Soul Fighting Against Tang San and Xiao Wu (Part Two)

Soft white light rose, and a snow-white Glazed Fox stepped out of it, its movements light and graceful, its fur sleek and lustrous.

Its three brightly colored tails swayed gently as it affectionately rubbed against Lin Chen's forearm, leaving a faint warmth against his skin.

It then padded elegantly to Zhu Zhuqing's side, gave a soft whimper, and fixed its wary gaze on the two opponents.

The instant Tang San saw the Glazed Fox Martial Soul, he froze on the spot.

His pupils contracted slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He stared hard at Lin Chen's face for several seconds before finally speaking, his tone complicated. "So it's you, Lin Chen. Long time no see."

After all these years, he had never imagined he would encounter an old acquaintance from Notting Junior Academy again, here on the stage of the Suotuo City Soul Fighting Arena.

A faint smile curved Lin Chen's lips. He looked relaxed, his voice carrying an easy familiarity.

"Tang San, it's been a few years. You've certainly gotten stronger."

"Oh, how has Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang been lately? Has he broken through to Soul Elder yet?"

The words sounded like a casual greeting, but every one jabbed at a sore spot.

Yu Xiaogang had spent his life stuck at level twenty-nine, unable to break through. It was his lifelong regret and greatest vulnerability.

Tang San's expression changed instantly. Anger flashed through his eyes, and his chest rose and fell slightly, his emotions clearly stirred.

But his temperament had long since surpassed that of his peers, and his self-control was exceptional. In an instant, he forcibly suppressed his surging emotions, his tone turning colder.

"Lin Chen, after all these years, is running your mouth still all you can do?"

Utterly confused, Zhu Zhuqing tilted her head toward Lin Chen