Tang San's ruthlessness made his opponents in the second arena match couldn't help but sigh.
If Tang San had been more than four or five years old, I'm afraid that his opponent would definitely be dead or alive in this round.
It's a pity that there are not so many what-ifs in this world, and this kid just likes to seek death.
A six or seven-year-old child with a fifteenth-level soul power comes to the battlefield to fight to death. This is simply a true portrayal of an old man who has eaten arsenic and is impatient to live.
The opponent's disdainful reaction made Tang San grit his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled involuntarily, showing a very uneasy and frightened expression, but he still shouted at his opponent forcefully.
"You, what do you have to be proud of? Aren't you just ten levels higher than me? I, I'm not afraid of you. I will definitely...defeat you today!"
Tang San showed a fearful and arrogant look at this moment, making countless people present burst out laughing.
"Haha, this kid is scared. He's so scared. He's wet his pants, right?"
"It's possible, it's very possible. Haha, a brat like this who doesn't even have full hair is still running to compete in a life-and-death competition. He must be deflated this time."
"Boy, hurry up and get out of here. Don't waste everyone's time. You can save a dog's life by admitting defeat."
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The onlookers in the audience once again applauded Tang San, but Tang San looked panicked and even trembling.
In fact, the mature soul that traveled through his previous life made him feel as stable as an old dog at the moment. In his previous life, he was the most outstanding being among the outer disciples of the Tang Sect.
It is no exaggeration to say that he has a wit and a calm mind that are not inferior to most of the inner disciples.
Not to mention that he is only facing a level 29 great soul master now, even if he is facing a soul master or even a soul sect level expert, he will never be afraid.
Whether you can beat it or not is another matter.
The fact that he was pretending to be so scared at this moment was a tactic he came up with, which was to let the other party see his fear as much as possible so as to make the other party relax.
At present, he may not be a match for this level 29 great soul master, but in terms of scheming, there is absolutely no one in the entire Soto City Great Soul Fighting Arena who is his match.
Sure enough, after Tang San showed a cowardly and arrogant expression, his opponents couldn't help but feel pity for him.
"Little guy, I suggest you just admit defeat. With your 6 or 7-year-old age and fifteenth-level soul power, you can't beat me.
Your qualifications are very good. You have reached this level at the age of only 6 or 7 years old, and you have two martial arts souls.
As long as you are given enough time, one day you will become a well-deserved pride of heaven, but not now."
Although Tang San's opponent was not a good person, as a captive battle slave, he knew how difficult it was to survive in the life and death arena.
I don't know how many people will die in this arena every day. Even he himself doesn't know when he will die. He can only live one day at a time.
But facing such a child who was only 6 or 7 years old, he was cruelly forced to participate in a life and death fighting ring.
This undoubtedly aroused his pity, and he hoped that Tang San could voluntarily give up, lest he end up dying young.
At this moment, Tang San also knew that he had successfully won sympathy. In order to make his opponent further relax his vigilance, he lowered his head slightly, his body was still trembling. After a moment of silence, he shook his head with a bitter look on his face.
"I'm sorry, I can't do it. I can't surrender in today's battle. Even if I lose and are beaten to death by you, I can't surrender.
Otherwise, my teacher will personally beat me to death, and even if I don't die, I will be unable to eat for three days. I can't admit defeat..."
The pitiful look Tang San showed at this moment immediately made everyone present sigh.
Although most of the contestants in the life-and-death fighting arena are captive fighting slaves, generally speaking, those who can compete in the arena are over twelve years old and have soul powers in their twenties.
And this boy was only 6 years old, and his teacher forced him to compete in the ring. If he dared to admit defeat, he would be beaten to death or starved for three days.
Is this kind of crazy teacher still a human being? Don’t you think it’s shameful?
At this moment, Tang San's opponent had the illusion that he felt the same way. After all, he was also a battle slave raised by his master, but he was still luckier.
At least, it was the same for me. After two years of family decline, I was sold to Soto City from other places.
After seeing his pretty good strength and potential, his master bought him and made him a battle slave.
Moreover, the master generally rarely allows himself to come to the death fighting arena. He will only ask himself to come here to fight for his life when betting with others.
In comparison, he was much luckier than the six-year-old child in front of him. Thinking of this, he slowly walked towards Tang San, intending to comfort the poor child before the game started.
He wasn't afraid that Tang San would suddenly get angry and launch a thunderous strike at him. After all, he was only a 6 or 7-year-old child. No matter how scheming he was, he couldn't outplay him.
What's more, with the agility and speed of his agility attack spirit, if the kid in front of him really dares to play tricks on him, by the time he reacts, he will have to face his most violent anger.
The owner who kept him in captivity didn't have any objections when he saw this scene. The most important thing is that this kid is only 6 or 7 years old and has level 15 soul power and dual martial souls.
If his battle slave can appease this brat and make him surrender obediently, then after he surrenders, he can go to the brat's teacher and buy him.
If such a young yet extremely qualified combat slave could be bought by me.
You only need to keep him in captivity for about ten years. In the future, this little devil will become your cash cow. By then, no matter how much you invest, you will be able to earn back.
But what he didn't expect was that the two of them were getting closer and closer on the ring, with only one meter remaining between them.
Tang San raised his left arm, and the sleeve arrow hidden in his sleeve suddenly shot out at this moment, aiming clearly at his opponent's heart.
Although the power of the sleeve arrow is not very high and the speed is not very fast, it was shot suddenly at a distance of only one meter.
Even if Tang San's opponent was fourteen levels higher than him, even if he was a great spirit master with an agility-type martial spirit, he was immediately shot straight through the heart by a sleeve arrow.
After the sleeve arrow pierced the heart of Tang San's opponent, it still flew forward, and finally shot into a wooden stake on the ring, still stained with his blood.
But the blood turned black at this moment, and there was no doubt that the arrow had been poisoned in advance.
Tangshan's opponent looked in shock as his heart was pierced, and black blood was flowing out. His eyes were as big as a bell, and he pointed at him with his right hand and asked.
"You, you are actually playing dirty tricks...you..."