The next to take the field was Yu Mengdi.
As the second strongest of Zhengtian Academy's three Soul Kings in overall ability, her previous battle had directly drained more than half of Huo Yutong's Soul Power, forcing her to leave the field early and leave Ye Wuqing to Beibei and Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin looked at her calmly, recalling the information on the Soul Skills she had revealed in their previous match as he considered his battle plan.
Unexpectedly, Yu Mengdi spoke first this time.
"Zhengtian Academy, Yu Mengdi."
Tang Wulin paused, then instinctively replied,
"Shrek Academy, Tang Wulin."
Yu Mengdi said coldly,
"Xiaolei was only caught off guard by you. Don't think that means you now have the strength to contend with me. You'll be the one who loses this match."
If she had been defeated by Huo Yutong or Dai Yueheng, she would not have had any complaints. After all, they were Soul Emperors; even in defeat, there would have been honor.
But she absolutely could not accept being defeated by a child like Tang Wulin, who appeared to possess only the cultivation of a Soul Grandmaster. That would be far too humiliating.
Tang Wulin twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly and nodded.
"Oh."
Yu Mengdi got angry.
"That's your reaction?"
"..."
What reaction do you want from me?
Tang Wulin very much wanted to retort like that, but he suppressed the urge and silently retreated to the edge of the arena.
He knew that the more attention people like this received, the more excited they became.
Matches were fought with fists, not with words. Yu Mengdi saying she could win did not mean she would definitely win. The louder she bragged now, the more of a clown she would look when she got beaten off the