But soon, Cheng Gang started laughing again.
"Hahahahaha! Did you think you were the only person I suspected of being a reincarnated Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"
"Let me tell you, ten thousand years ago, that Xiao Wu among your Shrek Seven Devils was a reincarnated Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. You probably don't know a secret from ten thousand years ago like that!"
"Ever since I learned that secret, I haven't missed a single Soul Fighting match in this tournament. I carefully observed every competitor on every team, just to see whether I might have a share of such good fortune myself."
"That Xu Sanshi on your team seemingly has the Tool Martial Soul Xuanming Shield, but it's actually an external manifestation of the Beast Martial Soul Xuanming Turtle. I imagine that stick of yours should be much the same, shouldn't it?"
"You Soul Beast, you're crafty to the extreme. You really almost fooled me, hahahahaha!"
At this point, a look of pride appeared on Cheng Gang's face.
Chen Ping was speechless. When he read the original novel before, he had already thought Cheng Gang was enough of a fucking idiot. The man had clearly managed to cultivate to the Titled Douluo level, so how could his brain work this poorly?
But after actually meeting him, he discovered that the man was even more of a fucking idiot than he had imagined!
Not only had this guy suspected him, he had indiscriminately suspected every Soul Master competing in this tournament. He had ogled every single Soul Master in the tournament!
At the thought, Chen Ping was so disgusted that goosebumps scattered all over the floor.
"All right, since you questioned me just now, let me ask you something in return. Since you insist on arguing that you aren't a reincarnated Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast,