"Hmph~" Cain sneered coldly.
It was a move to establish dominance on behalf of the Mingyu Sect.
His gaze grew colder and colder.
As a wave of shocked cries erupted from the audience, Cain's figure had already vanished. In the next moment, sharp blood-red claws, like blades, slashed across Tang San's neck.
"This physique…"
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply.
He wiped the blood on his cheek, waves of shock surging violently in his heart.
Impossible!
The Mingyu Sect was affiliated with the Sun-Moon Empire.
It was said this Mingyu Sect team appeared in the Battle of Mingdu four years ago, and even then, they had Soul Emperor-level strength—definitely not to be underestimated. But to reach the level of a Titled Douluo in just four years?!
How is that possible?!!
Cain's attacks did not let up.
Like a streak of blood, he repeatedly shredded Tang San's robes.
His injuries were deep to the bone.
"Eight Spider Lances!" Tang San shouted coldly.
"Puchi!"
As his clothes tore, eight sharp blades emerged from his back, emitting a thick, blood-red aura tinged with Shura's divine sense.
At the same time—
Nine soul rings slowly rose beneath his feet.
"Hmph."
Cain sneered again.
Nine soul rings also rose beneath him, not to be outdone.
"Woah!!!"
Tens of thousands of spectators erupted in astonishment.
All the academy representatives' expressions changed.
Two figures—one red, one purple—stared at each other from afar,splitting the entire battlefield into two clearly distinct zones of color.
"How can this be?!! Two Titled Douluo?!"
An elderly man with graying hair—also a teacher leading one of the academy teams—spoke in shock, his voice dazed.
What kind of existence is the Mingyu Sect to have a Titled Douluo?!Meanwhile, the prestige of the Haotian Sect was laid bare for all to see.
Everyone had thought it was already absurd that one of their official team members was at the Soul Sage level—but now their team captain… turned out to be a Titled Douluo!!!
Moreover, the soul ring configurations of both sides—
were almost entirely black, with the last four being a deep crimson red!
Eight hundred-thousand-year soul rings—the oppressive aura was so overwhelming that it suffocated the civilians in the stands, turning their faces pale!
"Are Titled Douluo just common now?" another academy team leader muttered blankly.
After all, among all the team leaders, the strongest were barely Soul Douluo, with even Soul Sages being somewhat common.
But these two academy leaders… how could this be?!
Before anyone could recover from their shock—
The two figures in the arena became nearly impossible to track with the naked eye. Only flickers of red and blue light could be seen colliding, their terrifying power causing the entire battlefield to tremble.
Even the suspended arena—an advanced level-9 soul tool—was barely able to contain the destructive force of their clash.
"Puchi~!"
Tang San lifted his arm in shock. The Eight Spider Lances guarded his body, and thick layers of Blue Silver Grass formed a barrier in front of him—yet Cain still broke through his defenses, rushing in close.
Did he really have to use the Sea God Trident?He gritted his teeth.
He was unwilling.
Damn it—this was only the elimination round, and he was already forced to use his trump card?
What's the point of even continuing then?
Could Cain really be the Sun-Moon Empire's ultimate secret weapon?
…That would at least make some sense. If he could just defeat Cain and eliminate the Mingyu Sect, then Haotian Sect's path would be secure.
"Heh, one-minute countdown—only three seconds left. If you don't save them now, then…" Tang San smirked.
He suddenly remembered the few Mingyu Sect disciples still hanging in the air.
Even if he and Cain were evenly matched, with them wrapped in his Blue Silver Grass, no matter how fast she was, there was no way she could save them before he struck.
"I concede!"
Cain sneered and suddenly raised his hand.
(End of Chapter)