The Martial Soul Team's victory sent waves of cheers through the arena.
This tournament was the highest quality edition of the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament.
Even so, the Martial Soul Team remained the brightest star.
The power Tang San unleashed was no less than that of a Soul Sage.
Even that strange Buddha statue's terrifying might sent chills down the spines of the high-ranking soul masters present.
But so what? The saintess of the Martial Soul Team, Qian Renxue, defeated her opponent with absolute dominance.
The so-called notion that each generation's Clear Sky Hammer crushes the Angel? Mere rumors.
The matter of Pope Qian Xunji being beaten like a dog by Tang Hao? That was just the former Pope's incompetence, not a failing of the Six-Winged Angel.
Didn't you see this match?
This was the true power of a divine martial soul, the Six-Winged Angel, the faith of the continent, the symbol of the sacred Martial Soul Hall.
Unlike the excited mood of the audience, the Shrek Team was different.
Including their teachers, their eyes were dull, as if they had lost their light.
"We lost." Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in disbelief. "Why? Why would the Clear Sky Hammer lose to the Angel Martial Soul? This shouldn't happen. This isn't how my script was written!"
Even with a divine weapon boosting his strength, Tang San couldn't replicate the great deeds of his idol, Tang Hao?
"Third Brother…" Xiao Wu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Tang San lying on the ground tugged at her heart, her legs too stiff to move.
Tang Chen was the first to notice Tang San's condition, immediately descending to the arena and carrying him back to the rest area.
As the servant of the Asura God, Tang Chen quickly assessed Tang San's dire physical state through soul power and residual divine energy.
"Was it caused by that move just now?"
The Buddha statue, glowing with holy light and exuding terrifying pressure, was far beyond Tang San's current capabilities.
Tang San's condition had nearly drained all his soul power and mental energy.
Yet even so, he couldn't harm Qian Renxue in the slightest.
"The age and strength gap is too wide. If Tang San were the same age as Qian Renxue, he might not lose."
"He's at a disadvantage due to his youth and low soul power!"
If they were both twenty-three, with Tang Chen's guidance, Tang San's strength would at least be at the Soul Sage level, if not Soul Douluo.
In that case, with the divine weapon, he might have had a good chance of winning against Qian Renxue, instead of being in this state.
"I hope this match doesn't leave any shadows in his heart!" Seeing Bo Saixi approach, Tang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
The High Priestess of Sea God Island, the servant of the Sea God, beloved by the boundless ocean.
Even though she wasn't a healing soul master, she possessed strong healing abilities.
Under Bo Saixi's treatment, Tang San's deathly pale face, drained of vitality, began to recover, though it would take a long time for him to awaken.
"Little monsters, don't be discouraged. You've already done very well," Tang Chen said, offering rare words of comfort.
"You lost this match due to age. If you were the same age as them, you wouldn't necessarily lose."
"You still have a future. Regroup for the next tournament, and victory will be yours."
"Sigh…" Oscar let out a sigh. "Our initial goal was the hundred-thousand-year soul bone, and those six ten-thousand-year soul bones."
"Now we can only take third place. It's really depressing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Oscar's head was flicked.
"Ouch! What was that for, Dean Flender?"
Flender glanced at Oscar and said, "Third place is pretty good. Did you think the Soul Master Tournament was child's play?"
"Even third place means you're among the strongest of the continent's younger generation."
"But we didn't win the championship!" Ma Hongjun reminded.
"That was always meant to be bait for Martial Soul Hall. Did you really think they'd put a hundred-thousand-year soul bone up for grabs without absolute confidence?"
Zhao Wuji chimed in. Even with his straightforward mind, seeing Qian Renxue's strength, he knew Martial Soul Hall intended to use them as green leaves to highlight their red flower.
Even if everyone knew it was an open scheme, there was nothing they could do.
It was a matter of strength. Could you say Qian Renxue's Soul Douluo status was fake? An 85-level Soul Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, possibly even soul bones—such terrifying talent and strength. Who else on the continent could match that?
Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan wasn't this extravagant.
Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shocked the world, but she was just a support soul master! No matter how many buffs she stacked, she was still support. She couldn't exactly smash people with her pagoda.
Moreover, Tang San's current strength was definitely beyond Ning Rongrong's, and even Dugu Yan wouldn't stand a chance against him.
Yet despite giving it everything, he had no chance of winning.
How could they keep playing? Martial Soul Hall might as well play by themselves.
Pope Bibi Dong stepped onto the arena, announcing that the finals would be held in five days.
Martial Soul Hall Academy vs. Glazed Academy.
After the Pope announced the tournament schedule, the Shrek Team was the first to leave the venue.
Meanwhile, on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's side, or rather, the Glazed Team…
"Truly incredible!" Ning Rongrong chuckled lightly. "Qian Renxue is so cautious."
In the match just now, Ning Rongrong had seen everything clearly.
Tang San's "Guanyin's Tears" had indeed broken through Qian Renxue's defense.
But only the first layer. After her soul power was neutralized, Qian Renxue immediately activated her soul bones.
Judging by their resonance, it was likely a full set of soul bones, similar to Xue Ke's.
No, Xue Ke's soul bones couldn't compare to Qian Renxue's.
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but inwardly scoff:
"Is Martial Soul Hall so desperate to keep that hundred-thousand-year soul bone?"
"Heh, interesting!"
Through the glass of the VIP room, Ning Rongrong gazed at where Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue stood.
"Let me see, then, the so-called number one talent of the continent."
Seeing Ning Rongrong's delighted smile, Dugu Yan was somewhat surprised. "Rongrong, what are you laughing at?"
"Oh, I'm laughing at how stingy Martial Soul Hall is."
"Huh?"
"Look, for one hundred-thousand-year soul bone, they sent a Soul Douluo to guard it, like fighting a big boss in a game."
Dugu Yan: "…"
I really can't follow your train of thought.
"What do we do next?" Shui Bing'er approached Ning Rongrong, her voice tinged with worry.
Their opponent was a Soul Douluo! And not just any Soul Douluo, by the looks of it.
When her grandmother hadn't broken through, she'd probably be taken down by Qian Renxue in a few strikes.
"No need to worry too much," Ning Rongrong said with a slight smile. "You all just focus on eliminating the others. Leave Qian Renxue to me and Dugu Yan."
"Is that really okay?" Shui Bing'er was still concerned. "Qian Renxue's strength might surpass even typical Soul Douluos of the same level."
Even someone as powerful as Tang San wasn't a match for Qian Renxue.
What about the rest of them…