In an inconspicuous spot in a corner of the spectator stands.
An old man with snow-white hair and beard and a sinister face sat leaning back in his chair, his dark green eyes fixed on the Martial Arts Arena below like a venomous snake's.
Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.
He had not taken a conspicuous seat, nor did he like occasions where all eyes were on him.
But today, he had come.
Because of his granddaughter Dugu Yan's request, because of that boy named Tang Tian.
"That's the boy?"
Dugu Bo's gaze fell on the tenth platform, on the boy standing there languidly.
Eleven years old, rank thirty-five.
He had helped Yanyan suppress her toxins.
These pieces of information flashed rapidly through his mind.
"Blue Silver Grass. Interesting."
Dugu Bo murmured.
With his discerning eye, he could naturally see that Tang Tian was extraordinary.
That instant victory with a single move had looked simple.
In reality, both his control of Soul Power and his grasp of timing had reached an extremely high level.
More crucially, there was that Life Aura that washed over him.
That was a power capable of counteracting toxins.
"This boy really does have something."
A flicker of interest crossed Dugu Bo's eyes.
Just then, a purple figure quietly slipped over to his side.
"Grandpa!"
Dugu Yan sat down beside him, her face full of excitement, yet her eyes remained fixed on the tenth platform.
Dugu Bo glanced at her and snorted coldly.
"Why did you come running up here instead of staying down below?"
Dugu Yan said with perfect confidence, "I came to watch the matches! As a team member, observing our opponents is part of my duty!"
The corner of Dugu Bo's mouth twitched.
Observing opponents?
*Your eyes are practically glued to him, and you call