N-A-A Chapter 63 The Final Three: Fire Dance's Kiss.
Chapter 63 The Final Three: Fire Dance's Kiss.
Chapter 63 The Final Three: Fire Dance's Kiss.
Su Mo's feelings were complicated, but seeing Huo Wu unharmed put his mind at ease.
He had just seen Huo Wu's appearance clearly, and the despair in her eyes reminded him of Xiao Wu two years ago.
Xiao Wu was in such despair back then, because Chen Xin and Tang Hao's selfish desires made her a fish on a chopping board.
"Teacher, was it you who intervened?"
Huo Wu gasped for breath, her voice trembling with excitement.
"It wasn't me, it was that gentleman."
The teacher in charge pointed at Su Mo, as he had clearly sensed the fluctuations in Su Mo's soul power.
Seeing Huo Wu looking over, Su Mo smiled back, not paying much attention.
For him, it was just a small favor.
"Tang San, were you just trying to kill someone?!"
Feng Xiaotian, dragging his injured body, said hysterically.
The person he loved most almost lost their life.
Tang San frowned and argued, "I couldn't control that iron hammer at all. I never had any intention to kill."
Feng Xiaotian stared at Tang San in disbelief, his face contorted with rage.
If he hadn't been seriously injured, he would have killed Tang San on the spot.
He watched Tang San raise the hammer with his own eyes, and watched Tang San swing it with his own eyes.
If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the longsword, Huo Wu would have undoubtedly died.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, the match is over!"
Flander came to the two of them and shielded Tang San behind him.
"What a wonderful Shrek Academy! Excellent!"
Feng Xiaotian clicked his tongue in amazement.
He sneered and walked towards Huo Wu.
Huo Wu stared blankly at Su Mo, unable to snap out of her daze for a long time.
This is what a true man should be like! This is the kind of man she admires most.
"Fire Dance, Fire Dance?"
Feng Xiaotian called out twice before Huo Wu finally came to her senses.
She gasped as she looked at Feng Xiaotian's injuries.
Feng Xiaotian's chest was a bloody mess, with a depression of almost one centimeter.
And that indentation is exactly the shape of a hammer.
Are you alright?
Huo Wu asked with concern.
"fine!"
Hearing the concern in Huo Wu's words, Feng Xiaotian was secretly delighted.
The match ended, and it was already late at night.
"Mistress, what are you planning to do tomorrow?"
The master said with deep concern.
Now that the fusion technique has been exposed, and with so many talented people in the Spirit Hall, surely someone will be able to come up with a way to counter it.
Tang San smiled slightly and replied, "I've already thought of a way."
"What method?"
The master's eyes lit up, and he pressed for an answer.
"This is it!"
Tang San flipped his right hand, and two iron balls appeared.
"This is... a hidden weapon?"
The master frowned slightly.
The use of hidden weapons is not allowed in the competition. If Tang San uses them, he will definitely be held accountable by Bibi Dong.
"That's right, I plan to hide it in the Blue Silver Grass, where it will definitely go unnoticed."
Tang San said confidently.
He estimated that this item could easily kill a Soul King, or even a Soul Emperor.
The master sighed helplessly; the third party was underestimating the Title Douluo.
But now, this is probably the only thing we can rely on to win.
Tang San smiled as he watched the master leave.
With his father's help, he created many hidden weapons.
He even made the Yama's Decree and the Peacock Feather.
However, Peacock Feather currently only has ten types of needles; he hasn't been able to find the materials for the Meteorite Needle and the Seven Kill Needle.
Even so, the Peacock Feather can easily kill Soul Masters below the Soul Saint level.
He was full of confidence for tomorrow's battle.
"What do you want?"
Su Mo looked at the stunningly beautiful girl in front of him and asked in surprise.
"You saved my life, can't I thank you?"
Huo Wu said coquettishly.
"I just can't stand people breaking the rules."
Su Mo said calmly.
After saying that, Su Mo turned and left. Tomorrow was the final, and he needed to conserve his energy.
"Don't go! I haven't thanked you yet!"
Huo Wu hurriedly chased after Su Mo.
Su Mo stopped and turned around after hearing the sound, and Huo Wu bumped into him.
Looking at Su Mo who was so close to her, Huo Wu's face inexplicably turned red.
For some reason, she actually kissed Su Mo directly.
Su Mo hurriedly dodged. He had no romantic feelings for Huo Wu; he only saved her out of pity.
But he was still a step too slow. Although Huo Wu didn't kiss his lips, she still kissed his right cheek.
Huo Wu fled as if running away, and Su Mo sighed helplessly.
Being too handsome can be a problem.
In the distance, Hu Liena's expression was complicated.
She was relieved that Huo Wu hadn't kissed Su Mo on the lips, and also relieved that Su Mo had no feelings for Huo Wu.
After spending more than half a year together, she developed indescribable feelings for Su Mo.
That was a feeling she had for no other man, not even Yan, with whom she had spent several years.
The sun rose as usual.
Today marks the final three teams competing in the Soul Master Tournament.
The three teams that made it to the final three arrived early at the square in front of the Papal Palace.
Su Mo was not among them; he stood at a distance, quietly watching the crowd.
Everyone stood in the square, seemingly waiting for something.
Suddenly, a group of people walked out from the side door of the Papal Palace, and twelve cardinals slowly walked over.
The leader announced loudly, "His Holiness the Pope has arrived."
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
The deafening sound echoed throughout Wuhun City.
The doors of the Papal Palace slowly opened, and everyone looked toward them.
A long, shimmering gold gown enveloped Bibi Dong from head to toe; she held a scepter and wore a nine-curved purple-gold crown.
This woman, who is over forty years old, is in physical condition comparable to that of an eighteen-year-old girl.
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"
All the members of the Spirit Hall knelt on one knee.
The fact that the Shrek Seven Devils did not kneel immediately displeased one of the bishops.
"How dare you! To disrespect His Holiness the Pope!"
Bibi Dong gazed at Tang San and smiled:
"You're Tang Sanyao, the master's disciple?"
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope."
Tang San replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Not bad, you do indeed have some of the spirit of your teacher back then."
Bibi Dong nodded.
"I dare not compare myself to my teacher."
Tang San replied.
He appeared calm and collected, but his heart was in turmoil.
He hadn't expected that the pope would know the master.
Bibi Dong smiled slightly and waved the scepter in her hand: "Rise."
All those who had knelt down stood up, their eyes filled with surprise as they looked at Tang San.
Bibi Dong looked at everyone and smiled;
"In recognition of your performance so far, the final victor will receive a reward from the Spirit Hall."
After he finished speaking, three soul bones of different colors appeared.
Everyone's heart couldn't help but tremble.
If this were in the wild, someone would probably have rushed up and stolen it.
Even Tang San couldn't help but reveal greed in his eyes.
To date, he has not fused with any soul bones, except for the one he obtained from killing Shi Nian a few days ago, but unfortunately it doesn't match him.
Ghost Douluo spoke in a ghostly voice:
"The three soul bones are the skull of wisdom formed by spiritual condensation, the right arm of explosive burning flames, and the left leg of rapid forward movement."
"They all come from ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts. Among them, the wisdom skull formed from concentrated spirit comes from a soul beast that is over fifty thousand years old, and is the best among soul bones."
Upon hearing this, the entire audience erupted in cheers once again.
Everyone knows how precious these soul bones are; many titled Douluo don't even have one.
(End of this chapter)