Seven days passed in a flash.
During these seven days, the Soul Master Competition ranking matches had officially begun.
Unlike the round-robin matches where there were battles every day,
the ranking matches were held every three days, with a total of six battles, progressing from sixty-four to thirty-two, then to sixteen, to eight, to four, until the semi-finals and finals.
Including those who had already been eliminated, they would later enter the loser's bracket and continue to compete with other eliminated teams, with a total of six matches in the entire competition.
In addition, the venue was set in Spirit City, and all contestants had to go to the site to participate.
However, although the battle location was still in virtual Space,
the competition content would be presented on the square in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace using a holographic-like technology, and there would also be spectators watching live.
The process and battle methods for individual matches were the same as for team matches.
In the past two matches, one team and one individual, Tang San had lost both.
In the team match, they were unlucky enough to draw Five Elements Academy again. This time, Water Bing'er stood in the back and didn't move, and the vice-captain Huo Wu appeared instead.
But the result was still the same, they were completely ravaged and brutally abused. An Endless Fire Domain domain skill directly burned the Shrek team to tears.
The individual match was even more miserable. In the first match, he faced the ultimate boss Gu Yuena, who was an absolute favorite to win the championship.
In just one encounter, Xiao Sanzi didn't even have time to move, and didn't even know what happened, before the referee announced his defeat.
After the two matches, disregarding the shame and pain of defeat,
Tang San immediately hid in his hotel room and used his Mental Force to trigger the God of Extreme Evil mark on his forehead, preparing to start another Godhood Test.
Each trial required forty-eight consecutive hours, and regardless of the outcome, it would take at least a day to recover his spirit after it was over.
Otherwise, in that state of being completely broken, with his consciousness completely collapsed, he would not be able to appear in the battle normally.
Fortunately, the ranking match schedule was once every three days, which was relatively relaxed.
Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to participate in the competition for a period of time, let alone achieve any results.
The God of Extreme Evil didn't care about your Soul Master Competition. If the latest time came and you hadn't entered the assessment, it would directly take your soul and force you to take the test.
It was still the familiar torture chamber,
like a special factory's custom-made factory building, the Space was huge and extremely empty, and the height of the roof from the ground exceeded fifty meters.
It was enough to satisfy any crazy operation and all kinds of strange equipment and utensils.
Tang San's soul appeared out of thin air in the center of the room,
and soon, Tuan Zang's sinister and gloomy figure wrapped in bandages also quietly entered from the door.
In order to suffer as little as possible,
the moment the two met, Little Sanzi immediately started cursing.
All kinds of insulting words, unbearable and unspeakable sentences, poured out of his mouth like beans from a bamboo tube.
In the past few days, he had painstakingly and painstakingly thought of many strategies, and deliberately strengthened this kind of special vocabulary.
He sprayed so much that Tuan Zang was a little dazed, and stood there with a face full of disbelief.
However, the dazed Tuan Zang made Tang San even more proud.
Thinking that he had finally guessed the truth and found the password to get rich,
he felt that it was useless to respect, fawn, or lick such a pervert. He had to curse, stimulate, and insult, and the more ruthless and exaggerated the degree, the more the other party would enjoy and be happy.
He immediately became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and immediately burst out all the things he hadn't dared to say just now because he was trying to test the waters.
Of course, he felt very happy in his heart.
He had been tortured so badly last time, and after the torture, he had the cheek to go up and flatter him. He had long wanted to avenge his shame and relieve the hatred in his chest.
Now, he had finally taken revenge, even if it was only less than one ten-thousandth of it.
However, as he cursed, Tang San suddenly felt a jolt all over his body, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.
The examiner on the opposite side did laugh, but how could there be any enjoyment in that smile?
Instead, it was full of intense sinister, ferocity? And a hint of different interest?
Sure enough, when he stopped, Tuan Zang snapped his fingers again,
and in Tang San's extremely horrified expression, he said in a clearly sarcastic tone:
"Good, very good, you are very good, enjoy it, this time the reception will definitely make you extremely satisfied."
With that said, the wooden donkey that had brought great shadows, fear, and pain to Xiao Sanzi nine days ago appeared on the ground again.
Seeing this thing,
Bing Qing Yu Jie's entire soul trembled violently, forgetting all about the need to avoid negative emotions during the Godhood Test, and his heart was instantly shrouded in extreme fear.
Just as he wanted to beg for mercy,
he found that he couldn't even open his mouth, and even the control of his body was no longer there, and he couldn't manipulate even a single finger.
He could only watch himself with a face full of despair, aiming at the huge pointed cone full of barbs and reverse blades,
sitting on it little by little, sitting in it, and finally being pulled by the iron chain to slowly rotate.
It was another full forty-eight hours,
Tuan Zang pulled out all the nails in Tang San's fingers, palms, wrists, toes, and every joint, all kinds of knives on his body, and the heavy mace in his chrysanthemum one by one.
Then, after all the torture instruments in the room disappeared, he walked expressionlessly and silently towards the door.
On the ground, Xiao Sanzi ignored the inhuman torture he had just suffered,
and the moment he regained his freedom of action, he forcibly endured the extreme exhaustion and trembling of his soul, and hurriedly knelt down obediently and apologized:
"Examiner, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Xiao San was wrong…
I beg you, please tell me what I should do."
The severity of this punishment was obviously much more exaggerated and unbearable than the last time.
No longer only those ordinary physical tortures, but also added other stimulation items such as feeling extreme cold, extreme heat, extreme acid, extreme spiciness, and the ultimate stench.
When ordinary senses and tastes, smells, etc., are increased by tens of thousands of times in intensity, that kind of taste makes even the wooden donkey look a little cute in comparison.
Extreme cold is absolute zero, extreme heat can quickly soar to tens of thousands of degrees, extreme acid is equivalent to every cell in the body being soaked in a liquid with tens of thousands of times the acidity of lemon.
Each one can make people wish they were dead, and it's worse than death.
It raised the limit of what he originally thought was the most extreme pain by several degrees.
Now I don't know if the next time will be more cruel, and whether new items and methods will continue to appear.
Even if not, he must win back the examiner's heart,
it is better to pass such a test as soon as possible, otherwise, thinking about coming here every nine days for the rest of his life, he feels that living is meaningless.
However, in Tang San's infinite desire,
Tuan Zang didn't even mean to turn his head back.
His footsteps continued to move forward firmly, turning a deaf ear to his pleas for mercy, until he completely disappeared outside the door.