novelhk Chapter 55 Tang 3's Master?
Chapter 55 Tang 3's Master?
Chapter 55 Tang San's Master?
On the day of the finals, the atmosphere in the entire Wuhun City became somewhat solemn.
The bright sunlight shone down on the earth, and under its rays, the Papal Palace appeared even more magnificent, like a divine abode.
In front of the Papal Palace, two rows of paladin knights lined up from the entrance to the foot of the mountain. Their bright silver armor and heavy swords made the entire Papal Mountain even more majestic.
Apart from Tianshui Academy, which had already conceded defeat and secured third place in the competition, all the eliminated teams had left, and some weren't even allowed to watch the final day's battles. Only the truly strong young talents were qualified to step onto the plaza in front of the Papal Palace.
Early in the morning, the two teams that had advanced to the finals were already waiting quietly in front of the Papal Palace. Teachers from both academies were not allowed to stand in the square and could only wait on the perimeter.
All eighteen finalists stood silently in the square, awaiting the final moment. In the distance, Tang San stood outside the square, his head bowed, his fists clenched so tightly they almost bled.
He was filled with hatred, a burning resentment within him. Even at the very end, he failed to secure a spot on the main team, excluded from the final competition. During yesterday's final battle planning, he publicly questioned his decision, arguing that he deserved a starting position and should play in the finals. Zhong Li's response was, "Previous battles have clearly demonstrated that your individual ability is somewhat inferior to Jiang Zhu's, and Jiang Zhu is more suited to our team's tactical system. Therefore, rationally speaking, you cannot play in the finals."
What do you mean by "from a generally rational perspective"? You're clearly a despicable person who prioritizes personal gain over public duty, favoring your own protégés! Xue Li, you're courting death! You can't stay at this Broken Sky Dou Royal Second Soul Master Academy for even a day longer!
At this moment, Tang San even felt a pang of regret. He should have firmly told Grandmaster that he wanted to leave the academy and the team. If he had switched teams and made himself the core, wouldn't he have been able to stand on the final battle stage?
However, no matter how much hatred he felt, there was nothing he could do at this moment, and he could only watch helplessly as the other team members walked onto the plaza. Compared to Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others were much calmer.
"Sigh, I hope Jiangzhu and the others can defeat the Spirit Hall team. It hasn't been easy for us to get this far."
Ma Hongjun sighed softly and said.
Oscar nodded. As a commoner Soul Master, to still be qualified to stay in Spirit City and watch this final match from the outside was already a great honor. He also understood the gap between his strength and that of the main team members—a gap that was almost impossible to bridge.
Dai Mubai looked utterly dejected. Ever since that day, when he was blasted off the Soul Arena by Davis in just a few moves, he had been like this. Seeing his disciple in this state, Flander could only let out a soft sigh. He knew that this disciple was completely ruined.
The plaza in front of the Papal Palace is as vast as the competition arena used previously. The plaza is paved with unique stones, and upon closer inspection, one can see that these stones have a faint, lustrous sheen. Although they are not real jade, they far surpass ordinary rocks, demonstrating the immense wealth of the Spirit Hall.
At this moment, a group of twelve cardinals emerged from the side door of the Papal Palace. Their rank was second only to the platinum bishops. They slowly walked to the front of the Papal Palace and lined up on both sides, six on each side, standing in neat rows.
The leading cardinal announced in a loud voice: "His Holiness the Pope has arrived!"
"Long live! Long live! Long live!" The three shouts, like a torrent of water and a roaring tsunami, resounded throughout the entire Spirit City. This was not only the cry of the neatly lined-up Paladin Knights on Mount Papa, but also the shared sentiment of all the Spirit Masters in Spirit City who could not approach Mount Papa. To them, the Pope was their supreme faith.
As the massive palace doors slowly opened, the emblems on the two doors gradually shifted away, drawing everyone's attention involuntarily. Even the seven elite members of the Spirit Hall Academy felt their hearts race with excitement.
As the golden generation of the Spirit Hall, even at the glorious moment when they were awarded the Purple Record Medal, they only saw the Pope once.
Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, walked out of the Papal Palace with a solemn expression, dressed in a long, gleaming gold gown, wearing a purple-gold crown, and holding a scepter. She seemed almost ethereal, appearing incredibly tall.
At this moment, no one noticed her stunning beauty, for she represented the supreme authority of the Pope of the Spirit Hall. Her long, shimmering gold dress fit her perfectly, its dazzling brilliance adorned with over a hundred red, blue, and gold gems that sparkled brilliantly. The purple-gold crown atop her head was even more dazzling; all the light seemed to converge upon her alone.
At this moment, all members of the Spirit Hall knelt on one knee, saying, "Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope and Your Majesty the Holy Maiden. Long live Your Holiness the Pope! Long live Your Majesty the Holy Maiden!"
The Holy Maiden? Those present were all taken aback. When did the Spirit Hall acquire such a title?
The Spirit Hall did indeed have a Holy Maiden in its history, but she was generally referred to as "Her Highness the Holy Maiden." Moreover, the Holy Maiden was merely a disciple and successor of the Pope. What merit did she have to be mentioned alongside the Pope at this moment, and even be called "Nine Thousand Years Old"?
Following Bibi Dong out was not the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, nor an elder of the Spirit Hall, nor any well-known figure on the continent; it was a woman wearing a light-colored gauze dress, with a veil draped over her head and her face covered by a light veil, revealing only a pair of purplish-red eyes.
Those eyes seemed to reflect all aspects of the mortal world, carrying countless mysteries; if you stared into those eyes for a while, you would almost involuntarily fall into them, making you wonder if you were in the human world or in some dreamlike fairyland.
Walking behind this woman were three Title Douluos dressed in red formal attire, as well as Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, who held the title of honorary elder of the Spirit Hall.
Only three types of people can emerge from the main gate of the Papal Palace. First, the Pope himself. Second, those who have proven their strength as Title Douluos. Third, the elders of the Spirit Hall. Apart from these three, even Platinum Bishops and the emperors of the two great empires are not qualified to enter or leave this gate.
Everyone was filled with questions: Who exactly was the mysterious woman following Bibi Dong? Why did she hold such a high position within the Spirit Hall? Moreover, although she hadn't revealed her face, her smooth skin suggested she was still a young woman. Of course, with the strength of the Spirit Hall's Pope, even someone in their forties or fifties could look as young as twenty-nine.
Which type of woman is she, really?
As the woman stepped out of the main gate of the Papal Palace, her gaze met that of a pair of amber eyes outside the square. Then, she calmly looked away, as if nothing had happened.
At the moment this woman appeared, Tang San also had a strange feeling; the power within his body seemed to become more active.
"Third Brother, why are you staring at him from afar?"
Xiao Wu shook Tang San's arm with a hint of jealousy and said...
"No. I'm just curious about who this person is, that he's able to follow behind the Pope."
Tang San reluctantly withdrew his gaze, speaking insincerely. At that moment, he was also somewhat surprised; why... why, for a fleeting instant, had he felt an urge to rush forward and kneel before that woman's gauze skirt? Impossible! I, a member of the prestigious Tang Clan, have a man's knees worth gold; how could I possibly have such a thought!
This woman is no good; just thinking about it, wanting to say "this person is courting death," even having such thoughts in her mind, she feels a strong sense of guilt and unease.
Just as Tang San was feeling extremely conflicted and distressed, the Pope began to offer encouragement before the competition.
"I see hope in you. Before the Papal Palace, I hope to see your full potential and strength. The ultimate victor will receive the Spirit Hall's greatest reward."
Pope Bibi Dong recited the instructions as if reading a program. Then, she waved her scepter, and three soul bones appeared in mid-air, attracting everyone's attention.
It must be said that three whole soul bones are incredibly attractive. The entire Spirit City was practically in an uproar, as almost everyone could see this scene. If this weren't the Papal Palace, and if it weren't for the presence of several Title Douluos, people would probably have already succumbed to their greed and rushed forward to snatch them.
However, even with such a reward, Bibi Dong's face remained expressionless. It was as if everything was merely a task arranged by her master.
After the introductions of the soul bones, the competition officially began. Both teams released their soul rings. Even the spectators, who already had a general understanding of the strength of both sides, couldn't help but be slightly amazed. So many Soul Kings appearing in a single Soul Master Tournament; such a scene was rare even in history.
It seems that in the near future, another golden age will arrive in the world of Soul Masters!
(End of this chapter)