After finishing their touching display of master-and-disciple affection, Tang San returned to his room with a look of disdain.
Lying on the bed, Tang San tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Because of Gangzi's matter, he had completely forgotten to ask how his father had become bald.
And what exactly was his father's true identity? What was the deal with his hammer Martial Soul?
His heart was filled with countless questions, but there was no one he could confide in.
The next day.
Today was the seventh day of the Genius Tournament.
All of Tang San's points had been taken by Bai Ranmo, so he now had to hurry and earn more points if he wanted to make the top ten.
On the seventh day of the competition, there were already few people who continued to compete as frantically as they had during the first three days, so Tang San's points grew very slowly. He had no choice; he simply could not find anyone willing to compete with him. Tang San decided to watch some of the other matches instead and gather information while he was at it.
"Xiao San." Hei Ranbai's voice rang out.
Tang San was pleasantly surprised. "Ranbai, what is it?"
"There's a major battle at Arena Five. It's between Li Bai, Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's disciple, and Mitsuki, the son of White Snake Douluo, Star Luo Empire's number-one genius. Want to go watch?"
"Sure." Tang San had heard of both geniuses, so he immediately decided to go take a look.
When the two arrived beneath Arena Five, they found it already surrounded by a sea of people.
The battle had also entered its climax.
Mitsuki was a full four levels below Li Bai, and their Soul Ring Configurations were