Douluo Continent: I, the world's greatest immortal master, have taken Ning Rongrong as my disci

Chapter 117 True Face Revealed, World Bewitched; A Glance That Captivates, Pope's Poem

"The semi-finals advance to the knockout stage. The first match: Peach Blossom Academy vs. Spirit Hall Academy."

"Please have the players from both academies come to the game."

"Please have the Taoyuan Academy team enter on time!"

"Please have five minutes to enter the game, or you will be considered to have forfeited the match."

At the Great Soul Arena in Wuhun City, only the Papal Palace's Knights maintained order, and only a few teams that had successfully advanced were present to watch the matches.

Pope Bibi Dong, holding her papal scepter, stood at the highest point of the VIP section of the Arena, gazing intently at the competition.

Right next to Pope Bibidon was a frail man without a lower body; it was hard to say whether to describe him as standing or sitting, but his body was in a wheelchair.

His injuries had not fully healed; his lips were pale and his face was weak, but his eyes were quite fierce. He gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly with both hands. When he saw that the Taoyuan Academy team members had not yet appeared on the field, a sickly, ferocious smile appeared on his face.

Yu Xiaogang tried to speak, but the sounds that came out were like the grunts of a pig and the barking of a dog:
"Woof woof~ Woof woof~"

At this moment, no one hated Su Ran more than him!

He bet on legs and tongue, but he didn't expect that legs would also include...
Bibi Dong glanced at Yu Xiaogang, her eyes filled with pity, sympathy, and a hint of confusion.

Thanks to the best efforts of the healing-type Soul Masters at the Papal Palace, Yu Xiaogang's life was barely saved, but he would be unable to speak or walk, and would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Upon waking up, Yu Xiaogang did only one thing.

He wrote a letter in blood to Bibi Dong from his sickbed. The letter contained the following content:

The Peach Blossom Team is invincible in the competition, followed by the Heavenly Water Academy. If the Spirit Hall Team were to face them directly, they would have no chance of turning the tide.

I've become a cripple, and I desperately want to take revenge myself. If you truly loved me and considered our past relationship, even if you can't kill Su Ran on the spot, I don't want to see Taoyuan Team win the championship.

Now, I only have one plan that can help the Spirit Hall team win the championship.

The students of Taoyuan Academy can only be defeated by the students of Taoyuan Academy. As far as I know, there are currently three teams with Su Ran's students: Taoyuan Academy, Tianshui Academy, and Plant Academy. We can design a secret draw for the quarterfinals—let Taoyuan Academy eliminate Tianshui Academy. Plant Academy is the weakest and not to be feared. In the semifinals, the venue can be changed temporarily, and all five teams will be present. However, we will not inform the teachers and students of Taoyuan Academy. This way, we can win without a fight and eliminate them. After that, the Spirit Hall team will have no more obstacles.

Outsiders are prohibited from watching the competition; only the teams that have advanced are allowed to attend. None of the other four teams would be willing to face the Peach Blossom Team, so even if this plan might arouse suspicion among some students, they will not stand up to oppose it.

—A personal message from Yu Xiaogang to his former lover, Bibi Dongdong.

Although Bibi Dong was angry about Yu Xiaogang's deception in obtaining the cultivation method of twin martial souls, concealing the existence of the Haotian Sect disciples, and his affair with Liu Erlong, she softened a little when she saw Yu Xiaogang's miserable state and agreed to the master's plan.

The morning light shone on the sky above the Spirit Hall's Great Arena, where the Spirit Hall team members awaited their opponents.

They were unaware of the Pope's plan, but Hu Liena and Xie Yue both showed some confusion in their eyes:
Why haven't the members of the Peach Blossom team arrived yet?
Are they going to give up on their game?

This shouldn't be! This is the semi-final of the Soul Master Competition. Winning this match will determine the champion, runner-up, and third-place winners, a matter of honor for all Soul Masters across the continent.

The teachers and students of Xingluo Royal Academy and the other two teams were also somewhat puzzled by the current situation.

Time passes bit by bit.

According to the competition rules, a team is given a maximum of five minutes to prepare. If a student from Taoyuan Academy has not taken the stage within five minutes, then the team will be eliminated!

Four minutes passed quickly.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Yu Xiaogang's eyes gleamed with fervor, his heart screaming:
Su Ran, you won! But even if you beat me, you can forget about winning the championship!
Even if I lose, I have the Pope as my backer! The Pope will take care of me!
What about you?

"The last thirty seconds!"

The host counted down the time and said.

"Twenty seconds."

"Ten seconds." "Eight...six...three..."

"Buzz!"

Pope Bibi Dong sighed softly. What she really hoped for was that the children of the Spirit Hall team could win on their own merits, but that was just a hope.

Just when several elite soul master teams thought that Peach Blossom Academy had no chance to send members to the arena, and just as the hourglass was about to run out, peach blossoms fell from the sky above the Great Soul Arena.

A figure in white robes flashed through the air almost instantly, landing directly on the arena amidst peach blossom petals. His starry eyes and peach-blossom gaze were fixed on Pope Bibi Dong.

"Su Ran from Peach Blossom Academy, enter the competition!"

The young man on the field seemed to be surrounded by surging clouds, with a pair of wings on his back that were like dreamlike clouds fluttering gently, and his body was surrounded by shimmering light. Nine soul rings were flashing beneath him.

The air in the entire arena was now filled with a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and tiny petals condensed from nothingness, fluttering down like red snowflakes to adorn the clothes.

As the young man arrived like a streak of light, more than ten other figures emerged from the peach blossom mist behind him.

Those were none other than the students from Peach Blossom Spring, Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, the Mu Yun Teng sisters, Ning Fengzhi, and Chen Xin, who had just been outside the Papal Palace Soul Arena.

This is one of the soul skills of Su Ran's 100,000-year-old external soul bone—the Cloud Dream Immortal Wings: Spatial Transfer.

Su Ran's face was somewhat solemn. He actually appeared on the field himself. He was a teacher, and given his personality, he would never do anything like bullying students. This showed how angry he was about the Papal Palace's manipulation of the Soul Master Tournament.

However, at this moment, no one cared about Su Ran's anger.

Everyone who saw that unparalleled figure and that incomparably handsome face, a face unlike any seen in the world, was captivated.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but take a step forward, the papal scepter in her hand trembling, her eyes seemingly under a spell, unable to look away from Su Ran.

She didn't know how much time had passed, and her consciousness was still somewhat hazy. The spider yin flood that had accumulated for more than twenty years erupted. Somewhat unable to believe what she was seeing, she asked in a trembling voice:

"who are you?"

"Where are you from?"

"What do you want to do?"

As the saying goes: "The peach blossom fairy's true beauty captivates the world, and a single glance could topple a city, even inspiring the Pope's poetry."

She truly embodies the essence of poetry.

"Peach Blossom Academy, teacher Su Ran, is both a teacher and a student, 19 years old, representing the academy in the competition against the Spirit Hall team."

Su Ran stood there and spoke again, breaking the silence of the entire room.

In the VIP viewing area, Yu Xiaogang was twitching all over, wanting to move forward and see what the young man looked like.

But with a slight movement of her upper body, she lost her balance and tumbled down. She crawled a couple of steps before grabbing the railing in front of her, staring wide-eyed at the young man through the gap in the railing. Countless words wanted to be spoken, but no words came out:

"Woof~ woof woof~"

Is he Su Ran?

Is this Su Ran? Is this Su Ran without her mask?

How could this be? How could this be him?

His strength has actually reached this level?
With such beauty, how many can rival her?
How could anyone be so perfect?!
puff--

A surge of mixed emotions—jealousy, amazement, and regret—overwhelmed Yu Xiaogang, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood on the spot…

(End of this chapter)