Chapter 242: The First Royal Battle Team’s Arrogance

Chapter 242: The First Royal Battle Team's Arrogance

Spirit City was unlike other major cities. The residents here were either spirit masters or closely related to spirit masters; almost everyone had some connection to them.

Moreover, the city upheld the values of strength and respect for the powerful more intensely than anywhere else.

Without any elaborate promotion, the semifinals began after a two-day break.

The venue was the Grand Spirit Arena of Spirit City, with knights dispatched by the Spirit Hall maintaining order. The crowd was simply too large, leaving no other choice—almost everyone in Spirit City had come!

Most of the audience were either spirit masters or people with a deep understanding of the profession.

Only the final matches to determine the top three were held outside the Pope's Hall, an honor beyond compare for young spirit masters.

What kind of existence was the Spirit Hall?

The Pope's Hall was the pinnacle of authority within the Spirit Hall. For a young spirit master, having the opportunity to compete there was a lifelong bragging right.

"This is outrageous! The First Royal Battle Team is too arrogant!"

"Even though they don't have a match today, this is the opening ceremony of the semifinals, and they only sent their team leader?"

"If it weren't for the draw tomorrow, do you think even the leader would've bothered to show up?"

"Well…"

It wasn't an exaggeration—if not for the mandatory presence required for the draw, Qin Ming might not have attended either.

What could he do?

As the team leader, he had to attend the draw.

The team members could afford not to show up because, frankly, there was no way they could lose. No matter who their opponents were, defeat was simply not an option.

But as the team leader, he didn't have the luxury of being so carefree!

"Hmph, they're just full of themselves! As expected of a bunch of noble brats—they're certainly unique!"

Yan clenched his fists tightly, clearly infuriated by the lack of respect.

He was a prodigy who had reached the level of Spirit King at a young age. Other than Xie Yue and Hu Liena, he refused to acknowledge anyone as his equal!

"Calm down. When the match comes, we'll teach them a lesson. Only by crushing their pride on the stage will they understand how narrow-minded they are!"

Xie Yue patted Yan's shoulder, his voice cold and firm.

Xie Yue wasn't one to speak much, but Yan was his close friend, and he didn't want to see him consumed by anger.

Even though Xie Yue himself was equally furious!

"By the way, Elder Chrysanthemum mentioned we should keep an eye on someone named Tang San from the Second Royal Battle Team. He might be a strong rival for second place…"

At these words, the expressions of Hu Liena and the rest of the Golden Generation darkened.

What kind of joke was this?

A rival for second place?

How insulting!

But since the advice came from a Title Douluo, they couldn't refute it.

Tang San?

Who was he to be compared to the Golden Generation?

"This Second Royal Battle Team—they're the champions of the Heaven Dou qualifiers? Could it be that these noble brats either bought their way through or that Heaven Dou's teams were just too weak?"

"Enough speculation. Their match is about to start. Let's watch and see for ourselves."

Meanwhile, on Tang San's side, his gaze had been vacant for several days.

The teacher leading the Second Royal Battle Team noticed this and was deeply concerned.

Could Tang San have been scared senseless by the Fallen One?

The other Heaven Dou heirs, despite their frivolous reputations, hadn't ended up like Tang San. When the Fallen One attacked, they had shown remarkable bravery, standing their ground without hesitation.

After all, while they might be pampered, their ancestors had carved out their legacies through blood and sacrifice for the commoners. No matter how spoiled they were, when the moment of truth came, they had to rise to the occasion!

Even if they perished, their families would inherit the glory.

"Tang San, the match is about to begin! Can you adjust your mindset or not?"

The Second Royal Battle Team's teacher practically shouted at him, overwhelmed with urgency.

Without Tang San in the lineup, could they even hope to win?

The teacher had a clear understanding of the team's actual capabilities.

"A match? What match? It's hopeless. I can't beat him…"

Tang San muttered instinctively.

Yu Tiankong, with a mere wave of his hand, could summon rolling thunder, roiling clouds, and a crimson sun that painted the sky.

When facing a Spirit Douluo-level opponent, he didn't even need a second strike to claim victory.

And now, Kong had already reached the level of Spirit Douluo and possessed eight hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!

How could anyone fight against that?

Even if Tang San cultivated his second martial soul, and all its spirit rings were also hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, he would barely qualify to contend with Kong.

Barely!

"It's impossible to win. We're doomed to lose. All my years of effort…"

Before Tang San could finish his sentence, the Second Team's teacher, unable to bear it any longer, slapped him hard across the face!

He wanted to wake Tang San up. He finally understood that Tang San wasn't frightened by the Fallen Ones; his true fear stemmed from comparing himself to that monstrous genius!

Did Tang San not understand his own abilities?

Why compare yourself to such an unattainable figure? Compare yourself to your peers!

"Smack!"

The crisp sound snapped Tang San out of his daze. He looked at the Second Team's teacher in disbelief.

"You actually dared to hit me?"

"I hit you to wake you up! You have twin martial souls, an extraordinary gift!"

"Your talent surpasses 99% of the genius spirit masters on the Douluo Continent. To call you a once-in-a-century prodigy isn't an exaggeration."

"But why do you insist on comparing yourself to a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius?"

"Can't you be normal for once and compare yourself to people your age?"

The Second Team's teacher spoke in frustration, like a parent who was disappointed but still hopeful. He wasn't just any teacher—he had the skills and experience to qualify as a Heaven Dou-level instructor and the leader of the Second Team.

"Tang San, twenty years from now, you'll also be someone admired across the Douluo Continent. For now, recognize your own potential and stop obsessing over things that don't matter!"

Hearing this, a glimmer of light finally returned to Tang San's eyes.

However, he still harbored resentment over the slap.

Not everyone could hit him and get away with it!

He would remember this slap!

Fortunately, the Second Team's teacher had no idea what Tang San was thinking. If he had, he wouldn't have cared about Tang San even if the team lost.

No good deed goes unpunished, especially when it leaves someone bearing a grudge.

"Who's the opponent?"

Tang San rubbed his face and asked.

The slap had indeed hurt, which was why it managed to wake him up.

"An ordinary advanced academy from the Star Luo Empire."

Their luck was good; they didn't have to face a strong opponent right at the start. Winning this match would give them a day of rest before the next round.

The semifinals weren't based on a points system—losing meant elimination. The hidden strength and skills that teams had conserved in earlier rounds would be unleashed here.

Some opponents they had defeated before might have deliberately lost to lull them into a false sense of security.

If they let their guard down or continued hiding their strength, they could lose unexpectedly!

"Hmph, aside from him, I, Tang San, fear no one…"

(End of Chapter)

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