Chapter 85: Titled… Titled Douluo??
On the arena stage, Tang San looked at Wang Li with a solemn expression.
This opponent was likely far stronger than he had imagined!
Indeed, at this moment, Tang San regarded Wang Li with utmost importance, no longer harboring any contempt.
Whether it was a soul ancestor or a soul elder, they were all sent flying with a single slap. Wang Li was like a God of War, leaving Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and the others with no power to resist.
The contestants on the other two arenas also turned to look in Wang Li's direction because their referee had not announced the start of the match and was staring blankly toward that side…
Everyone present shifted their gaze toward Wang Li's arena, their faces filled with shock.
They had seen Soul Kings bully Soul Ancestors and Soul Elders before… but those were still normal fights.
Soul Ancestors and Soul Elders could at least resist somewhat.
But Wang Li hadn't even released his martial soul, and he was knocking out a "little cutie" with every slap…
The teeth scattered all over the ground were the best proof.
At this moment, the phrase "knocked so hard your teeth scatter everywhere" had literally come to life.
"Wang Li, you are very strong. Very strong."
"You are the strongest opponent I've encountered since I began my journey. Without question."
Tang San spoke with a serious expression and gave Wang Li a Soul Master salute.
Even if he felt displeased inside, basic courtesy still had to be maintained.
That was Tang San's personality — when weak, it was Boss Dai; when strong, Mubai became "Xiao Bai."
When weak: It's all my father's fault.
At Rank 93: My father did nothing wrong.
At Rank 100: It's all your fault!
"A mere ant — and you think you're worthy of being my opponent?"
Wang Li crossed his arms, the corner of his mouth lifting into a wicked smile.
He was openly looking down on Tang San. So what?
Tang San froze, his pupils shrinking.
He had already spoken respectfully and even performed a Soul Master salute — yet the other party still refused to let it go?
The "audience" was stunned. This contestant, Wang Li, was truly arrogant.
After all, "Tang Yin" was a Soul King with twin martial souls among all the contestants; he was one of the strongest.
What right did Wang Li have to say such things?
"You—"
Tang San pointed at Wang Li, furious.
Wang Li waved his hand, interrupting him.
"Not just you — even if your father came, do you think he'd dare step onto this stage and fight me?"
Wang Li's smile widened, almost crooked.
These words startled the Shrek group.
Others might not know Tang Yin's identity, but they did!
Tang Yin was Tang San. Tang San's father was the Clear Sky Douluo!
Did Wang Li know Tang San's identity?
Or was he just talking nonsense?
Tang San laughed in anger. What kind of existence was his father?
Facing five Titled Douluo, he had still retreated safely — and even taken Tang San and Xiao Wu with him.
Wang Li knew nothing, yet he spoke recklessly. This was simply seeking death!
The grudge of stealing a brother's wife, plus insulting his father… Tang San would definitely take revenge!
In the arena, he might not be Wang Li's opponent due to competition rules.
But off the arena, that was another matter.
Poison, hidden weapons, schemes, he had countless methods!
"Wang Li, humiliating me like this, I will make you pay!"
Tang San clenched his fists, staring at Wang Li.
"Alright, alright. Isn't it just 'seeking death'?"
Wang Li waved dismissively.
"Don't you have any other lines for killing me?"
Tang San: "…"
This bastard even knew the phrase seeking death?
That had only appeared in Tang San's inner thoughts three times.
The first time, at age six, meeting the gate guard.
The second time, at age six, meeting Yu Xiaogang.
The third time, at age six, during the soul-hunting trip with Yu Xiaogang, he exposed many secrets and considered killing him.
But Yu Xiaogang fainted and saw nothing, so the matter passed.
'Something's wrong… very wrong.'
'He even knows about 'seeking death.' He may know my identity!'
'But this is our first encounter. We've never had any conflict before. Why would he…'
Tang San felt his head full of question marks, utterly confused.
"Referee, what are you dawdling for?"
"If you can do the job, do it. If you can't, plenty of others can!"
Wang Li suddenly pointed at the referee and cursed loudly.
The referee really was slow. Tang San had been on stage for so long, yet the match still hadn't begun.
If he delayed any longer, Wang Li might just beat the referee, too!
A mere Soul Saint, nothing but an ant!
Referee: "…"
He was completely stunned.
This contestant wasn't afraid of him at all!
This was the arena. Wasn't Wang Li afraid he'd make things difficult for him?
Since competitions began, referees scolding contestants wasn't rare, but a contestant scolding a referee was a first!
If he did nothing, wouldn't that mean he, a Soul Saint referee, was cowardly?
What dignity would he have left?
"Contestant Wang Li, I admit you have some strength. But when facing a referee and a Soul Saint, you must show sufficient respect."
"A genius is still only a genius. Perhaps you've already broken through to the Soul Emperor level, you—"
Before the referee could finish, an extremely terrifying aura burst forth from Wang Li.
"Say one more word of nonsense, and I'll kill you after you step off the stage."
Wang Li spoke expressionlessly.
He stepped forward, his figure seeming to grow taller.
A sinister aura swirled around him. His hands transformed into tiger claws. Wings spread behind his back, and a scorpion-like tiger tail appeared.
Pitch-black pupils. A cold face.
The referee's expression changed, his mind going blank.
A contestant had just threatened him??
Wait, this terrifying pressure couldn't be coming from a martial soul alone!
Tang San stood frozen, mouth slightly open, wanting to speak but unable to.
He had seen Titled Douluo release their aura before. But their pressure, including Tang Hao's, was weaker than Wang Li's.
Even though he didn't want to admit it, Wang Li's aura was clearly stronger than both the Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo and Tang Hao.
'He definitely knows my identity… and my father…'
Tang San recalled Wang Li's earlier words — even if his father came, would he dare fight?
He had thought it was pure arrogance.
But now…
Wang Li stepped forward again.
Black light appeared beneath his feet.
Black.
His first soul ring was black, a ten-thousand-year soul ring. And it was unusually deep in color, clearly beyond ten or even twenty thousand years.
Black.
Black.
Black.
Black.
Black.
Black…
"Holy shit!!"
The "audience" couldn't hold back anymore and stared at Wang Li in shock.
The referee's face turned deathly pale.
Six black rings?
Even if Wang Li were only a Soul Emperor, this Soul Saint referee might not be his match!
No wonder he dared threaten the referee…
Wait — no, something was wrong!!
…Ice-gold, Fire red gold, fire red gold
"Ti… Titled Douluo??"
The referee dropped to his knees on the spot, his expression blank.
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