Chapter 354

Ah ah ah ah—

Tang Dai roared, trying to break free, but at some point a water dragon had already coiled around him, rendering him immobile.

When the hurricane from the Wind King Violent Dragon Roll subsided, Tang Dai's body was already covered in wounds.

His whole body trembled, obviously badly injured.

Seeing him like that, Tang Wulin showed an elegant, easygoing smile just like Bei Bei's.

"You just gave me a slash; now I'll return the favor."

Then he leapt up on the spot and kicked out.

A cyan wind-attribute slash appeared with his motion, instantly striking Tang Dai, who had stopped on the spot to catch his breath.

"Stop!"

Zheng Zhan seemed to have just realized it, and belatedly shouted.

But it was already too late; the cyan slash landed on Tang Dai's body, cleaving him in half.

With a clang, Tang Dai's body fell onto the competition platform, also symbolizing that three Evil Soul Masters had died at Tang Wulin's hands.

Zheng Zhan's mouth corner imperceptibly twitched up, then he angrily said to Tang Wulin, "Didn't I tell you to stop?"

Tang Wulin twitched the corner of his mouth, scratched his head, and apologetically said:

"Sorry, I didn't expect him to be so fragile."

He noticed Zheng Zhan's fleeting smile just now.

I never expected the referee in this match to be a teammate.

"Hmph, don't let it happen again!"

Zheng Zhan turned away and announced:

"The winner of this match is Tang Wulin of the Tang Sect."

Instantly, a huge cheer echoed throughout the plaza.

Although the Tang Sect is an enemy nation's team, and Tang Wulin is even the captain of that enemy team, at this moment he appeared like a national hero.

Xu Tianran furrowed his brows, suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation.

He allowed the Holy Spirit Sect to participate in this tournament mainly to let the populace acclimate in advance, thereby reducing future riots when cooperating with the Holy Spirit Sect.

But looking at the current reaction, if we continue letting the Holy Spirit Sect perform, it will provoke public discontent.

He turned his head and said to Zhongli Wu, "National Teacher, just one more match and this tournament will end; let your people concede."

Zhongli Wu silently nodded, his lips moving slightly as if saying something.

In the Holy Spirit Sect's athlete section, Feng Ling lightly nodded and said to the sect's team leader Yan Feng, "The sect master has ordered: you go up next, do your best to kill the opponent; if the situation turns unfavorable, don't force it—just concede. After you finish this match, we will concede."

"Understood."

Yan Feng nodded, then stepped onto the competition platform.

Tang Wulin was standing on the platform waiting for his opponent to go up when he suddenly heard Huo Yutong's voice.

"The Holy Spirit Sect plans to concede after this match, and this opponent will likely concede if they sense something's off."

"... I see."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Tang Wulin's eyes.

Are they just going to concede like that?

It's a pity; he wanted to wipe out all seven of the opponent's Evil Soul Masters. But that's probably impossible—defeating three Soul Emperor-level Evil Soul Masters is already not bad. He believes that just the deaths of these three genius Evil Soul Masters could save at least tens of thousands of lives in the future.

His next task is to kill this Soul Saint-level Evil Soul Master right here on the platform.

"Holy Spirit Sect captain, Yan Feng."

Yan Feng's build differed from the previous Evil Soul Masters; he looked quite again, but his aura was the coldest, giving Tang Wulin an instinctive strong dislike.

Zheng Zhan, who was even closer, felt similarly; he furrowed his brows and said, "Match start."

As his words fell, a ring of icy-blue light flared beneath Yan Feng's feet, accompanying the emergence of his soul rings, expanding outward ring by ring, while his body visibly grew stronger, large patches of dragon scales bursting from his skin and tearing through his black cloak.

He could basically be considered the most human-like Evil Soul Master Tang Wulin has seen in today's match, yet Tang Wulin didn't dare be careless, for seven soul rings rose from around him.

Soul Saint-level Evil Soul Master! As an Evil Soul Master, his combat power is definitely stronger than that of an ordinary soul master of the same rank; perhaps his strength could even rival Long Aotian's.

But upon seeing the dragon scales on his body, Tang Wulin blinked and revealed a playful smile.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he began to charge forward.

The spectators couldn't help but widen their eyes.

In his impression, this was the first time Tang Wulin had actively approached an enemy.

His speed was great, even comparable to that of a Soul Emperor-level agility-attack soul master; in the blink of an eye he stood before Yan Feng.

Yan Feng let out a cold snort, and his first and third soul rings lit up together.

His body instantly doubled in size, a pair of huge dragon wings sprouting from his back; see, he swung his right hand, and a bone-made dragon tail followed his motion, whipping toward Tang Wulin.

Without Huo Yutong saying it, Tang Wulin also realized Yan Feng's martial soul.

Bone Dragon, one of the top-tier Evil Soul Master martial souls.

The two soul skills he just used are called Dragon Transformation and Dragon Metamorphosis; Dragon Transformation makes his body more like a bone dragon, while Dragon Metamorphosis uses his power to conjure a bone dragon's body out of thin air.

The huge dragon tail swept toward him, but Tang Wulin's expression didn't change; he extended his left hand, and a fire dragon flew out sideways, also lashing its tail, colliding head-on with Yan Feng's attack.

With a bang, a strong shockwave spread; the yin-evil and scorching breaths pressed against each other, and ultimately the Fire Dragon King's power prevailed, pressing Yan Feng back two steps.

But he wasn't afraid at all; instead, he grew even more excited.

From the Fire Dragon King's body, he sensed an extremely overbearing dragon bloodline; he judged that if he could successfully turn this red dragon into a vengeful spirit and make it his own, he could even become a Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Sect in one leap, possibly even succeeding the sect master in the future.

This temptation for him is not small.

Tang Wulin didn't pause; seizing the moment Yan Feng was repelled, he clasped his hands, and red-blue-gold three-colored light swiftly enveloped the entire competition platform—the very Water Fire Frenzied Dragon Banquet he had used two days prior.

Having borne the full force of the Water Fire Frenzied Dragon Banquet head-on, Yan Feng finally truly understood why Long Aotian had lost so miserably back then, and even failed to inflict any injury on Tang Wulin.

The power of this domain is truly outrageous.

Yan Feng revealed a ferocious expression, he raised his head and let out a dragon's roar.

Then, the seventh soul ring lit up, his body suddenly swelled, becoming so huge it blotted out the sky and sun.

A gigantic bone dragon appeared on the competition stage, its mighty aura causing all spectators to involuntarily hold their breath.

But they did not feel despair; instead, they looked toward Tang Wulin with hope.

This handsome young man had already demonstrated his strength multiple times.

They believed he could defeat his opponent once again.

(End of chapter)