Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

Chapter 394 Tang Hao vs. Yu Xiaoheng

What started as a few scattered complaints quickly escalated into a chorus of curses.

Among the crowd, several men dressed in ordinary cloth and looking unremarkable exchanged glances.

They were scattered in various corners, yet at the same time, they all started shouting at the top of their lungs.

"I bet that Nameless One ran away a long time ago!"

That shout was incredibly powerful, instantly drowning out the surrounding noise.

Someone immediately chimed in:

"He definitely ran away! Didn't he even know who his opponent was? That's Tang Hao from the Clear Sky Sect!"

"The youngest Soul Saint in history wields the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon spirit in the world. If it were you, would you dare to go up against him?"

"Don't even mention fighting him, if I were that nameless guy, my legs would turn to jelly at the mere mention of Tang Hao's name!"

"Hahaha, wasn't that nameless guy pretty arrogant yesterday? He even made someone kneel down, but when it really came down to it, he turned into a coward!"

"What kind of genius is he? He's just a coward who only knows how to talk big!"

These words seemed to have a magical power, quickly igniting a sense of superiority in the audience who felt they had "already expected" it.

Originally, everyone thought that it was suicide for the Soul King to fight the Soul Saint, but now that someone has taken the lead in saying it, it immediately seems like a matter of course.

Some people even became angry that they had waited so long for nothing, and vented all their anger on the "nameless" who never appeared.

"Nameless, come out here!"

"coward!"

"If you're afraid of dying, go home and drink your milk!"

The insults were like waves, one higher than the next.

A corner of the VIP seating area.

Tang San sat in the Clear Sky Sect's ranks, listening to the overwhelming taunts around him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He picked up his teacup and gently blew on the floating tea leaves.

Public opinion, if guided even slightly, can become the sharpest weapon.

Although Tang Hao didn't need these methods to win, Tang San disliked surprises.

Since they are enemies, we must destroy them completely, both physically and mentally.

He was cowardly before the battle even began, and his reputation was ruined.

This is the consequence of being out of touch with reality.

"Looks like they don't dare to come."

Tang San put down his teacup and said calmly:

"That's good, so Hao-ge's hammer won't get dirty."

Sitting not far from him, Ning Zhenyuan, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, frowned. He didn't say anything, but his gaze lingered on Tang San for a moment before looking at the empty entrance to the arena.

On the other side.

"His not coming is perhaps the best option."

A very soft sigh came from the side.

The one speaking is Shui Lingxi.

Beside her, her younger sister Shuiyun'er was twisting her fingers, looking conflicted.

"Sis, do you think he really ran away?"

Shui Yun'er asked softly.

"If we run away, at least we can survive."

Shui Lingxi responded softly.

For them, that man was shrouded in mystery, yet possessed an irresistible allure.

But reason told them that facing Tang Hao was a dead end.

A place further away.

A group of Soul Masters dressed in black, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay, gathered together.

They are survivors of the killing city.

They were people that man brought out of hell.

At this moment, these ruthless characters who usually kill without blinking an eye were all on edge.

"That guy... is he really going to chicken out?"

A Soul Master with a scar on his face asked.

They were secretly pleased; since no one was coming, they wouldn't have to face Tang Hao!

Just then.

"coming!"

Someone shouted, their voice filled with surprise.

The noisy square fell silent for a second.

Immediately following was an uproar.

"Holy crap, they're really here?"

"Is this kid out of his mind?"

All eyes were focused in the same direction.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows on the side of the Papal Palace.

It was a figure that didn't appear to be particularly tall.

Dressed in a clean and sharp all-black outfit without any markings, he looked neat and tidy.

What's most striking is the mask on his face.

Pure white.

There are no patterns, no decorations.

Only at the mouth position, a ridiculously large and somewhat eerie smiley face was drawn using the simplest black lines.

He just walked out like that.

He showed no reaction to the gazes of tens of thousands of people around him, nor to the lingering insults.

Like an observer passing through this noisy world.

"Playing tricks and deception."

Tang San snorted coldly, his disdain deepening.

At a point like this, can wearing a ridiculous mask really cover up the difference in strength?

How childish.

"Since you're here, don't even think about surviving."

Tang Hu, standing next to Tang San, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

At this moment, the referee on the stage was also stunned.

He glanced at the sun, then at the man in black wearing a smiling mask, and his throat felt dry.

Because of the immense public pressure and Tang Hao's terrifying aura, even this referee, who possessed the cultivation of a Soul Emperor, subconsciously believed that "Nameless" had definitely forfeited.

The sudden appearance of this person caught him off guard.

and……

As the figure approached, the referee felt a chill run down his spine.

That smiley face mask looks ridiculous, but why does it look even uglier than crying?

"that……"

The referee couldn't help but speak up.

He looked at Yu Xiaoheng, who had already reached the edge of the arena, and subconsciously asked:

"Unknown contestant, are you... sure you want to participate?"

These words stunned the entire audience.

Logically speaking, there's no reason to prevent contestants from participating if they haven't exceeded the time limit by too much.

There is no rule that allows referees to proactively discourage players from competing.

But surprisingly, no one thought it was wrong when he said it.

Because the opponent is Tang Hao.

It's Tang Hao, the guy who can smash a hole in the sky with a hammer.

The referee meant well.

After all, abstaining is shameful, but at least it saves your life.

Yu Xiaoheng stopped in his tracks.

He stood at the bottom of the steps, raising his head slightly.

A pure white mask was facing the referee.

The black-lined smiley face seemed to be quietly watching the other party.

He didn't speak.

There was neither a nod nor a shake of the head.