Tang San turned toward the source of the voice—naturally, it was the Sect Elder of the Elephant Armor Sect.
Huyan Ning hoisted his unconscious disciple onto his shoulder and said, "No need for your trouble. Our Elephant Armor Sect will tend to our own."
Tang San replied calmly, "You should understand this isn't just a simple injury. If the side effects of the drug aren't promptly neutralized, it may damage his foundation. His future cultivation could stagnate."
From the memory images recorded in the Soul Guidance Device, he knew that while the Bloodthirsty Pill could temporarily boost combat power in emergencies, its effects were akin to poison—forcibly stimulating the body to enhance internal energy.
Huyan Ning merely glanced at Tang San without a word before carrying his disciple out of the Soul Duel Arena.
"Another casualty of sect rivalry," Tang San sighed, shaking his head. Since they refused assistance, he wouldn't intervene.
His gaze then shifted to a corner of the arena where the black-robed figure from Spirit Hall had been stationed—now conspicuously absent.
"How ungrateful. The Young Master kindly invited the Yang family head to provide medical aid, yet they show no appreciation," Feng Yang grumbled.
Of course, Tang San's motives weren't purely altruistic. Primarily, he wanted Yang Wudi to analyze whether the Elephant Armor Sect's pill was indeed the Bloodthirsty Pill. If they could recreate it, this would significantly benefit both Tang San and the entire Clear Sky Sect.
Though the Profound Heaven Treasure Record in his possession contained extensive pharmacological knowledge, some herbs either bore different names or didn't exist in this world. Deciphering the Bloodthirsty Pill's formula might help complete the record.
"Young Master, perhaps you should rest now. Four consecutive victories are enough—the remaining matches can wait," Feng Yang suggested, inexplicably producing a large fan to cool Tang San.
After consideration, Tang San agreed. Though invisible to others, he'd been continuously using his second Martial Soul to reinforce his body throughout the four battles. Even without employing Soul Skills, maintaining a Martial Soul drained Soul Power—especially during the last match against the drugged Huyan Lin, which forced him to use his second Soul Skill.
There was no need to complete all seven matches today.
Just as Tang San prepared to leave the stage to recover his energy for tomorrow's battles, an unexpectedly youthful female voice rang out.
"My, my, surely the son of the Clear Sky Douluo isn't thinking of leaving? There are still challengers waiting for you."
The girl appeared about Tang San's age—playful and vivacious, her exquisite multicolored dress immediately catching the eye. Her short hair framed her earlobes, bright eyes sparkling above tightly pressed lips, radiating refreshing charm.
Yet Tang San's attention wasn't on her face but the intricate seven-colored emblem on her chest.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?" He instantly recognized the insignia of one of the Upper Three Sects—renowned for possessing the mightiest auxiliary Item Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, being a support-oriented sect, was the type that maintained excellent relations with all factions—not just among the Upper Three Sects but throughout the entire Soul Master world. They got along particularly well with the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, with rumors suggesting an especially close relationship between them.
Moreover, due to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul's unique treasure-seeking ability, the sect was exceptionally wealthy.
Feng Yang quickly stepped forward with a welcoming smile and said, "Miss, my apologies, but our young master has already fought four consecutive matches and won't be participating further."
With a sharp smack, the girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School shoved Feng Yang aside and sneered, "Hmph, this doesn't concern you. Step aside."
"Tang San, your winning streak isn't because you're strong—it's because the truly powerful Soul Masters have already advanced to higher ranks. So, do you dare fight two against one?"
Tang San was well aware of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's peculiarities. Their hereditary Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, was bizarre in that it could only provide attribute enhancements to Soul Masters and possessed no other Soul Skills—neither offensive nor defensive. Thus, a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master had to rely on companions to be effective.
Seeing Tang San hesitate, the girl grew impatient. She deliberately provoked him by revealing her Martial Soul and the number of her Soul Rings—a single yellow Soul Ring at her feet—and taunted, "I'm just a one-ring Soul Master with no offensive capabilities. Surely you're not scared of someone like me? Heh, if so, I've truly misjudged you. What a disgrace to your father, the Clear Sky Douluo."
Tang San glanced at her dismissively. "Such cheap tricks won't work on me. If I'm not mistaken, although you only have one ring, your Soul Power has already reached level 20. And your chosen partner must be a disciple from one of the Upper Three Sects—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, right?"
"Tch." The short-haired girl clicked her tongue in frustration, realizing her plan had been exposed. She had indeed intended this—despite having only one ring, her Soul Power was already at level 20, lacking only the second Soul Ring. Thus, her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's enhancement abilities were already on par with a Great Soul Master's.
She had hoped to exploit this level difference to ambush Tang San, but her scheme had been uncovered.
"Hmph, if you're too scared, just say so."
Tang San shook his head lightly. "Though my Soul Power is somewhat depleted, I still have enough for one swing of my hammer. Let that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon disciple step forward. I'll end this duel in a single strike—it won't take long."
"One hammer to defeat both of you." With that, Tang San leaped gracefully onto the Soul Duel Arena's stage.
The short-haired girl was stunned by his arrogance. Her eyes turned icy as she retorted, "One hammer? Don't look down on us! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is one of the Upper Three Sects, just like your Clear Sky Sect—not some lowly faction like the Elephant Armor Sect from the Lower Four Sects!"
Tang San smiled faintly and dropped a bombshell: "Even among the Upper Three Sects, there are disparities."
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Not just the short-haired girl, but everyone present felt their hearts skip a beat, gulping nervously.
Such a bold statement!
Fortunately, Tang San was still young—others could dismiss it as childish talk. But if the Clear Sky Douluo himself had said this, it might have shattered the harmony between the Upper Three Sects!
Soon after, Yu Yuanlei and the short-haired girl stepped onto the stage together, summoning their respective Martial Souls.
A dazzling blue light suddenly erupted from Yu Yuanlei's forehead, then instantly spread downward, enveloping his entire body. Blue-purple arcs of electricity burst forth like tiny serpents, coiling and darting around his form.
Yu Yuanlei's cultivation had already reached the twenty-ninth level, verging on the thirtieth. Once he attained the thirtieth level, he would be able to master Dragonification for his first body part. Currently, only faint dragon scales appeared on his arms—he hadn't yet achieved full Dragonification.
"Seven Treasures shine with glazed light. Seven Treasures have their names: First, Strength!"