Chapter 446

Tang San could see another small wound on Yan's body, which was obviously not caused by him just now.

It should be caused by Nine Odds.

"How lucky."

Tang San thought to himself.

The strength of the three people from the golden generation was unexpectedly strong. If Nine Odds hadn't beaten them until they were riddled with wounds and their injuries hadn't healed, they wouldn't have had any chance.

But on second thought, he had used all the moves he should use today. What should he do tomorrow?

Tang San's original plan today was to only use the seven-man fusion skill in order to end the battle quickly. However, he didn't expect the other three to have a Martial Soul Fusion skill, forcing him to fight head-on. After dragging it out for a long time, he even used the Eight Spider Spear. Forget about the Eight Spider Spear, he didn't expect the other party to have their biggest trump card, the Soul Bone Soul Skill!

If he hadn't grabbed the fragments of the Eight Spider Spear on the ground and used two hidden weapon techniques to hit the three people who had recovered some of their strength, he would have definitely lost today.

After removing the poison from the three people, Tang San walked back and gathered with everyone again.

There was only silence.

Today's battle was out of their expectations.

They won by a narrow margin.

But there was a question in everyone's mind. What should they do tomorrow?

"Actually, I have a plan for tomorrow's battle."

The seven of them walked down the square. At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly said.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Wang Feng was also stunned. What? What are you up to this time?

Every time Zhu Zhuqing thought of something, Wang Feng's scalp would tingle.

"What plan?"

Zhu Zhuqing continued, "Think about it. What is the approximate level of strength of nine to one?"

Tang San thought for a moment and said, "He should be around rank 25 at the very least. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to defeat so many teams so easily. He was even able to defeat the three people from the golden generation in the morning. These three people are rank 00, but their individual combat strength is definitely rank 15. "

Everyone nodded.

"If we include his hidden strength, he should be above rank 25," Dai Mubai said.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded lightly.

"But have you thought about it? Is there a soul master below the age of 70 who is above rank 25? The three members of the golden generation were all around twenty-two years old. He was a rank 90 Soul Master who didn't want to reveal his face, but he was far stronger than his peers. Is that even possible? "

Everyone was stunned.

"I suspect that … the reason why he's unwilling to reveal his face is most likely because he's over twenty-five years old. Perhaps he's using some sort of special method to avoid detection."

Zhu Zhuqing thought, "If we can take off his mask tomorrow, maybe he will be disqualified … and we will win."

Wang Feng: "…"

What a clever little brat. That was indeed the case.

"Yes, yes, yes. Zhuqing's words make sense. I feel that this 4-6 split is too strange!"

Ning Rongrong added, "He said that he was too ugly and was afraid of scaring the Pope. It was obviously an excuse. The Pope did not say much because of the crowd. But we can always take off his mask during the competition and see who he really is. Who knows, he might even be a stinky old man. "

Wang Feng: "…"

Haha, I'm sorry, but I've already heard your tactics.

You want to take off my mask? No way.

Do you want it to be the same as last time?

"It shouldn't be that easy … Can any of you get close to him?"

Tang San hesitated. "Also, that six-ringed Soul Emperor senior is the Master's friend. That's why we could do that. But this 4-6 split has nothing to do with us. We won't go all out. "

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Yes, they dared to do that in the Setting Sun Forest because that six-ringed Soul Emperor senior was the Master's friend.

It wouldn't hurt them.

But this 4-6 split might not necessarily happen.

Wang Fengxin thought to himself, That's right.

It doesn't matter who wins or loses tomorrow. Anyway, he doesn't need the soul bone.

Just like this, the group fell silent. Wang Feng used the golden lotus to completely heal Tang San's injuries and went back to rest.

The next day.

The final competition would determine the real champion.

The weather today was exceptionally good. After waking up, Wang Feng put on his black robe and white mask and walked up the stairs to the Pope's Palace.

In fact, no matter what happened today, whether Wang Feng won or lost, he would be able to enter the Pope's Palace.

The previous matches were held outside the Pontiff's Palace, but Wang Feng was constantly paying attention to Xiao Wu. He was a little worried that her Yearning Heartbroken Grass would fall off if he wasn't careful. If that happened, it wouldn't be good. Even though Wang Feng knew that Tang Hao should be hiding in the Pope's Palace, Wang Feng didn't sense any aura.

As for whether his identity would be exposed or not, it would depend on how much strength Tang San and the others could make him use.

In fact, as long as Tang San and the others could make him use the strength of Second Gear, it would be easy to guess. It would be even easier if he used the void realm.

However, when he walked up the stairs, Wang Fengxin had a bad feeling.

'Logically speaking, the original plot has changed a lot because of my appearance. Xiao Wu's identity shouldn't be exposed, right?'

Wang Feng thought for a while.

Thinking of this, Wang Feng was quite excited. If Xiao Wu's identity wasn't exposed, then a lot of the plot would change because of him.

He also felt a sense of accomplishment.

On the plaza outside the Pope's Palace.

Bibidon's expression was a little unpleasant as it was the last round of the finals, but there was nothing she could say.

No matter who won or lost, it had nothing to do with the Martial Soul Hall.

In addition to the people from yesterday, Hu Liena also watched quietly behind Bibidon. After the competition, she would ask Nine One-Kai about yesterday's one-on-one battle. How did he break her ten-thousand-year soul skill?

On the plaza.

"Eh … there seem to be two more Titled Douluo."

Suddenly, Wang Feng looked at the spectator stands and was stunned.

Originally, there were only Bibidon, the Chrysanthemum Douluo, the Ghost Douluo, and the Sword Douluo.

However, there were two more chairs, and on each of them sat a Titled Douluo in a golden robe with gemstones embedded in the chest.

However, their auras were slightly weaker than the Chrysanthemum Douluo and the Ghost Douluo.

The two Titled Douluo gave Wang Feng a bad feeling.

However, after thinking about it, as long as Xiao Wu's identity wasn't exposed, there shouldn't be any problems.

At this moment, Wang Feng walked onto the plaza. At the same time, Shrek's Seven Monsters, who had rested for the night, also walked onto the plaza.

The confrontation between the two sides reminded Wang Feng of the first time he fought Shrek's Seven Monsters two years ago.

However, the current him was completely different from the him two years ago.

Similarly, Tang San and the others were also very different from two years ago.

Logically speaking, Tang San's injuries couldn't be healed in a day. The shattered Eight Spider Spear on his back would take at least a few days to completely repair.

However, Wang Feng used the golden lotus to heal him last night.

Therefore, Shrek's Seven Monsters were no different from yesterday. They were in their best condition.

"Get ready for the competition. Release your martial souls!"

With the red-robed bishop's command, the competition started!

At night …

(End of chapter)