Douluo: My Wife is Focalors

"Hey, my leeks are here."

Neuvillette's unwavering face finally showed a smile. This wave should improve his strength.

After a while, Tang San and Ma Hongjun arrived on the ring. The two of them stopped thirty meters apart.

Thirty meters, for a Soul Grand master, was only a short distance away. The reason why they were so far apart was because some soul masters were special and needed special care.

For example, some long-range soul masters would almost certainly lose once they were approached by an attack-type soul master. In order to change this phenomenon, the fighters were allowed to maintain a relatively fair distance.

"Hey, isn't this the player who committed the foul the day before yesterday? He was so cruel that his opponent gave up but he wanted to kill him."

"When you said that, I remembered it. This player is called Tang San. If my husband Neuvillette hadn't reacted quickly, the iron-blooded team would have suffered."

"It would be a pity for such a player not to participate in a life-and-death fight. There are not so many rules in a life-and-death fight. Of course, if he participates in a life-and-death fight with his strength, he will never come back."

"It's just a matter of bullying an honest person. This Tang San named player has no martial ethics at all."

Listening to the audience's comments, Tang San felt like his head was getting bigger.

He was a gentleman he didn't do anything that can make him look like a villain but these people.....

'That Iron-Blooded team injured my Xiao Wu, So they had way to die how could I Possibly be wrong.'

'It was all the Iron-Blooded Combination's fault, it was all Neuvillette's fault.

'Wait, didn't it mean that the audience couldn't interfere with the players?'

These people were all pointing fingers at him, Tang San, and dealt with him in a disrespectful manner, so as the referee, couldn't Neuvillette take care of it?

Tang San deemed Neuvillette, the referee, as unnecessarily redundant when it became apparent that his presence served no purpose.

'As I sought Neuvillette assistance, there was no apparent willingness from the other party to lend a hand. Was this directed at me?'

Fists clenched, he harbored the urge to strike Neuvillette's handsome face.

"Contestant Tang San, are you dissatisfied with me? Why do you keep staring at me with resentful eyes?"

Neuvillette asked "confusedly", his voice was not loud, and only Tang San and Ma Hongjun on the field heard it.

After hearing this, Tang San's eyes almost burst into flames. Wasn't his hint obvious enough?

"Neuvillette, the comments from these viewers have seriously affected my mood."

"As a referee, shouldn't you be in charge?"

Tang San said with an angry look.

After hearing this, Neuvillette "suddenly realized", thought for a moment, and then said, "The competition has not officially started yet. The host is warming up. It is very normal for the audience to have some comments."

"Contestant Tang San, why don't you think carefully about why you are so annoying?"

"Ptff..."

Not far away, Ma Hongjun burst into laughter. He quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing, but his twitching shoulders could not hide it from Tang San's eyes.

Tang San, equally taken aback, returned to his senses with a face as dark as carbon. He questioned within himself why he had become so vexing. Did Neuvillette even care to hear what he had to say?

Tang San was very mad and roared in his heart.

But there was nothing wrong with what Neuvillette said. The host was warming up the show. He couldn't ask the audience to stop talking now, could he?

After a while, the host stopped speaking, and Neuvillette was responsible for the next thing.

"Quiet!"

Neuvillette tapped the cane in his hand lightly on the ground and said loudly. This action gave him a lot of authority for his words. The whole place suddenly fell silent.

"The players on both sides are already in place. You have one minute to release your martial spirit. After one minute, the game will officially begin."

"Throughout the competition, we request the audience to maintain rationality. Regardless of the player's character, absolute fairness is essential in the arena."

As soon as these words came out, Tang San's nails almost dug into the palms of his hands.

'So Neuvillette was really targeting me?

What did he mean by no matter what kind of person the player was? Wasn't my character good enough? Damn it, this guy really had a way to die.'

The audience nodded again and again. They had already taken Neuvillette's hosting style to heart and tried to communicate carefully during the game.

Even if they wanted to scold him, they would try to scold him before or after the game. Then Neuvillette would have nothing to do.

"Ma Hongjun, Martial Spirit: Evil Fire Phoenix, a level 27 powerful attack spirit master, please give me your advice."

Ma Hongjun took the lead in completing the martial spirit possession, resonating a resounding Kun sound in the eighth arena, leaving the audience in awe.

The manifestation of the Evil Fire Phoenix raised questions – did it truly resemble fire? Was this the sound one would associate with a phoenix?

Ma Hongjun's martial spirit was a mutated martial spirit. Not only did it have the side effects of evil fire, but the mutation was not too complete. The martial spirit currently did not have the posture of a phoenix.

Despite being thirty meters apart, Tang San sensed a wave of heat reaching his face, indicating the intense temperature of Ma Hongjun's martial spirit flame.

It was a well-known fact that the fire attribute could restrain plant spirits.

Tang San had fought against Ma Hongjun before, and although he didn't have a real fire fight, he still knew how much Ma Hongjun weighed.

If it were just a fight against martial souls, Tang San would probably be completely defeated because Ma Hongjun restrained him too much.

It was a pity that Tang San was not a traditional soul master, and he had the Tang Sect's unique skills from his previous life, so he should have no problem dealing with Ma Hongjun.

"Tang San, Martial Spirit: Blue Silver Grass, level 29 control spirit master, please give me your advice."

After Tang San said this, he didn't say a word. He didn't say anything like Ma Hongjun, you are no match for me, just give up.

Because, as the soul master who restrained him, Ma Hongjun could never admit defeat.

Besides, there was a referee on the side, staring at him eagerly, fearing that Tang San would commit a foul.

"Hmph, Neuvillette, I, Tang San, won't let you prevail. I'll grasp the rules, master them, and defeat your arrogance. Your alleged justice, fairness, and impartiality hold no significance to me!"

Tang San secretly thought in his mind and cursed Neuvillette again. If his current soul power wasn't too low, he would have assassinated Neuvillette no matter what.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

'I, Tang San, didn't want to take revenge overnight, but there was no other way. I was probably not the opponent's match now.'

Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit it.

If looks could kill, Neuvillette would have been killed by him so many times.

Time passed by minute by second, and the audience waited quietly. They did not feel unhappy, but felt a sense of anticipation.

"One minute is up, the game officially begins!"

"The first soul skill: Blue Silver entanglement!"