Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San-Chapter 1008 - 1006: The Man in the Grey Robe

At this moment, even all the Emperors were preoccupied with the recently concluded battle for the throne, it was improbable that anyone would notice this almost imperceptible spatial fluctuation.

After three consecutive teleports, Tang San arrived in a remote little tavern of the Ancestral Court.

Because of the battle for the throne, the majority of spectators were still in the city center near Council Mountain. Therefore, when Tang San arrived at this little tavern, it seemed somewhat tranquil.

In the entire hall, there was only one dark corner with customers, who were so inconspicuous that their existence would go unnoticed unless one deliberately paid attention.

But Tang San naturally noticed it right away, and quickly walked over to sit down opposite it.

"A mug of barley beer," Tang San ordered a drink.

The one sitting opposite him was enveloped in a dark grey cloak, head bowed, face indiscernible.

Tang San didn’t need to see clearly, because even if the other party lifted their head, what could be seen would merely be vaporous haze.

"How is it?" After taking a sip of barley beer, Tang San finally spoke.

"Passable," the voice of the other party was somewhat faint, even somewhat ethereal.

"Shall we continue?" Tang San said.

"We shall. The deposit," spoke the other party in a low and soft voice.

With a lift of his hand, Tang San tossed a storage ring towards the other party.

As the ring flew towards the other party, the light seemed to twist slightly, then just like that, it disappeared.

Tang San finished the barley beer in front of him, said nothing more, and got up to leave.

Only after a good while after his departure did the man in grey slowly stand up. The light in the little tavern twisted slightly, and beside it, suddenly, there were more than a dozen men in grey.

"Can you discern his identity?" the man in grey who was sitting opposite Tang San earlier asked softly.

"Cannot. I can only sense that he is very strong. A fatal threat kind of strong. It’s possible he is an Emperor. Just unable to determine who. Unless we attack him. This guy is dangerous. Are we really going to cooperate with him, King?"

"Since we’ve received the deposit, we have to continue. Besides, this is something I have always wanted to do anyway. Continue with it, but in the most cautious manner," the King said.

"Yes!" All the men in grey around bowed to him. In the next moment, the light in the tavern again twisted slightly, and everything returned to its previously quiet state.

When he left the tavern, the space and time around Tang San’s body slowed down, and a minute before his figure disappeared from the streets, he had actually already returned to his own room in the White Tiger Grand Hotel. With the cover of the Time-Space Tower, there was no existence capable of tracking him.

A faint smile appeared on his face, Tang San’s eyes slightly narrowed. He of course sensed the other presences around him at that time. The others were being very tentative in their investigation, even making use of something akin to specialized detection divine tools. But in front of him, they too were unable to hide.

He was certainly not worried about them launching an attack on him. If that were the case, he would have shown them what the Kaleidoscope ability was, making it utterly impossible for them to make any judgment against him.

However, they were very careful, and ultimately didn’t dare to make a move against him.

At this moment, he sensed that Pretty Girl must have returned as well. The first day’s competition for the Battle for the Throne must have concluded. Tomorrow, the male contestants would have a rest day, while the female contestants would enter the fray.

On the second day, Tang San didn’t go to watch the battles in front of Ancestral Court Council Mountain. There was no need to pay much attention to the female contestants’ battles before the knock-out stage, especially since Pretty Girl wasn’t participating, and he had nothing to worry about.

After resting in his room for the day, the latest adjustments to the betting odds were released. The odds for Tang San to win the championship and to make it into the top three hadn’t changed much. However, the odds for other contestants had varied due to the outcomes of the first round of matches.

The one who experienced the most significant change was the Heavenly Earth Sword; his odds had dropped noticeably, now ranking him in third place, which was a two-spot rise from before.

The first round of the competition proceeded as expected, with no surprises. In fact, at this level of competition, it’s really hard for any upsets to occur. It’s all about sheer strength.

As for the second round, the level of anticipation had greatly increased. No one knew what the draw would bring, whether there would be encounters between seeded players. If the seeded players did meet, it would truly be an earth-shattering clash. The abilities of seeded players wouldn’t differ much, and many strong contestants hadn’t yet shown their full potential in the first round.

After the second day’s competition for the women ended, the latest odds were updated, similar to the situation with the male contestants. Based on the principle that seeded players would not meet in the first round, there weren’t really any surprises. Compared to the male contestants, the women’s side was somewhat more lenient, with no cases of double elimination, ensuring at least one contestant would advance.

The third day of the competition also arrived as scheduled.

Returning to the venue, it seemed that after maintenance and reinforcement, the pillars of the Protection Array appeared to have a much more solid aura.

Accompanied by Elders, Tang San headed to his rest room.

Just as he arrived at the door of his room, he heard someone calling him.

"Chief Jin." Tang San turned his head and saw Ning Chenen smiling and waving at him from the doorway of the Golden Mammoth Tribe’s rest room.

"Brother Ning, good to see you." Tang San greeted him with a smile.

Ning Chenen said with a laugh: "Let’s hope we don’t run into each other today! That Sword Saint Demon Emperor Statue you used the other day really gave me a scare. I don’t want to be on the receiving end of that sword."

Tang San put on a worried expression and said, "I don’t want to encounter you either! Against others, with the majesty of the Sword Saint Demon Emperor, I might stand a chance. But against your strongest defense, my sword would be useless."

Ning Chenen remarked emotionally, "Many people thought that Chief Jin just bought things randomly at the super auction, but now it seems Chief Jin is the truly discerning one! It wasn’t until you activated the Sword Saint Demon Emperor Statue that day that we felt just how powerful the sword beam left by the Sword Saint Demon Emperor was in the statue."

Tang San chuckled and said, "Luck, it’s all just good luck. Anyway, it was worth it."

How could it not be worth it? The Sword Saint Demon Emperor Statue was almost like a guaranteed victory in a match. The condition being not to encounter the strongest seeded players. Moreover, Tang San wasn’t limited to just one round; he had already deterred one contestant in the first round, enabling him to use it for two rounds.

Ning Chenen was envious to the point of tears. Without putting his life on the line, with this statue that could rival a One-time Divine Artifact, he secured victories in two knockout matches. The key point was, wouldn’t it be a waste to use it on Jin Miaolin? He wouldn’t be able to advance later, so if Ning Chenen had only spent a few thousand Purple Crystal Coins to secure it. Using it in a key match later on would substantially increase his chances of winning, right?

"Chief Jin, how about we make a deal? Ten thousand Purple Crystal Coins, you sell me the statue. What do you say?" Ning Chenen tentatively asked, "In the later matches, it might not be easy for you to advance further. It’s a waste to let such a good item go unused, better to sell it to me. I’m offering three times the price."

Tang San shrugged his shoulders and said, "Brother Ning, do you think I need the money?"

Ning Chenen almost choked on his words. Indeed, how much money did Tang San spend at the auction? Does such a person lack money? But to be so straightforward about it, is that really okay? freeωebnovēl.c૦m

With a smile, Tang San said, "Brother Ning, with your strength, you really don’t need to worry about advancing. I just hope to be eliminated a bit later, that’s all. After all, I represent a main city. I can’t let Jianmu City bear too much shame."

Ning Chenen barely restrained himself from saying, isn’t it normal for Jianmu City to lose face?