"Saint Son Lin and I agreed beforehand to have a one-on-one match."
Knowing he was nothing on his own, Tang San deliberately dragged Lin Qian into it to improve his chances of success.
"Qian, you..."
Hearing that Lin Qian was involved, Bibi Dong cast him a questioning look.
"I accept your challenge."
Making no attempt to hide it, Lin Gan readily agreed, while giving Bibi Dong a reassuring look.
The two sides thus stepped onto the arena, ready for their match.
Looking at his lifelong enemy, Tang San's eyes gleamed viciously. "Lin Qian, I'll repay every bit of the humiliation you've brought me!"
Lin Qian smiled with a touch of mischievous delight. "The same goes for you. Unfortunately, the Soul Master Tournament bans skills outside one's Martial Soul, so I won't get to face your hidden weapons."
The experience of being beaten into shutting himself away had already become Tang San's inner demon, a taboo he could not recall-the sort that drove him mad the moment it was touched.
His fury thoroughly ignited, Tang San released his Eight Spider Lances. If anger could take physical form, he would already have been spewing flames.
Lin Qian followed the principle of never running his mouth when he could use his fists. Once his opponent made a move, he attacked as well, blasting a punch forward.
Once the two began exchanging blows, discussion broke out in the stands too.
Yu Xiaogang darted over to Dugu Bo. "Senior Poison Douluo, do you know where Li Si went?"
Already troubled by this very matter, Dugu Bo glanced at him. "Your disciple's about to die, and you still have time to worry about someone else?"
Yu Xiaogang was frighteningly ignorant. "Killing is forbidden in the Soul Master Tournament. Isn't that a bit too far-fetched, Senior?"
Dugu