After Tang San's victory.
The three Education Committee Members discussed among themselves.
Meng Shenji pondered for a moment. "Tang San and Xiao Wu are far more talented than we imagined."
Bai Baoshan nodded. "And Tang Tian in particular. For those two little monsters to call him their big brother, that boy is probably no simple character."
Zhi Lin stood and said, "Let me."
Qin Ming froze. "Education Committee Member Zhi, you're going to take the field yourself?"
Zhi Lin smiled faintly. "A rank thirty-five Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, yet two monsters with Thousand-Year Soul Rings willingly call him their big brother. I'm very curious about this boy."
The second team's effeminate captain, Lu Qibin, exchanged a glance with their vice-captain, Big Waves, excitement flashing in their eyes.
Big Waves lowered her voice. "Education Committee Member Zhi is a Soul Douluo. Even if he suppresses his cultivation, the gap in experience is still as vast as heaven and earth."
Lu Qibin sneered. "Let that brat show off. He'll be crying soon enough. His little brother and sister humiliated us. Seeing him take a beating will help us vent our anger."
Big Waves nodded. "Hopefully he'll beat his face into a pig's head. Let's see if he still dares act so arrogant."
Qin Ming stood to one side, his brows tightly knitted.
Although he had personally witnessed the astonishing Soul Power Levels of Tang Tian and the other two, actual combat was another matter.
Education Commissioner Zhi Lin had immersed himself in Martial Soul Theory research for decades, and his application of Soul Power had long since reached the pinnacle.
Even suppressed to rank thirty-five, he still possessed a Soul Douluo's combat instincts.
However strong Tang Tian was, he was only an eleven-year-old child.
How could he possibly win?
Bai Baoshan