Grass is a control-type, so can't you use the vines to bind people without First Soul Skill?"

"My development doesn't need your evaluation!" Tang San had barely finished speaking when Silent Sleeve Arrow shot out from his sleeve.

Unsurprisingly, the Silent Sleeve Arrow stopped in mid-air, unable to touch Bai Ranmo at all.

"Your little gadget is quite unique." Bai Ranmo glanced at it curiously, then lost interest. "I'm busy taking down the next person, so—"

Blue energy gathers in the palm of your hand.

"Cursed Technique Lapse - Azure!"