LRAB Chapter 808 The Evil Soul Master Hidden in the Tournament
Chapter 808 The Evil Soul Master Hidden in the Tournament
Chapter 808 The Evil Soul Master Hidden in the Tournament
"According to the boss's intelligence, there will be teams of evil spirit masters infiltrating this competition. You need to eliminate those evil spirit master teams. If necessary, you can reveal your trump cards, but they cannot be the hunters' trump cards." After Feng Shiyi finished speaking, he waved his hand and turned around to continue watching the arena competition below.
Zhang San and Ye Ling Shuang responded, and just then, the two waiters from before pushed the door open again, carrying trays of expensive wine vessels and wine.
The door opened again, and Zhang San and Ye Ling Shuang had already quietly disappeared from the room.
In the bright and luxurious corridor, two guards in black armor glanced at two waiters carrying empty plates, then their gaze returned to the VIP entrance, occasionally scanning the surroundings of the corridor.
Zhang San walked to a staircase, parted ways with Ye Ling Shuang, found a secluded corner to change back into his own clothes, and returned to the place where he had previously sneaked away—the second-floor restroom.
After confirming that he had locked the toilet door properly, Zhang San, holding a roll of toilet paper, clutched his stomach, a pained expression on his face, clenched his buttocks, and limped out of the toilet.
A man who entered the restroom was startled by Zhang San's appearance. "Brother, what happened to you? Is there some kind of hidden weapon in the restroom?"
Zhang San looked up at him, trembling, shook his head, and said, "I ate too many chili peppers last night, what's wrong!"
The man watched Zhang San limp away and shook his head, saying, "How pitiful!"
When Zhang San returned to his team's rest area, the knockout stage had already been completed in one round.
When Wang Wu saw Zhang San limping, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"Old Zhang, what's wrong with you? Is there some pervert in the toilet?" Dai Luoli asked.
Zhang San threw down the tissue he was holding, plopped down on a stool, and cursed, "This is tactical camouflage! Understand?!"
"I thought you'd been eliminated. It's almost our team's match. Should you go first or should I?" Dai Luoli asked.
Zhang San glanced at the battle unfolding on his own arena and casually asked, "Who are our opponents?"
"The Flying Spirit Sect, a sect that hasn't found a base and is virtually unknown, is probably just a front," Wang Wu said.
When the topic of vests came up, the three exchanged glances, all knowing what Wang Wu meant.
The vest is very likely the target of this competition, the evil spirit master.
"I'll go up and make a good start." Zhang San got up and stretched his muscles.
Dai Luoli nodded, her gaze remaining fixed on Shrek Academy.
The whistle blew, and the winner was decided.
Zhang San took out a suit jacket from his personal storage device, put it on, covered himself with a beret, and lit a cigar with a cigarette in his mouth.
This suit was a gift from Ye Nanxiao.
Her boss once said that this image best reflects her charm.
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Zhang San glanced at the contestant who had been placed on a stretcher. He was exhausted and his limbs were twisted to varying degrees. He had lost miserably.
"Next match: Flying Spirit Sect vs. Shadow Stream."
The referee raised his right hand, signaling for the players from both teams to come onto the field.
Zhang San walked onto the field, smoking a cigar. His opponent was a fat man who looked like a middle-aged man. He had a kind smile on his face, but the cold glint in his eyes sent chills down one's spine.
"You're my opponent? Smoking is bad for your health," the fat man said.
"Hmm, your family sells pipes, right? Or do you live by the sea?" Zhang San exhaled a puff of smoke, his face full of smiles.
The implication is that he has more responsibilities than the ocean.
"Haha, you're going to lose badly!" The fat man's smile was no longer innocent, but ferocious.
"Blah blah blah, let's begin." Zhang San adjusted his hat and glanced at the Tang Clan's competition arena.
"The match begins!"
"Kneel down, kid!" The fat man's body compressed like a spring, and then he shot out like a bullet.
"The boss's brother has started the competition, so I need to watch carefully. Don't waste my time."
Zhang San muttered something under his breath, bit down on his cigar, and a shotgun appeared in his hand.
"You know you've broken the law?"
The competition was in full swing, but there weren't many outstanding contestants who could hold Xu Tianran's attention for even a few minutes.
The emperor merely glanced casually at the various arenas, and no genius caught his eye.
Feeling utterly bored, Xu Tianran asked, "Ju Zi, which teams do you think will win this competition?"
Ju Zi was watching the game intently when Xu Tianran suddenly asked her a question. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I favor my Aodu Chamber of Commerce team. After all, I have invested a lot of money to bet on Aodu Chamber of Commerce to win."
"Oh? You found a betting odds. What are the odds?" Xu Tianran picked up the teacup beside him and took a small sip.
"If the Okudo Chamber of Commerce bets on the winner, the odds are 1 to 1.2," Orange said.
Xu Tianran nodded slightly. These odds were already considered high by the Aodu Chamber of Commerce, after all, the Aodu Chamber of Commerce's guard team had a very good reputation.
"What if we face major sects like Shrek Academy?"
Orange thought for a moment and said, "One to eight to one."
"This card shows they have a lot of confidence in Shrek Academy." Xu Tianran looked towards the Shrek Academy's arena area.
"After all, it's the number one academy in the world, so many people buy it," Orange said.
Upon hearing Ju Zi's words, Xu Tianran's expression turned slightly cold, and he muttered, "The number one academy in the world will soon cease to be so."
"Has the Imperial Advisor arrived yet?"
"No, the Imperial Preceptor sent someone to say he was going into seclusion," Ju Zi said, shaking her head, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.
The Imperial Advisor did not arrive, and neither the people sent out nor the spies in the palace had any trace of him.
Either he has truly gone into seclusion, or he has already infiltrated Mingdu.
Xu Tianran frowned slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes. He turned his gaze to the arena in the middle, to the contestants who exuded a cold aura.
This is a great gift prepared for Shrek Academy.
Evil Phoenix Douluo, don't disappoint me again.
Orange continued watching the match below. She knew that Shrek Academy had sent three deans this time. Unless the Imperial Advisor was stupid, he would not make a move. After all, the name of Mingfeng Douluo was still very prestigious.
What she's concerned about now is whether the hunters can eliminate the evil spirit masters hiding in the tournament.
Besides Zhang San, the Yuheng Tower team also encountered another team of evil spirit masters.
Ye Changlong, as the first member sent by the Ye family, put in all his strength, and he wanted to make a brilliant start.
Originally, after he came on stage, according to the etiquette of the competition, the two sides bowed to each other to show their friendship.
His opponent, a woman with sharp canine teeth and a sinister face, was clearly a ruthless character, but the words she spoke were unusually soft.
"Young man, you wouldn't make things difficult for a weak woman like me, would you?"
"She just got her nails done, please don't ruin them, okay?"
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"Want to grab a drink tonight? You're totally my type, buddy."
Ye Changlong immediately stopped bending over and quickly retreated to his fighting position.
Seeing Ye Changlong's blatant disrespect, the woman pretended to be heartbroken and wiped away her tears. "You actually rejected me! Waaah, you really don't know what's good for you!"
The referee, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, raised his referee flag high and shouted, "Contestants, get ready!"
"Hey, get ready!"
The ruthless woman glared coldly at the referee before returning to her fighting position.
"What a cold-hearted guy, but your blood will be flowing freely in a moment!"
Ye Changlong shook his head, held up one finger, and said, "My master taught me that when facing a woman who moans softly, giving your all is the greatest respect you can show!"
"What?" the sinister woman asked, puzzled.
Two short sticks appeared in Ye Changlong's hands, with a mastiff's head at the end of each stick.
Ye Changlong gripped his martial spirit tightly, and lightning crackled on the short staff.
"Beat her to a pulp!"
On the Aodu Chamber of Commerce side, apart from the Feng sisters' team, the other three teams have already entered the arena.
Feng Shier watched the intense battle unfold on the field with his arms crossed, while mentally calculating the arrangements for the next part of the competition.
Feng Shiwu quietly wiped the pair of flying scythes in her hands. These scythes were made according to her martial soul, and there would be some differences in appearance and weight, but the purpose was to conceal Feng Shiwu's own martial soul.
The presence of evil spirit masters in the competition indicates that the Holy Spirit Cult has already infiltrated the competition venue.
The Feng sisters originally escaped from the hellish Holy Spirit Cult, so their secrets must not be discovered.
To this end, Ye Nanxiao spent a lot of effort customizing weapon sets for the Feng sisters.
"Second Sister, the Shadow Stream is going crazy!" Feng Shiwu was attracted by the firelight from Zhang San's side.
Feng Shier looked over and saw Zhang San, holding a shotgun, walking leisurely while constantly throwing small grenades, triggering a series of lightning flashes.
A series of explosions prevented the fat man from getting close to Zhang San.
Amid the continuous explosions, Zhang San's suit emitted a faint glow, as if it had been shielded, keeping out the impact of the explosions and dust.
With the help of a specially made suit, Zhang San danced gracefully in battle, throwing grenades and firing shotguns in the process.
This shotgun, born from Ye Nanxiao's perverse sense of humor, has two cannons, one above the other. The upper main cannon fires Soul-Destroying Beads, while the lower secondary cannon projects specially made explosive shells.
A white light flashed in Zhang San's eyes. He took a step forward, and his suit instantly dimmed.
Activating his Martial Soul amplified all his senses, allowing him to feel the changing speed of the wind, the free energy in the air, and the temperature brought by the explosion.
A flood of information rushed into his mind, allowing him to raise his shotgun and easily fend off the fat man's deadly attacks.
"Stop dodging, Fatty. If you're going to get hit, stand up straight." Behind Zhang San's glasses was a maniacal smile.
The fat man was charred black all over, and one of his claws had even been broken off by the Soul-Breaking Pearl.
"Damn it, how come this bastard's soul tool is so powerful? And his clothes are weird too! Damn soul tool master!" The fat man was blocked by the dense firepower and could not get close to Zhang San.
The only time the fat man managed to get close to Zhang San was when Zhang San switched magazines, but the fat man didn't expect that Zhang San's suit was a disguised defensive soul tool. It was during this attack that his claws were broken.
Wang Wu watched Zhang San playfully toy with his opponent, then glanced at the time on the screen before raising his hands in a gesture of respect.
Zhang San, with his sharp eyes, caught the signal Wang Wu gave him from the sidelines. He turned to look at the timer on the screen. Five minutes had passed; it was time to prepare to end the game.
Based on the intelligence gathered, Zhang San threw out several grenades, then stood in the firelight switching magazines. When he looked down, the back of his neck was exposed.
"The opportunity has come!" The fat man seized the gap in Zhang San's attack, his body compressed like a spring, and he rushed out, turning into a blur and landing behind Zhang San.
"Die!"
The fat man cursed angrily and assumed a pouncing stance.
But then Zhang San turned his head, and a shotgun emerged from under his right armpit, emitting a bright flash.
"The Ultimate Bomb!"
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