In Douluo Continent, Tang San raids my base right from the start.

Chapter 218 Tang San: There's Still a Chance

"Can you see those illusions?" Hu Liena asked through gritted teeth, voicing her deepest concern.

According to Salas, Long Yingtian was able to see Tang San's nightmares during the promotion tournament.

Zhu Wu didn't reply directly, but instead asked, "What do you think?"

Hu Liena swayed, her face turned even paler, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Bibi Dong's expression changed instantly, and a cold glint appeared in her eyes.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo had strange expressions. Given Hu Liena's reaction after regaining consciousness, they could roughly guess what she had experienced in the illusion. They just couldn't understand why Ying Tian would do this.

Ning Rongrong and the others were also somewhat confused and looked at each other in bewilderment. Only Long Ling'er was deep in thought.

In her memory, Brother Tian always had a purpose in everything he did for outsiders, and he never acted impulsively.

"Shameless!" Xiao Wu cursed under her breath.

"Damn it!" Yan exclaimed angrily.

"Why?" Hu Liena asked calmly, biting her lip. She believed she had never offended Long Yingtian.

What might have happened in the outside world was only a moment, but not in the illusion. To do such a thing to her would be an absolute disgrace for her entire life.

"I'll teach you a lesson." Zhu Wu's expression remained calm, and his tone was indifferent. "In the future, remember to use your brain more before doing anything, and don't let your mind cloud your judgment and forget who you are." Especially when you meet Tang San in the future, please don't let your love-struck brain suddenly kick in and make you lose 250 in intelligence.

Thinking this, he glanced at Bibi Dong out of the corner of his eye. Most importantly, he didn't want Bibi Dong to ruin his plans.

And you, Bibi Dong, please stop acting crazy!

"This kid is hinting at something," muttered Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was still watching the match from the top floor.

"Isn't it obvious? This is a warning to Bibi Dong. For the sake of her old flame Yu Xiaogang, this woman is selling soul bones and protecting Yu Xiaogang. She's practically aiding the enemy. Long Yingtian is warning Bibi Dong not to cause trouble," said Qianjun Douluo beside him.

"Isn't the High Priest keeping us here because he's worried about this?"

Qian Renxue had fainted due to exhaustion and depletion of her vital energy, and had been taken away by Qian Daoliu to rest.

"This Bibi Dong is indeed a bit outrageous." Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned, also very dissatisfied.

Below, Bibi Dong also realized that Long Yingtian might have already guessed the source of Tang San's soul bone. In addition, her previous intervention to protect Yu Xiaogang had aroused Long Yingtian's dissatisfaction. This was Long Yingtian's way of warning her by punishing her personal disciple Hu Liena.

"Damn it!" His fingers clenched involuntarily, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, when did it become her place to be lectured by a junior, especially by humiliating her own disciple?

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Dugu Bo, and Long Ling'er all glanced up at Bibi Dong and understood the deeper meaning behind it.

This unstable factor definitely needs to be addressed.

"You!" Hu Liena felt a surge of blood rushing to her head. Long Yingtian had humiliated her with illusion magic and then even called her stupid. A mouthful of blood quickly rose to her throat, and the next second, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. Her consciousness suddenly went black, and her body went limp.

"Nana!" Xie Yue and Yan could no longer hold back and ran onto the field with a cry of surprise.

Bibi Dong's face was gloomy. She turned her head and glanced at the cardinal on the other side, who then dared to get up.

Long Yingtian used an illusion to humiliate the Pope's personal disciple, and in full view of everyone, which was undoubtedly a blatant insult to the Spirit Hall.

"The Heavenly Dou Royal Academy wins." He glanced at Long Yingtian with a somewhat unpleasant expression and announced loudly.

"Yan, take Nana downstairs first," Xie Yue said, his expression somewhat grim.

Yan's martial soul attribute is fire, and he has no chance of winning against Long Yingtian, whose fire attribute is significantly stronger.

Even Qian Renxue, a Soul Emperor, was no match for him, let alone Yan, who was merely a Soul King.

"Be careful," Yan said through gritted teeth, then glared at Long Yingtian before helping Hu Liena leave.

"Ready for the match," the referee's voice came quickly.

Zhu Wu still did not summon his martial spirit.

Xie Yue gritted his teeth, raised his hands, summoned his martial soul Moon Blade, and stared intently at Zhu Wu.

"The match begins!" the referee's voice rang out.

"Fourth." Xie Yue raised the moon blade in his hand, and the fourth soul ring under his feet lit up.

"Mental confusion." A glint of silver flashed in Zhu Wu's eyes.

Xie Yue suddenly felt a wave of confusion in his consciousness, as if his soul was about to leave his body.

Zhu Wu pinched the ice cone lightly between two fingers, and it quickly took shape. Then, with a peculiar technique, he flicked it gently.

"This is... the hidden weapon technique of my Tang Clan!" Tang San immediately saw through it, his expression darkened, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Damn it, damn it!" he roared inwardly. Long Yingtian had actually stolen his Tang Clan's hidden weapon techniques.

"Long Yingtian, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

With a "poof," Xie Yue's shoulder was pierced, and his body instantly turned into an ice sculpture.

He was killed in one move before he could even use his soul skill!

Bibi Dong's expression immediately darkened, and the other Spirit Hall Soul Masters on the field also looked rather grim.

The competition has progressed to this point, and Long Yingtian is still able to maintain this level of combat power. If this continues, it feels like their Martial Soul Team is about to be swept seven times in a row.

This is absolutely the greatest humiliation the Spirit Hall has ever suffered.

"Boring." On the field, Zhu Wu glanced indifferently at the remaining members of the Spirit Hall team outside the field, then turned and walked towards the rest area.

The Spirit Hall Soul Masters present immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Bibi Dong's gaze was even colder. Long Yingtian first defeated Xie Yue in one move, and then left with the words "boring" in his hand. The disdain he expressed was undoubtedly clear to outsiders that he was not unable to defeat Xie Yue, but that those who could still compete were no longer worthy of being his opponents.

A blatant act of contempt, a blatant disregard for the Spirit Hall.

Disrespect her authority!

"Once I become a god, I will definitely drag out all the people of your Illusionary Beast Sect and annihilate them all!" he thought bitterly.

"Ling'er, it's your turn to go on stage." Zhu Wu had already returned to the rest area. "It'll be good for you to stretch your muscles."

"Okay." Long Ling'er smiled and stood up from her seat.

The team members didn't say anything. The remaining members of the Spirit Hall were all above level 45, making it truly difficult for them to fight. Moreover, looking up, Yan Zheng walked onto the field with a grim expression. A Soul King with a fire-attribute spirit—going up against him would be suicide.

"It's a pity Shrek Academy conceded defeat, otherwise I would have gone up on the field to show off a bit," Xiao Chenyu thought to himself.

Unfortunately, it's the knockout stage now, and with the Spirit Hall's lineup, they can't afford for him to play recklessly.

As he was lost in thought, Xie Yue was carried off the field, while Yan remained on the field.

"Ready for the match." The referee's voice rang out, but Long Ling'er's martial spirit didn't even get a chance to shout it out.

"How dare you look down on me!" Yan was clearly very unhappy to be looked down upon by Long Ling'er, who was a Soul Sect member.

"The match begins!" the referee's voice rang out again.

With a thud, Long Ling'er lunged straight at Yan.

"Don't underestimate me!" Yan shouted angrily, and charged forward.

"First Soul Skill, Hellfire Lava Burst!" He suddenly leaped forward and slammed his fist into the ground, causing pillars of lava to rise up in front of him.

"Ghostly Shadow!" Long Ling'er's body moved like a phantom, her powerful physique granting her extraordinary speed, making her run like the wind.

The magma column couldn't hit it at all.

"Damn it!" Seeing Long Ling'er use her Tang Sect skills to dodge the attack, Tang San felt worse than if he had eaten shit. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with killing intent, wishing he could kill Long Ling'er immediately.

Unable to do so, all that remains is impotent rage.

Yan was also enraged and stomped his right foot hard.

"Third Soul Skill, Hellfire!"

The red light rapidly spread forward in a fan shape from the soles of the feet, and wherever it passed, flames surged and instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

With a wave of her hand, Long Ling'er's body glowed with a faint red light as she leaped into the sea of ​​fire as if walking on flat ground.

Wherever it passed, flames bowed down, as if they had encountered a king and made way for it. The intense heat emanating from it was blocked by the faint red light emanating from its body, and not even a single thread caught fire.

Yan's expression turned serious, and he even blushed. He gritted his teeth and slammed his hands on the ground.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Lava Surge!" Lava surged up from the ground in front of her, crashing towards Long Ling'er like ocean waves.

However, Long Ling'er was like a spirit in the flames, her feet lightly tapping as she leaped steadily over the waves of lava.

Yan was a little emotional, finally realizing the gap between himself and Long Ling'er.

But on the field, defeat was not an option. He immediately raised his hands and shouted, "Fifth Soul Skill, Flying Sand Rage!"

Multiple pillars of magma suddenly rose around his body, their surfaces ablaze with flames, sweeping towards his opponent as if they were alive.

"That's more interesting." Long Ling'er chuckled, clenching her hands together, which glowed with a red light.

"Bang bang bang!" He ran forward while smashing the lava pillars. As soon as his fists touched the lava pillars, they exploded with air currents, shattering the heads of the nearby lava pillars, and his body rushed past them.

One after another, the incoming pillars of fire were quickly blasted apart, and the person got close to Yan himself.

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!" Yan had no choice but to amplify his defensive capabilities and step forward to meet the enemy.

Ranged soul skills are unstoppable, and you can't outrun them, so there's no other way but to fight them head-on.

"Bang!" He regretted it the moment they made contact. Long Ling'er's physical strength was too terrifying. She knocked him back with a single punch.

"Holy crap, this is so violent!" Xiao Chenyu stared in disbelief. This wasn't a competition; it was a beating.

Within sight, Yan was completely defenseless, being repeatedly beaten back by Long Ling'er, his arm swollen from being forced to block.

"This woman is a monster!" Yan said, her face flushed red with embarrassment.

Being overpowered by a girl whose cultivation level was a whole realm lower than his own was definitely the biggest stain on his life.

In the blink of an eye, a cracking sound rang out, as if my arm had been struck by lightning. A sharp pain shot through me; the bone was broken.

"You lost." Long Ling'er smiled, seized the opportunity, and punched Yan in the chest, sending him flying.

"We concede defeat in this match." Knowing the outcome was already decided, Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and spoke.

Long Ling'er immediately stopped in her tracks.

There's no suspense anymore. Ning Fengzhi glanced at Bibi Dong and thought to himself.

As expected, the rest of the match was a speedrun. Long Ling'er's fists were deadly, one punch after another, defeating the remaining three members of the Spirit Hall team. Victory was a foregone conclusion for the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

"The Spirit Hall team is probably doomed in the afternoon's match as well." A quick glance revealed that almost the entire Spirit Hall team was injured.

It's uncertain whether Qian Renxue and Hu Liena, who have both fainted, will wake up in the afternoon.

One has lost its essence, the other its spirit; neither can be recovered from in a short time.

"The team competition this afternoon will proceed as scheduled." Bibi Dong said with a slightly gloomy expression, then got up and left.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi also stood up with Sword Douluo.

"Let's go." Zhu Wu didn't delay, stood up from his seat, and led the team away.

On the other side, everyone from Shrek Academy remained silent.

The entire Spirit Hall team was injured, and two of them even fainted. This was indeed a good thing for their team match in the afternoon, but the upcoming match against the Heaven Dou Royal Academy was something that made them unhappy.

Long Yingtian and Long Ling'er are too strong.

No one spoke; they quietly followed Flanders down Papal Hill back to the hotel.

"Don't be discouraged, everyone." Flander said as he returned to his room, trying to ease the tension.

"Given the current state of the Spirit Hall, we might not even need to use the Seven-in-One Fusion Technique to win this afternoon's match. This also means that we still have one of their Heaven Dou Royal Academy's most powerful weapons up our sleeve."

"The outcome is still uncertain."

"Yes, I still have a multi-dimensional fusion technique, there's still a chance." Tang San's eyes lit up, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

Long Yingtian, I will make you pay the price!

The other team members also relaxed slightly and nodded gently.

(End of this chapter)