Chapter 48: The Lan Sisters

If a single occurrence can be explained as a coincidence, then two occurrences are clearly not accidental, especially since Tang Wulin's team's second swift victory was over one of only two Soul Elder teams in the entire grade—a seed contestant among seed contestants. In an instant, the squad's reputation spread throughout the whole first year.

The result was that over the next three days Tang Wulin and his group fought unusually easily; when they realized the opponent was themselves, every opponent without exception chose to put up a token resistance twice and then give up.

After all, these days had not yet reached the elimination stage; losing once did not affect passing the assessment. Compared to exhausting themselves fighting Tang Wulin's team and still losing, it was better to conserve strength and prepare for the next match.

Thus Tang Wulin's team easily achieved ten straight victories, while the Ning Tian team came second with eight wins.

The round‑robin stage ended, and the upcoming elimination round would undoubtedly be far more intense, for losing in the elimination round means there truly is no next match.

In the first elimination match Tang Wulin's team still secured a crushing victory, but in the second match, an unexpected event occurred.

"Boss, look, it's a pair of twin sisters."

Zhou Sichen excitedly shook Tang Wulin's body, pointing at the three students opposite.

Tang Wulin said helplessly:

"Don't point at others with your finger; that's very impolite."

He said that, and indeed both he and Huo Yutong couldn't help glancing at each other a couple more times.

Twin pairs are eye‑catching wherever they are, regardless of gender, and these twins happen to be very beautiful young women.

Before the referee could announce, the burly male student leading the opposite team walked over, laughing heartily: "Tang Wulin's team, right? I heard you easily defeated the Soul Elder team; these past few days you've been the talk of everyone."

Confidence shone in his eyes.

"But your winning streak ends here; we'll shatter your legend, so be mentally prepared!"

"Ha," Zhou Sichen sneered, flipping the middle finger at the boy, "You know? The Soul Elder team we faced back then had a guy named Wu Feng who was just as reckless as you. Guess what? Not only did they lose to us, they also fell in a later match because of the injury our leader caused. I think"

"Hm, then let's wait and see. Remember, my name is Huang Chutian."

Huang Chutian hummed and stepped back beside the twins.

Tang Wulin looked at his silhouette and said to Zhou Sichen:

"Zhou Sichen, don't be careless. Since this guy managed to reach this rank, he's not a fool; his confidence must have a basis. Their squad definitely has means to match a Soul Elder."

"I understand."

Seeing Zhou Sichen nod, Tang Wulin said nothing more.

During this period he had grown increasingly familiar with Zhou Sichen; the guy seemed carefree and joking, but if he truly were as heartless as he pretended, he would certainly receive a harsh lesson.

"Both sides state their names."

"Tang Wulin."

"Huo Yutong."

"Zhou Sichen."

"Huang Chutian."

"Lan Luoluo."

"Lan Susu."

Because of the pre‑match conversation, the two teams were bristling with tension; they said nothing more and simply announced their names, ending the exchange.

Thus—

"The match begins!"

As soon as the referee's voice faded, Huang Chutian and Tang Wulin lunged at each other. While charging forward, Huang Chutian unleashed his martial soul, his body swelling rapidly, nearly tearing his school uniform.

Moreover, his first soul ring lit up; his already muscular hands instantly grew even larger, and visually a single hand could crush Tang Wulin's head.

Tang Wulin's expression remained unchanged, but golden light swirled on his hand as golden scales quickly surfaced.

Like in previous battles, the first clash on the field was initiated by Tang Wulin.

"Dong!"

A deafening boom rang across the arena as Tang Wulin and Huang Chutian exchanged a heavy punch.

Their fists collided with the sound of blunt weapons striking, and in an instant Huang Chutian's expression changed.

The next second, a "ka‑cha" sound rang out as Huang Chutian was knocked backward, while Tang Wulin merely paused.

Moreover, Huang Chutian stared in horror at his right hand that had just squared off with Tang Wulin's; after just one exchange, the hand dislocated under the massive impact! His martial soul is the mighty Power Ape, renowned for strength—among peers a top‑tier, and after employing his first soul skill his power nearly reached Soul Elder level. Yet he was overpowered by Tang Wulin in sheer strength; does this kid really only have one soul ring?

Tang Wulin ignored whatever he thought, stepped forward, closed the gap with Huang Chutian, and mercilessly raised his hand again.

That punch eliminated him!

At that critical moment, Lan Luoluo and Lan Susu's support finally arrived; both of their martial souls were hair, which, as Tang Wulin knows, should be the same type as Huo Yutong's—a form of primary martial soul.

Long strands of hair formed a net, shielding Tang Wulin.

The combined soul skill of the two great soul masters could not be completely ignored even by Tang Wulin.

Yet his hand made no adjustment; he did exactly what he intended.

He trusted his teammates.

Just before the hair net could envelop Tang Wulin, a tiger ablaze with flames lunged, smashing the net to the ground.

Obviously, hair, like grass, has little fire resistance and ignited in an instant, so the Lan sisters hurried to sever the link between the hair and the net.

Their control was interrupted by Zhou Sichen, and Huang Chutian's situation suddenly became perilous; as Tang Wulin's fist was about to swing down, his complexion turned grim.

To avoid elimination, he disregarded the pain in his right hand, clasped his hands together, the second soul ring flashed, and a solid yellow orb rapidly condensed, ready to fire at Tang Wulin's chest.

However, the moment he acted, his mind went hazy; when he recovered, his second soul skill had already shot off in a wildly wrong direction.

"Damn…"

All the words condensed into a single phrase as Huang Chutian's cheek met Tang Wulin's fist in an intimate clash, sending him flying out just like several of his seniors.

The referee beside them wore a numb expression.

He had grown almost sick of this scene over the past few days; whenever Tang Wulin fought, in under ten seconds someone would inevitably be blasted away like this.

Moreover, the kid targets the face, practically a nose‑bridge crusher.

Looks like this round will end just like that…

The referee had just thought of this, and his expression changed instantly.

In his sight, Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo embraced each other intimately, their hair intertwined.

A surge of immensely powerful soul power swept across the whole venue.

(End of chapter)