Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, a trace of cold severity appearing in both their eyes. Ning Fengzhi's expression soon returned to normal, however, and he transmitted his voice to Bone Douluo. "Uncle Bone, we should avoid making too much noise about this."
"Why?" Bone Douluo snorted and replied through voice transmission. "Tang San may be Tang Hao's son, but if he really dares to sink this low, we should report him and have him disqualified from the competition."
Ning Fengzhi raised a hand and patted Bone Douluo's shoulder, explaining through voice transmission, "Uncle Bone, don't forget that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect still has a partnership with Tang San. Without him, how will we manufacture hidden weapons in the future? Besides, unless we catch him in the act, there's nothing we can do if he refuses to admit it."
Only after hearing Ning Fengzhi's words did Bone Douluo's expression ease. He murmured, "Yes, there's no solid evidence yet. Let's keep observing for now."
On the Soul Fighting Stage, the seven competitors from Canghui Academy were carried off by their own people. Meanwhile, Grandmaster and the others from Shrek Academy also stepped onto the stage and helped the other six fallen competitors down with some difficulty.
As soon as they left the stage, Flender examined Dai Mubai and the others' injuries. Unable to hold back, he asked Tang San, "Tang San, what exactly happened to Mubai and the others? And what happened inside that multicolored light?"
"Headmaster, there's no chance of reconciliation between Canghui Academy and us. Since that's the case, how could I leave those threats lurking around us? What would we do if they ambushed us from behind one day?"
"So I struck to kill those seven from Canghui Academy. But it was a Seven-in-One