A month passed quickly. What had happened at the Moonlight Pavilion seemed to have stirred no waves, and the promotion tournament arrived on schedule. Everyone from Shrek was already rubbing their hands in anticipation.
The promotion tournament was the best stage for displaying individual strength. These arrogant little brats played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would compete. Anyone who failed to defeat seven opponents in a row would have to clean the entire wooden house for a day.
"Scissors~ rock~ paper!"
"Ah, it's me." Tang San looked at his own paper and everyone else's fists, then raised his hand.
"Oh-ho, then Barak Academy's in for something worse than death." Ma Hongjun shook his head, clicking his tongue.
"Hongjun, am I really that frightening to you?" Tang San rapped Ma Hongjun on the head and gazed quietly at him with his black eyes and red pupils.
"No, no! Third Brother, you're so gentle and motherly. How could you possibly make their lives worse than death?" Ma Hongjun hurriedly shook his head.
"You fat little smart-mouth." Tang San smiled helplessly.
Then they headed to the Battle Platform to meet their opponents for this round, Barak Academy.
It was the royal academy of the Balak Kingdom, enjoying the same standing in its country as the Heaven Dou Royal Academy did in the Heaven Dou Empire.
"Hell yeah! Dark Asura, tear them apart!"
"Get going! I want to see rivers of blood!"
Naturally, Tang San did not disappoint the spectators. From beginning to end, he finished off everyone from Barak in fewer than ten moves.
Tang San's performance, leaving everyone else choking on his dust, sent chills through the other competitors. Where had this wild monster of a Soul Master sprung from? He was only thirteen or fourteen, yet he was already a fucking Soul