Another flawless victory.
Zheng Zhan glanced thoughtfully at Tang Wulin. For some reason, he felt that Tang Wulin's combat power had grown stronger than before.
Naturally, this was an illusion. Tang Wulin's combat power had not changed; the greatest difference was that he was finally no longer holding back in this match.
In the previous matches, in order to avoid injuring his opponents too severely, Tang Wulin would generally restrain the power of his soul skills, lest he accidentally kill them.
But in this battle, he no longer had to hold himself back. With full firepower, he naturally seemed much stronger.
Another person had clearly died, yet the spectators still found it difficult to feel any disgust toward Tang Wulin.
Everyone had seen Lu Genggeng's revolting appearance after releasing his Martial Soul. People were visual creatures; in their eyes, this match was a handsome hero passing judgment on an evil monster. Far from feeling repulsed, Tang Wulin's popularity had even risen further.
Tang Wulin once again took out a Sealed Milk Bottle and began absorbing from it, not even sparing the Holy Spirit Sect a glance.
To him, those people were nothing but corpses. There was no need to pay them any attention.
On the main stage, Xu Tianran asked Zhong Liwu, "Imperial Advisor, how about we concede? That contestant named Tang Wulin seems far stronger than your sect's geniuses. Continuing would only bring more casualties."
However, Zhong Liwu shook his head.
"No. I heard that this boy is a disciple of Dragon God Douluo Mu En. If sacrificing a few juniors can get us intelligence on him, I think it is worth it."
When he mentioned Mu En, a trace of barely perceptible wariness flashed through his eyes, only to turn into viciousness the next moment.
"Very well, then."