Chapter 206 Qian Renxue: Pope, what are you going to do?
"Have you had enough trouble?"
As the voice fell, Tang San, who had just turned two and a half circles, was shocked to find that the wooden dragon had limited his range of movement by circling and shrinking.
Tang San was shocked, his eyes quickly scanned, and then jumped up, stepped on the wooden dragon's body left and right to fly into the sky, and at the same time, his body rotated again, adding the power of the chaotic cloak.
But it was too late.
The height of twenty or thirty meters was not flat ground. He only jumped up five or six meters and found that the wooden dragon had limited his range of movement to a position that could accommodate two people, and the wooden dragon was still circling and shrinking.
"Chaos, cloak, wind!" Tang San's face was unprecedentedly solemn, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He no longer struggled to accumulate power, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly smashed towards the wooden dragon's body.
"Psycho, who would wait for you to gather strength?"
Li Xun, who was standing on the dragon's head, narrowed his eyes when he saw this. He raised his foot and tapped the dragon's head again. The wooden dragon's spiraling and shrinking speed increased again. Tang San's hammer had just been swung out halfway, and before the power was fully displayed, it was entangled by the wooden dragon's body.
The Clear Sky Hammer collided with the wooden dragon, but because the hammer was not swung up and hit out, it did not cause any substantial damage to the wooden dragon.
Tang San felt the strength of the wooden dragon's body entangled, and his back was instantly wet with cold sweat. He found that no matter whether he used hidden weapons or the Eight Spider Lance, it was impossible to get away safely from such a huge monster.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
But Li Xun would not give him time to think. Just when Tang San was stunned, the wooden dragon shrank again, and then a shrill scream came from inside the wooden dragon.
"We admit defeat, we admit defeat!"
Yu Xiaogang saw that the situation was urgent, stood up and shouted loudly. Seeing that Roxen, the referee, was very slow and unwilling to announce the result, he quickly looked at Bibi Dong.
Although the two had some unpleasantness recently, this was still his disciple after all. Yu Xiaogang would never allow Tang San, who carried his hopes, to be injured or die here.
"Li Xun, stop it! You have already won, don't violate the rules of the Soul Master Competition." Bibi Dong saw that Tang San was defeated so quickly, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes. Then she noticed Yu Xiaogang's gaze and sighed softly.
"I'm sorry, it's mainly because this opponent is too strong. I have to take it seriously. I didn't expect that he couldn't do any effective resistance." Seeing Bibi Dong speak, Li Xun smiled at Bibi Dong and said.
Then he controlled the wooden dragon to release the bloody Tang San, and he was gently placed on the ground by the dragon head.
Qian Renxue looked at Yu Xiaogang, anger gradually rising in her heart, and suddenly turned her head to look at Bibi Dong: "When will it be the noble pope's turn to act as a referee? Do you know that Tang San is a disciple of the Haotian Sect and want to catch him alive?"
Bibi Dong's face turned cold, and her hand holding the chair tightened, but she thought that this was a competition field and suppressed her anger: "Why didn't you, the referee of the Tiandou Empire, say anything? Do you want to deliberately murder the students during the competition?"
"From the outside, you can't see the situation inside. How can the referee accurately judge whether the opponent has the ability to resist? What if Tang San inside takes advantage of Li Xun's slackness and attacks from behind?"
Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong with a sneer on her face: "I don't know what the pope wants to do next? Let Tang San leave or keep him?"
Just as Qian Renxue forced Bibi Dong to make a decision, there was an uproar in the audience.
Everyone present did not expect that the battle between the two peerless geniuses would end in a crushing way. Looking at Tang San, who was limp in Yu Xiaogang's arms, everyone felt incredible.
That was the Clear Sky Hammer with four ten thousand year spirit rings attached to it! That was the number one weapon spirit on the continent! Why did it feel like they couldn't even resist?
They knew that sometimes huge size was an advantage, and they had also thought about how much damage the wood dragon could cause, but wasn't this too fast? At least let them see the legendary chaotic cloak hammer method! Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo smiled and nodded when they saw Li Xun won the game.
When they saw Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer had four ten thousand year soul rings, they were also full of worries, but they didn't show it. It wasn't
until Li Xun won easily that they realized that, yes, there are differences in ten thousand year soul rings.
Although Tang San and Li Xun both have twin martial spirits, the former's first martial spirit's soul ring has been attached to the current upper limit, which means that his physical fitness will definitely not be able to choose a ten thousand year soul ring with too high an age for the second martial spirit.
After all, when attaching a soul ring to the second soul ring, if the physical fitness is too poor, one may explode and die if not careful.
Ning Fengzhi and the others know the age of Li Xun's soul ring better than anyone else. Even the last ring of some Soul Douluo and Title Douluo cannot reach the level of Li Xun's current fifth soul ring.
If Tang San is equal to or exceeds Li Xun in level, he may still be able to fight Li Xun with the number of soul rings, but at a lower level, there is absolutely no chance of fighting back.
"The game will be suspended for a moment. Elder Ju, go and bring Tang San over."
Just as Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo were delighted, Bibi Dong, who was on Qian Renxue's right hand, spoke lightly, perhaps under the pressure of her daughter.
As the words fell, the stadium was silent for a moment, and then began to buzz. The audience began to discuss the current situation, and some people who had already reacted hurriedly explained the feud between the Spirit Hall and the Haotian Sect.
Ju Douluo bowed, and then quickly walked towards Yu Xiaogang who was holding Tang San off the court.
"Silence!" Bibi Dong frowned, and used her soul power to spread her voice throughout the stadium: "More than a decade ago, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall died because of Tang Hao. I suspect that this Tang San is his son. This involves the feud between the two forces and has nothing to do with the game. The promotion game will be held as usual after the end."
As Bibi Dong spoke, the commotion in the stadium subsided.
After all, the Spirit Hall is now the number one power on the continent. Although the Clear Sky Sect still has a great reputation, its deterrent power has long since become a thing of the past after years of seclusion.
"How dare you touch my son?"
Just as Ju Douluo was about to approach Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, a deep and deep voice rang in the ears of everyone present, just like shouting and echoing on the top of the mountains.
Yu Xiaogang was delighted to hear this familiar voice. Tang San, who was seriously injured and paralyzed, half-closed his eyes and was about to faint, felt bitter in his heart, and two lines of clear tears slowly fell: "Father."
As this deep voice exploded in the air, Ju Douluo felt his body being blasted away like a cannonball before he could react.
Then, a dark figure appeared silently and quietly floated in the air above the promotion match.
It was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties with a sallow face. The man was tall and burly, but a little unkempt. He was too lazy to repair the damage on his worn-out robe, and his hair and beard seemed to have not been repaired and washed for a long time, messy and dirty.
"Tang Hao!!" Bibi Dong shouted at him and stood up from his chair. Her face showed that she was determined to fight Tang Hao.