Xiao Hongchen: No Field Gets Worn Out by Plowing, Only Oxen Work Themselves to Death. Isn't That Right... A Cheng?

Inside a room.

"That brat finally showed his face? I thought he'd been scared out of showing up." Listening to a fellow sect disciple's report, Tang San gave a cold snort.

Under the Seven-Colored Goddess's treatment, his severed arm had finally been reattached, but the heart-piercing agony still left him shaken. The martial soul Wang Dong'er had forged seemed to have a special potency against him...

"All right, you may leave."

He waved a hand, dismissing the disciple.

Only then did Tang San turn toward the shadows.

"That brat isn't simple. Don't underestimate him..." the God King said gravely.

His true body was in Heaven, where Destruction kept him under close watch. That was why he had allowed that brat to develop this far.

"He forced Xuan Zi to retreat, and this time he didn't rely on a Soul-Guided Mecha."

"I know," Tang San said dismissively.

Ning Rongrong had helped repair his body, and his true self had helped him integrate the divine power. When he emerged from seclusion, he would wash away his past humiliation!

Of course, he cared about this competition not merely for the championship or honor, but to reclaim the dignity that rightfully belonged to the Original Continent in a competition hailed as a barometer of the continent's powers.

He would let the continent know what happened to those who offended Shrek Academy and him, Tang San.

It would also sound a warning bell for those kings and rulers who allowed their subjects to circulate the Sun Moon Empire's Image Stones and slander him at will. He, Tang San, still held sway over the continent...

"Sun Moon Empire! Sun Moon Empire!"

Amid wave after wave of cheers.

The three days of elimination rounds passed in a flash.

Only sixty-four teams remained to compete for the