Chapter 260 The Champion
Upon seeing this message sent by Lu Ming.
The group chat erupted again.
[Want a sweet romance]: Wow! Emperor Lu is so domineering! He even dares to provoke the Pope!
[My cat is white and big]: It is indeed domineering, and no one can match its power.
[Little Witch]: Your Holiness, do you dare to accept the challenge? We're cheering you on!
Bibi Dong stood on the stage.
He stared intently at Lu Ming on the arena.
The fingernails had dug deep into the flesh of the palm, drawing a trace of blood.
She suppressed her anger.
As the chief referee of the competition, she had no choice but to step onto the stage.
He spoke in an extremely curt tone.
"I hereby announce..."
"The champion of this year's Continental Elite Soul Master Academy Tournament is..."
Bibi Dong closed her eyes and uttered those three words with great difficulty.
"Blue Tyrant Academy..."
On the arena.
Hearing Bibi Dong announce the results.
Lu Ming released his hand from Hu Liena's shoulder.
Hu Liena immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.
He slumped limply to the ground.
She lowered her eyes.
She bit her bloodless lips tightly.
Her eyes welled up with tears.
But she stubbornly refused to let her tears fall.
Despite losing to such a demonic man, she couldn't even muster a trace of hatred.
Only a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration remained.
Lu Ming stood in front of her, not leaving immediately.
He looked down at the utterly defeated saintess.
Hu Liena's clothes were covered in dust.
Her once delicate face was now covered in mud.
Especially her once smooth, short, golden hair, which was now completely disheveled.
A few strands of hair, soaked with sweat, clung messily to her fair cheeks.
Lu Ming extended his right hand.
He leaned closer to Hu Liena's face.
Seeing Lu Ming's actions.
Hu Liena trembled with fright and instinctively shrank her neck.
She thought this domineering man was going to humiliate her in some other way.
Or perhaps they wanted to physically cripple her.
She closed her eyes tightly in fear.
Her long eyelashes trembled incessantly.
However.
The expected pain did not occur.
Instead, there was a gentle touch on my forehead.
Lu Ming's fingers gently traced across her forehead.
He casually tidied her messy hair.
He gently tucked the few strands of hair, damp with sweat, behind her ears.
His movements were extremely natural.
The warm touch on her fingertips made Hu Liena stiffen.
Lu Ming's movements were so gentle that they didn't seem like he was in a competition.
It was more like comforting a frightened little sister.
This extreme sense of contrast.
This caused Hu Liena's mind to go blank for a moment.
She suddenly opened her eyes.
He stared blankly at Lu Ming, who was so close to him.
The domineering and cold expression that had been on that handsome face was gone.
Instead, there is a tranquility that makes one feel as if bathed in a gentle breeze.
Hu Liena felt her heart skip a beat.
Immediately afterwards, my heart started pounding like a deer.
A wave of heat quickly spread upwards from her neck.
Hu Liena's face turned so red it was almost bleeding.
Even the roots of her ears turned bright red.
In all her life, apart from her brother Xie Yue, she had never been so intimately touched by any man.
What's more, this man in front of her had just defeated her with an overwhelming advantage.
It completely destroyed her pride.
Hu Liena lowered her head.
She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands.
I don't dare to look at people at all.
She didn't dare to look at the surrounding audience.
All she wants to do right now is crawl into a hole in the ground.
But the touch of that gentle hand seemed to leave an imprint on her heart.
It just won't go away.
Tang San, sitting below the stage, witnessed everything.
His jaw was clenched so tightly that his eyes were full of disdain.
Tang San sneered inwardly.
This man was not only arrogant, but also a lecher.
On the arena of the continent-wide competition, he openly flirted with the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall.
Such disregard for male virtues and indulgence in extravagance and debauchery is truly a path to certain death!
If such scoundrels are not eliminated, they will sooner or later wreak havoc on the entire Soul Master world.
As a disciple of the Tang Clan, I, Tang San, should act on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice!
Yu Xiaogang was so angry he was jumping up and down.
He pointed towards the ring and started cursing.
"This is an insult to scholarship! An insult to scholarship!"
"To make such a frivolous move in broad daylight, is this how Liu Erlong teaches her disciples?!"
"This is a disgrace to the Soul Master world!"
[Little Witch]: Hey! Lu Ming! What are you doing with your hands!
[The cutest bunny]: Ugh! I'm so angry! How could you touch her hair, Emperor Lu!
[The cutest bunny]: You clearly said you would only touch my hair!
[Want a sweet romance]: Oh my god, this is too sweet! A tough guy on the field suddenly transforms into a gentle and warm man—who could resist!
[Wanting a sweet romance]: Hu Liena's face turned bright red; she must be smitten.
[The most innocent fox]: I...I didn't...Don't talk nonsense...
[My cat is white and big]: Look, it can't even speak clearly anymore.
[Liu Erlong]: You brat, you can't resist flirting with other girls even on the field.
[Liu Erlong]: Come back and see how I deal with you!
[A-Yin]: This kid is quite good at winning over girls.
[Little Witch]: Yu Xiaogang is still cursing down there.
[Little Witch]: Saying that our Heavenly Emperor Lu is an insult to civilization.
[Little Witch]: Aunt Erlong, your taste in the past was really not good. How could you have fallen for such a piece of trash?
[Liu Erlong]: Don't mention that good-for-nothing to me. I feel disgusted just looking at his face.
[Liu Erlong]: A coward who only knows how to hide behind others.
[Poison Fairy]: Your Holiness, it seems your precious disciple is about to be kidnapped by our Heavenly Emperor Lu.
[Your Holiness]: Huliena! Stand up! Stop making a fool of yourself!
Seeing Bibi Dong's outburst in the group chat.
Hu Liena was startled.
She quickly got up from the ground.
She didn't dare to look at Lu Ming again and stumbled towards the Spirit Hall's rest area.
That figure, no matter how you look at it, exudes a sense of fleeing in panic.
The referee stood alone on the edge of the ravaged ring.
His two lower legs were trembling violently and uncontrollably.
The referee glanced at Xie Yue lying in a pool of blood, then turned to look at the Pope on the high platform.
Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, stinging his eyes.
He swallowed hard and shakily raised the amplifying soul guide in his hand.
"The ultimate winner of this competition..."
The referee managed to utter a few words with a dry throat.
The entire Papal Square fell into a deathly silence, as everyone awaited the final verdict.
Blue Tyrant Academy wins!
The referee's last two words were completely shaky due to extreme tension.
But this off-key announcement became the perfect trigger to ignite the entire venue.
The deafening applause erupted like a volcanic eruption.
A deafening roar erupted from the stands, tearing through the clouds.
The entire audience was cheering wildly for this unprecedented dark horse.
In stark contrast to this enthusiastic atmosphere was the darkest corner of the preparation area.
Several students from Shrek Academy were huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.
Dai Mubai slammed his fists against the stone wall, his knuckles oozing bright red blood.
Ma Hongjun buried his enormous head between his legs, his obese body trembling like a leaf in the wind.
Oscar slumped to the ground, his eyes glazed over, his face deathly pale.
They knew perfectly well that they were completely finished.
Having offended Lu Ming, a terrifying monster who disregards rules, absolutely no force on the entire continent would dare to take them in again.
Tang San leaned firmly against the cold wall.
His chest heaving violently was like a broken bellows, constantly emitting heavy breathing sounds.
The Purple Demon Eyes were completely congested with blood, filled with countless red blood vessels.
This should have been the supreme glory of Shrek Academy.
All these overwhelming cheers were originally intended for Tang San.
He possesses twin martial souls and masters the ultimate techniques of the Tang Sect; he should be the sole protagonist of this continent.
But that bastard Lu Ming completely ruined his perfect life trajectory.
Lu Ming snatched Xiao Wu away and trampled his dignity into the mud in front of all the Soul Masters in the world.
Tang San's right hand slowly reached for the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist.
His fingers gripped the storage belt tightly.
Tang San secretly vowed to create the Buddha's Wrath Lotus as soon as possible.
Even a monster that has absorbed a ten-thousand-year soul ring will only face certain death in the face of the Tang Sect's top-tier hidden weapons.
He was determined to make sure Lu Ming was completely wiped out, if he could seize the opportunity.
Yu Xiaogang's situation was a hundred times worse than that of his students.
This once self-important theoretical master was now completely slumped on the bench.
Yu Xiaogang's mouth was wide open, and a trail of murky saliva even dripped from the corner of his mouth.
The ten core competencies of his martial soul, which he had devoted half his life to researching, were torn to shreds by a fifteen-year-old boy today.
The third spirit ring absorbed a ten-thousand-year level, allowing him to crush a martial spirit fusion technique with his bare hands.
These completely illogical realities shattered Yu Xiaogang's pride.
He knew that from now on, he would be a complete joke in the world of Soul Masters.
Lu Ming, standing in the center of the arena, paid no attention to the despair on Shrek's side.
He turned around and waved towards the Blue Tyrant Academy's preparation area.
Ning Rongrong screamed excitedly and was the first to rush onto the dilapidated arena.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing followed closely behind, their eyes filled with tears of excitement.
The Blue Tyrant Academy team members quickly gathered behind Lu Ming.
Their eyes were filled with unreserved fervor and worship as they looked at Lu Ming.
[Little Witch]: We won! We won! We are the champions!
[Little Witch]: I knew it! With our Emperor Lu Tian here, what is the Spirit Hall?
[Bunny is the cutest]: Emperor Lu Tian looked absolutely stunning just now!
[My cat is white and big]: Facts speak louder than words, the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall is simply no match for them.
[Poison Fairy]: Look at Tang San, he's hiding in the corner, his face is green with anger, he's a complete clown.
[Want a sweet romance]: I'm drooling over Lu Tiandi right now. I'd feel super safe around him.
[A-Yin]: It's really gratifying to see those hypocritical people get their comeuppance.
[I have no mother]: The Spirit Hall has completely lost face this time.
[Liu Erlong]: Ming'er, well done! Tonight, your teacher will throw you the grandest celebration banquet ever!
[Lu Tiandi]: It's just basic stuff, everyone don't need to get so worked up.
[Emperor Lu Tian]: The main event is about to begin.
[Lu Tiandi]: We should go collect our spoils.
Lu Ming led his team across the broken stone slabs.
They walked in perfect unison to the foot of the podium in front of the Papal Palace.
Lu Ming stopped and slightly raised his chin.
His deep gaze pierced through the high steps and looked directly at Bibi Dong at the top.
There was no reverence for the Pope in his eyes.
Only the victors have the composure and dominance to demand their spoils.
Bibi Dong stood on the edge of the high platform.
The night wind rustled her magnificent papal robes.
Her chest was heaving very rapidly.
A raging fire of anger surged wildly within her.
She stared intently at the arrogant young man below, wishing she could kill him on the spot.
However, the chat group messages that kept popping up in her mind were frantically stimulating her nerves.
[Little Witch]: Your Holiness, please don't stand up there in the cold wind.
[Little Witch]: Hurry up and come down to present the awards! Where are our three soul bones?
[Little Witch]: You're not a sore loser, are you? You're trying to cheat in front of the whole continent, aren't you?
[The cutest bunny]: If the dignified Spirit Hall can't even afford this small prize, then they might as well disband.
[I have no mother]: A bet is a bet, does the Spirit Hall not even have the most basic sense of morality?
[Your Holiness]: All of you, shut your mouths!
[Your Holiness]: The Spirit Hall keeps its promises!
Bibi Dong abruptly severed her visual connection with the chat group screen.
She took a deep breath.
The crisp, cool air filled my lungs, forcibly suppressing the intense turmoil in my heart.
She absolutely cannot lose the Pope's dignity in front of all the Soul Masters in the world.
Bibi Dong put on a dignified and solemn expression again.
Holding the magnificent scepter, she strode down from the platform.
The high heels clicked crisply on the hard granite steps.
A servant dressed in red rushed out of the side hall.
The servant carried a huge tray covered with red velvet.
Bibi Dong walked to the bottom of the steps and stood face to face with Lu Ming.
The distance between the two was less than a meter.
The servant respectfully held the tray to Bibi Dong's side, then reached out and lifted the layer of red velvet.
Three radiant soul bones were instantly exposed to the air.
A right arm bone radiating a fiery red light.
A skull shrouded in pale blue mist.
There is also a left leg bone that is surging with cyan wind elements.
An extremely dense fluctuation of soul power instantly spread outwards.
The audience craned their necks, their eyes revealing undisguised greed.
This is a priceless treasure capable of triggering a bloodbath.
But under Lu Ming's absolute power, no one dared to make a move.
Bibi Dong turned to the side and picked up the heavy tray with both hands.
Her wide purple sleeves slipped slightly, revealing two slender, fair wrists.
Bibi Dong handed the tray to Lu Ming in front of her.
"Blue Tyrant Academy, this is your championship reward."
Bibi Dong's tone was very stiff, and there was not a trace of congratulations in her voice.
(End of chapter)