Chapter 239: Facing Off Against Blazing Fire Academy
The rhythm of the promotion match was much faster than the preliminary round, with no ordinary audience, only wanting the match result.
Removing those cumbersome processes and the audience’s noise instead allowed the Soul Masters to more easily display their strength.
Early the next morning, Ling Mo led the team to the arena, where Shrek Academy and Blazing Fire Academy were the fourth to appear.
There were three Fighting Soul matches ahead, and aside from Heaven Water Academy, there were few academies that Ling Mo paid attention to.
Sensing a gaze filled with resentment, Ling Mo looked over casually, and aside from Huo Wu, there was no one else.
Ling Mo smiled back at her, and after looking for a while, he discovered she was actually blushing.
Soon, Shrek Academy and Blazing Fire Academy took the stage.
“Xiao Mo, how about letting me go first this time…” Tang San hesitated.
Blazing Fire Academy was not like yesterday’s Barack Academy; this was this year’s championship favorite team.
Ling Mo alone would have a hard time handling the opponent’s war of attrition, so Tang San suggested he hold on first to consume some of the opponent’s strength.
“That’s right, let us go first, consume them a bit, and then you come last!”
Dai Mubai also suggested, eager to try, as they had long been impatient.
“Hmm? Sure, then… Xiao San, you go first!”
Ling Mo didn’t mind; to say Blazing Fire Academy could defeat him with a war of attrition was absolutely impossible.
However, since they wanted to go up so badly, Ling Mo wouldn’t refuse.
Being able to slack off for a bit wasn’t a bad thing.
After getting Ling Mo’s permission, Tang San directly walked onto the arena, while Blazing Fire Academy sent out Huo Wushuang.
Seeing Tang San appear in the arena, everyone was stunned; they had thought the first to appear would still be Ling Mo, but unexpectedly it was Tang San.
They knew little about Tang San because throughout the entire preliminary round, he hadn’t overly exposed his strength, so… the crowd didn’t know Tang San’s terror.
“Heh, this Shrek Academy seems to be scared too!”
In the VIP seating, Salas seized the opportunity to ridicule, washing away yesterday’s humiliation.
“Scared? What does Bishop Salas mean by that?”
Dugu Bo gave him a cold glance, as if looking at a clown.
If not for Ling Mo’s plan, he would have long wanted to get rid of this old fellow.
“I originally thought Shrek Academy could stay tough to the end, but unexpectedly, they also adopted wheel tactics.
Sending out team members to consume the opponent’s Soul Power in order to preserve the main force’s Soul Power, slowly wearing down the opponent’s main force’s Soul Power.
Ridiculous! I dare guarantee that this Tang San absolutely won’t last one round, certain defeat…”
“I don’t think so?”
The two confronted each other sharply, with Salas consistently believing Tang San wouldn’t be Huo Wushuang’s opponent.
But… what Tang San was capable of, no one on stage knew better than him, Dugu Bo.
The last time Tang San was caught by him at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, he had witnessed Tang San’s potential.
If not for Ling Mo in front, he even had the illusion that in this tournament, Tang San was absolutely the most outstanding one.
Unfortunately, his light was completely overshadowed by Ling Mo, so the crowd knew even less about him.
In the arena, Tang San’s appearance sparked a heated discussion.
Huo Wushuang’s expression was extremely ugly; as captain, he had come out first to wear down Ling Mo’s strength, yet Ling Mo unexpectedly didn’t take the field.
The prior plan was completely disrupted; it seemed they needed to redeploy.
Facing the crowd’s discussion, Tang San remained calm.
With the referee’s announcement that the match had begun, he made an inviting gesture toward Huo Wushuang.
The battle started instantly, with both activating their Martial Souls almost simultaneously!
Tang San struck first, Blue Silver Grass entangling over, restricting Huo Wushuang’s movements.
“Plant-type Martial Soul? Can it block my flames?”
Huo Wushuang looked at the Blue Silver Grass on him and sneered disdainfully; his flames specialized in countering plant-type Martial Souls.
Scales emerged from under his skin, blazing flames instantly rising and then extinguishing in a flash.
His whole body was covered in a layer of dark red, with a short horn about three inches long protruding from his head—it was his Martial Soul, the Unicorn Fire Tyrant Dragon possessing him.
“Break for me…”
With an angry shout, the Blue Silver Grass on him was directly burst apart, and Huo Wushuang charged out toward Tang San.
But unknowingly, just as he was about to reach Tang San, Tang San’s figure suddenly flickered.
The target in front of him actually disappeared.
“Such fast speed! This…”
Huo Wushuang froze in place; in that instant, he had lost his target—what footwork was Tang San using, so eerie.
“Too naive!”
Suddenly, a voice came from behind—it was Tang San.
His right hand gently grasped, instantly imprisoning Huo Wushuang.
Before Huo Wushuang could react, Tang San closed in, activating Mysterious Jade Hand and striking Huo Wushuang with a palm.
Boom…
The two exchanged a palm strike; Tang San stood firm, pressing step by step, restricting Huo Wushuang tightly.
In a one-on-one duel, no control-type Soul Master feared anyone, with absolute advantage.
Except Dugu Bo.
Dugu Bo: “???”
“You really think this can defeat me? You’re just a plant-type Soul Master; let’s see how you block my flames…”
Huo Wushuang, falling into disadvantage, was furious and instantly unleashed a fireball straight at Tang San.
“Naive, still too naive! You really think your flames can counter my Blue Silver Grass?”
Tang San sneered nonstop, instantly wrapping himself in a layer of Blue Silver Grass to meet the fireball’s impact.
At this moment, flames enveloped Tang San, but just as everyone thought the flames would burn the Blue Silver Grass to ashes.
The firelight dispersed, and the Blue Silver Grass was unscathed, shocking the crowd into standing up, dumbfounded.
“My Blue Silver Grass is fire immune…”
Tang San laughed loudly, and with these words, the whole arena was shocked.
“Fire immune? Oh god, this…”
Simply unbelievable—a plant-type Martial Soul immune to flame burning, unbelievable just hearing it.
In truth, with the original Blue Silver Grass, Tang San indeed couldn’t do this.
But… with the two immortal medicines Ling Mo had given him earlier, plus the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well’s tempering, the Blue Silver Grass had reached the level of immunity to both water and fire.
“Hmm! This Tang San has truly surprised this old man…”
In the VIP seating, several big shots exchanged glances, showing incredulous looks.
Earlier, all of Shrek’s combat power performance had been on Ling Mo alone, so they had overlooked the potential of Shrek Academy’s other students.
Dugu Bo sneered at Salas, mocking, “Bishop Salas, do you still think this Tang San is weak now?”
Salas’s face turned extremely ugly from the sarcasm; this was already the second time being slapped in the face.
Two days into the promotion match, slapped in the face twice in a row.
“Hmph, even if fire immune, so what! Tang San still might not win…”
The battle wasn’t over yet; who won and who lost wasn’t certain, Salas said, forcing a straight face.
The gaze returned to the stage, where Tang San raised his right hand with Blue Silver Grass, sneering at Huo Wushuang.
“Your flames have no effect on me; if you still want to break through relying on the advantage of flames against plant-type Soul Masters, I advise you to surrender yourself…”
Tang San said without any politeness.
