After seeing Ning Fengzhi off, Li Sen leisurely returned to his room and wrapped his arms around Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.
One had a perfect figure, the other skin like ice and jade. This was pure bliss.
He decided to leave and find Dugu Bo once Tang San finished his matches at the Soul Fighting Arena that day.
He would wait no longer.
Before absorbing the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, he had feared Dugu Bo's poison. Now he had no such concerns.
Meanwhile.
The gravely wounded Yu Xiaogang regained consciousness after Flender brought him to a healing-type Soul Master at the Soul Emperor level for treatment.
Flender sat beside him.
At the sight of him, Yu Xiaogang instinctively tried to sit up. Agonizing pain instantly tore through his entire body, making him howl.
"Ah!!!"
"What happened to me?!"
Flender hurriedly warned him.
"Xiaogang, the meridians throughout your body are damaged, your muscles are strained, and you've lost too much blood. Don't move!"
"The Soul Master who treated you said you'll need at least a month to recuperate."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes bulged as though they might split, his fury driving his heart into a frantic pounding.
He had been beaten!
Beaten by a twelve-year-old child!
He was a Grandmaster of martial soul theory!
That damned Tang San had not only refused to kowtow and become his disciple, but had also insulted him and even attacked him!
He thought of the theory of Martial Soul Evolution, then of how Li Sen had ignored him at their first meeting.
Yu Xiaogang could no longer spare a thought for the embarrassment and inferiority he felt about seeing Liu Erlong. He roared furiously, "Damn Tang San! Damn Li Sen!"
"Flender, take me to Erlong right now! Immediately!"
"I'll make them understand that I, Yu Xiaogang, haven't earned my reputation for nothing!"
"I'll make them pay!"
"Whatever the cost, I'll obtain the theory of Martial Soul Evolution and destroy them!"
Flender froze for a moment before his expression softened. He almost felt like crying.
It had not been easy.
It had been so terribly hard!
Yu Xiaogang was finally willing to seek out Liu Erlong!
At the thought of seeing Liu Erlong after so many years apart, a smile appeared on Flender's face.
Even the exhaustion from these past few days of racing around with Yu Xiaogang to find someone to treat him could not wipe it away.
The trio of him, Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong was known as the Golden Iron Triangle.
With all three together, their Martial Soul Fusion Skill rivaled a Titled Douluo.
Within the Golden Iron Triangle, he loved Liu Erlong, but Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang loved each other.
He had thought he had no hope, only for the two of them to turn out to be relatives within five generations.
Yu Xiaogang had fled because of it.
Flender had thought this would allow him to be with Liu Erlong.
Unexpectedly, Liu Erlong still could not forget Yu Xiaogang. Unable even to see him, she had begun shutting herself away from the world.
Flender had therefore promised to persuade Yu Xiaogang to see her, but he had never succeeded and had been too ashamed to face her.
Now, after suffering setback after setback, Yu Xiaogang was finally going to see her.
Even if he and Liu Erlong were never destined to be together, seeing her would still be a blessing.
Flender rose, picked up Yu Xiaogang, and raced toward Heaven Dou City at full speed, his eyes brimming with anticipation.
He knew nothing of the news that Li Sen had fought a Titled Douluo in Suotuo City.
Suotuo City, the Soul Fighting Arena.
Tang San was preparing for his last match.
One of the Soul Fighting Arena's executives could no longer bear it. He approached Tang San and pleaded with a miserable expression, "Thousand-Hand Asura, could you please stop fighting?"
"Why?" Tang San asked calmly.
The executive said woefully, "Your win rate is a hundred percent. People place bets on you whenever you enter the arena."
"Even though we've lowered the odds as far as they'll go, the arena is still losing money hand over fist. A few more matches and we'll have to close down."
"If nothing else works, could you throw a match?"
Tang San: "..."
Tang San hesitated briefly, without developing any thoughts of the man courting death.
He now had the ten million Gold Soul Coins Ning Fengzhi had given him, so he was not short of money.
His master, Li Sen, had said they would go straight to Heaven Dou City to find Dugu Bo after today's matches. There really was no reason to keep lingering at the Soul Fighting Arena.
He could stop fighting and let them survive, but throwing a match was out of the question. His master needed a renowned master's reputation to recruit disciples.
With that thought, Tang San said calmly, "In that case, cancel my final match for me."
The Soul Fighting Arena executive looked stunned. He had never expected the discussion to go so smoothly.
Tang San's master could fight the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Titled Douluo, and he was right here in the city. They could not afford to offend him.
If Tang San refused to stop competing, the Soul Fighting Arena would have no choice but to disband.
Fortunately, Tang San had agreed.
Thanking him repeatedly, the executive took out a Gold Soul Card and handed it to Tang San. "Thank you for your understanding, Thousand-Hand Asura. This contains a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. Please accept it."
Tang San reached out to take it, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
Had Li Sen been there, he would have discovered that Tang San had even learned his attitude of "only a fool passes up a free advantage."
The two walked out of the preparation area. Suddenly, the executive's heart lurched.
A man in his prime approached them with several youths holding their heads high.
The man looked straight at Tang San and asked, "Blue hair, young age... you're Thousand-Hand Asura, Suotuo City's young genius, the Gold Soul Fighter with a hundred-percent win rate at the Soul Fighting Arena?"
Tang San frowned slightly.
Now that he had Li Sen's care and guidance, Xiao Wu's company, and even gifts from his biological father, he had long since felt loved. His disposition was no longer so extreme that someone acting a little overbearing would stir murderous intent in him.
He studied them, but before he could speak, one of the boys behind the middle-aged man said:
"What young genius?"
"If you ask me, it's only because Sister Yan and Brother Tian Heng weren't here. Otherwise, there's no way he'd have a hundred-percent win rate!"
The Soul Fighting Arena executive's face darkened.
Tang San was in no hurry, but he was already panicking.
A middle-aged man leading a few children—he had seen plenty of academy teachers bringing students out for practical experience like this.
They were all youths with little combat experience and big mouths, fond of challenging famous fighters. Once they got beaten to a pulp, they would settle down.
The problem was that he had only just convinced Tang San to stop competing!
These people were about to wreck his livelihood!
"Are you trying to cause trouble?"
"Guards! Get over here!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the Soul Fighting Arena executive stepped in front of Tang San and loudly called for the enforcers to drive these people away.
Buzz~
Six Soul Rings lit up: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.
The middle-aged man released his martial soul and Soul Rings without a change in expression. "My friend, don't be nervous."
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Qin Ming, an instructor for the Imperial Fighting Team at Heaven Dou City's Heaven Dou Imperial Academy."
"We heard that a young genius capable of defeating a Soul Ancestor had appeared in Suotuo City. The children wanted to challenge him, so I brought them here. We're not here to cause trouble."
Qin Ming looked at Tang San, deeply curious about this individual whom the academy had specifically assigned him to observe.
He had come with three objectives. First, to test whether the rumors were true.
Second, to see the gap between members of the younger generation.
Third, if the rumors proved true, to try recruiting him.
Beside him, Tang San raised an eyebrow upon hearing about the imperial academy, then looked excitedly at the purple-haired girl among the boys and girls.
The Imperial Fighting Team, called Sister Yan, hair to wash—this had to be Dugu Yan, the Poison Douluo's granddaughter his master had mentioned!
His master had said that Dugu Bo cared deeply about his granddaughter, Dugu Yan.
They happened to be going to find him after today's matches. Bringing his granddaughter along would make communicating easier.
An outdated task was still a task. He might as well complete it!
The Soul Fighting Arena executive, meanwhile, looked dreadful, his lips trembling as he struggled to speak.
He could not afford to offend Heaven Dou City's Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, but if Tang San fought another match, the losses would run into hundreds of thousands or even a million Gold Soul Coins!
Seeing the executive's predicament, Tang San stepped forward with a faint smile. "All of you can come at me together."
The Soul Fighting Arena executive brightened at Tang San's arrogant words.
In a one-on-one match, everyone would bet on Tang San winning.
But what about one against seven?
After all, Soul Masters could complement one another when they formed a team. In combat strength, one plus one was greater than two.
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