Bibi Dong still wanted to stop him, but Qian Xunji stopped her.
Qian Xunji also said seriously, "Since Chuan'er has said so, Dong'er, let him take the field first."
Bibi Dong pouted and said, a little displeased, "You little brat, if you lose, I won't let you off."
Lin Chuan smiled and walked onto the training ground.
Seeing Lin Chuan take the stage, the referee, the many enshrined and elders of Spirit Hall on the raised platform, and the higher-ups of the Clear Sky Sect could not help being very surprised.
"If I remember correctly, this disciple of the Pope is a healing-type Soul Master, right?"
"A healing-type Soul Master is going to face a Battle Soul Master?"
"Although Tang San's Soul Power Level is one level lower, the gap in combat experience is far too great..."
In the Clear Sky Sect camp.
Tang Hao took some medicine for his injuries, and when he saw that Lin Chuan was actually the one fighting for the other side, a hint of mockery appeared on his face.
Back at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had learned how Lin Chuan had played the hero and saved the beauty Liu Erlong.
But the children he had faced then had not awakened their Soul Power. They were not on the same level as their Xiao San.
Does this Lin Chuan really think he's invincible just because he beat up a few little brats?
Looks like Spirit Hall is in for a crushing defeat this time.
Tang Xiao shook his head as well.
It was simply nonsense.
In his view, what use was sending a healing-type Soul Master onto the stage, other than letting him heal himself after getting hurt and take a few more beatings?
On the raised platform.
Tang Chen was also very surprised.
"Brother Qian, this child is clearly a healing-type Soul Master. By sending him into battle, could it be that you have another trump card hidden away?"
"But no matter what means he has,"
"Against our Xiao San, he's still overestimating himself a little."
Qian Daoliu remained perfectly composed and said with a smile:
"Brother Tang, he's a young man. Let him have a go and get his head bloodied, and only then will he know how vast the world outside is."
Qian Daoliu loved seeing Tang Chen look so certain of victory.
Ever since witnessing Lin Chuan's terrifying talent, he had understood that the boy was no healing-type Soul Master at all; he was merely wearing a healing-type Soul Master's skin.
Golden Crocodile Douluo naturally heard those words too, but he did not believe them for a moment.
He muttered to himself: The Great Enshrined was probably talking about Tang San, not Lin Chuan, wasn't he?
In his view, Qian Daoliu would not have let Lin Chuan fight if he were not confident.
He could not help thinking: Today I can see just what this kid Lin Chuan is made of.
Chrysanthemum Guan and Gui Mei were also very curious and looked toward Lin Chuan.
They had accompanied him all the way on the hunt and to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and knew that His Highness could not be the sort of person to make a move without confidence.
They could not help wondering: How will Lin Chuan defeat Tang San?
Qiangu Feiyun and Jin Kuang, who had been healed by Lin Chuan's Soul Skill, also shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Go, Junior Brother Lin Chuan! Show them how formidable our Spirit Hall is!"
"Junior Brother Lin Chuan, beat that kid flat!"
Because of the treatment, the two had spent more time with Lin Chuan, and knew full well that he was not the little white rabbit he appeared to be.
Bibi Dong put her hands on her hips and said, "You little brat, if you lose, you'll come back and cook for a month."
Qian Xunji transmitted her voice to Lin Chuan, saying, "Chuan'er, your teacher believes you can definitely win."
Lin Chuan nodded.
At the center of the training platform, Tang San looked at Lin Chuan as he came onstage, and a trace of pride and contempt appeared on his face as he said:
"You're no match for me."
"Bibi Dong would be more like it."
He had learned about Lin Chuan beforehand.
Although Lin Chuan's Soul Power was one level higher than expected, so what?
That one level could not change everything.
Hearing those words, Lin Chuan was not annoyed. He said, "Don't be too confident about everything. What if I happen to win?"
Tang San smiled.
The option of losing simply did not exist in his dictionary.
The Tang Sect Secret Arts combined with the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, plus his first Soul Skill and Twin Martial Souls.
Among his peers, even Battle Soul Masters were no match for him, let alone a healing-type Soul Master.
Tang San said categorically, "There is no way you can win."
Lin Chuan blinked and said, "It's good that you're so confident."
He turned toward Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu and said, "Great Enshrined, Senior Tang, since Tang San is so confident..."
"If this is just a spar, even if our Spirit Hall wins this match, Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect will be tied. That would be far too dull."
"If there were no stakes, wouldn't that be a waste of having so many people gathered here today?"
Hearing this, Tang Chen burst out laughing and said:
"Hahaha, interesting, Brother Qian."
"This little grand-disciple of yours has a lot of nerve and a big appetite."
"Brother Qian, what do you say? Let's add a little wager."
Naturally unwilling to be outdone, Qian Daoliu said:
"An ordinary wager would be too dull."
"Let's bet a Soul Bone, then. Not an ordinary one-one over fifty thousand years old."
Everyone present sucked in a cold breath.
Soul Bones over fifty thousand years old were not something one usually saw.
They also knew that even in the entire Clear Sky Sect or Spirit Hall, there were probably no more than ten Soul Bones that old.
Tang Chen was also very surprised.
He had not expected Qian Daoliu to be so confident. He too said boldly, "Since Brother Qian is so generous, our Clear Sky Sect will match it."
Hearing this, everyone present held their breath.
At the Clear Sky Sect.
A trace of delight appeared on Tang Hao's face.
If they won, the Clear Sky Sect would take away a fifty-thousand-year Soul Bone on top of the original prize.
The many disciples also said excitedly:
"A fifty-thousand-year Soul Bone! What a lavish wager!"
"The way I see it, our Clear Sky Sect is getting a Soul Bone for nothing this time."
"With Tang San's terrifying strength, even if his opponent's Soul Power were five levels higher, he might still be no match for him."
Meanwhile, on Spirit Hall's side, seeing that her father was so confident, Qian Xunji was even less willing to be outdone and said:
"Chuan'er, if you win this time, your teacher has another reward for you."
Hearing this, Lin Chuan could not help wondering what reward Qian Xunji had for him.
But for now, he would defeat Tang San first.
Tang San's gaze grew serious as well.
In his view, although his strength far surpassed Lin Chuan's, the fact that Lin Chuan was confident enough to propose a wager meant he definitely had hidden strength.
At the referee's command.
Tang San moved.
He kept the Tang Sect General Principles firmly in mind: even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit.
His feet followed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and in an instant he was like an elusive ghost, leaving several afterimages as he closed the distance. At the same time, his right hand turned jade-colored and struck straight at Lin Chuan.
Tang San once again used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Mysterious Jade Hand together.
Just now, Qing Chen had only managed to dodge that combination by immediately activating his first Soul Skill to increase his speed.
Standing at the edge of the field, Qing Chen asked curiously, "Ancestor Azure Luan, do you think Junior Brother Lin Chuan can dodge it?"
Azure Luan Douluo frowned. "I don't know much about Lin Chuan either."
"But since the Great Enshrined is so confident, I believe he can at least get past this."
Just as Azure Luan Douluo had said.
Just as Tang San's attack was about to reach Lin Chuan, the wings of the Wishing Angel Martial Soul unfurled behind him in an instant.
With a beat of his wings.
Lin Chuan shot straight into the sky, and Tang San's attack missed completely.
Tang San halted and raised his head to look at Lin Chuan, who hung high in the sky, a dumbfounded expression on his face.
From above, Lin Chuan gave Tang San a friendly wave, innocence written all over his face.
One stood in the sky and the other on the ground, staring at each other.
In an instant, the Soul Fighting Arena fell silent.
The Clear Sky Sect erupted at once.
Everyone began talking at once:
"Holy shit, he just flew into the sky?"
"What kind of fighting is that?"
"You can fight like that? How shameless!"
"If you've got guts, come down and face our Clear Sky Sect head-on! What kind of move is hiding in the sky?"
The Clear Sky Sect disciples could not help but curse.