SWDnovel Chapter 92 Better to kill one innocent person than let one guilty person go free!
Chapter 92 Better to kill one innocent person than let one guilty person go free!
Chapter 92 Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free!
Two days later, at the Soto Arena.
The atmosphere in the office was slightly heavy in the evening.
"Bang!"
The heavy wooden table was slammed down, the teacup overturned, and hot tea dripped down the edge of the table.
Supervisor Ao's face turned bright red, veins throbbing on his forehead. He abruptly stood up from his chair, pointed at the staff member in front of him, and roared angrily:
"Damn it! In such a huge arena, can't they find a single level 40 team that can defeat this Royal Fighting Team?"
Upon hearing this, the staff member lowered his head, not daring to breathe, the record board in his hand was soaked with cold sweat, and even his legs felt weak.
Manager Ao grew increasingly furious, his finger almost poking the other man's face, his voice filled with gritted teeth and hatred: "Every time the Royal Fighting Team participates in a Soul Battle, the city's nobles place heavy bets on them! If this continues, the Great Soul Battle Arena will be drained dry sooner or later!"
The air in the office remained stagnant.
The staff member gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to speak:
"Manager, I... how about we invite a level 50 Soul King team to fight them in a Soul Battle? That should give us a chance to win."
"What rubbish are you spouting?!" Upon hearing this, Manager Ao whirled around, his eyes wide, his voice like a whip lashing through the air: "Do you think the other party is stupid enough to accept this?"
The staff member shrank back, muttering under his breath, "But the problem is, among the level 40 Soul Master teams, no one can beat this Royal Fighting Team..."
Upon hearing this, Manager Ao's brows furrowed even more, his eyes flickering as if he were weighing something. After a moment, a slight smile appeared on his lips, revealing a hint of coldness, and he said indifferently:
"A level 40 team won't work? Then... what about a level 30 Soul Master team? They should accept that, right?"
"Manager, what do you mean?" The staff member paused, slightly puzzled.
Manager Ao sneered, a sly glint in his eyes, and said:
"Of the members of this Royal Fighting Team, only one has a soul power level exceeding forty. I vaguely remember that in the past few months, there was a three-ring Soul Master team in the Great Soul Arena called the Shrek Seven Devils, right? Didn't they also remain undefeated so far?"
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Meanwhile, on the other side, on a viewing platform in the Soto Arena.
Seeing Tang San and the others win another Soul Battle, Flander's eyes lit up, and he immediately clapped his hands, his face beaming with joy.
"Wuji, it wasn't easy. Thanks to these little monsters, I really don't know how I would have made back the money I spent the other day."
Zhao Wuji raised his eyelids slightly, his tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"Not gambling is winning, boss. You need to get rid of this bad habit. I seriously suspect that the reason you keep complaining about the academy's lack of funds is because you've gambled it all away yourself."
"How could that be? You're talking nonsense!" Flander was stunned and retorted with wide eyes.
As the two were talking, Tang San led Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and others out of the passage.
The men were still covered in sweat from the battle, looked exhausted, and were breathing rapidly.
Dai Mubai shook his wet blond hair, frowned, and complained, "Dean, why are you arranging so many Soul Battles for us lately? It's practically non-stop."
Upon hearing this, Flander's eyes darted around, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. He made two gesticulating gestures in the air and said with a slight smile:
"Mu Bai, I'm doing this for your own good. Increasing the intensity will force you to unleash your potential. It will help improve your strength, understand?"
"What kind of strength enhancement is this? Are you treating us like cattle?" Ning Rongrong crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and retorted without any politeness.
Flander's face darkened instantly, and he was about to reprimand someone when he caught a glimpse of a staff member in a Great Soul Arena uniform walking over quickly.
The man approached, bowed slightly, and spoke in a polite yet somewhat businesslike tone:
"May I ask who is the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils?"
Flander took a half-step forward and asked directly, "Yes, that's me. What is it?"
"Our supervisor requests your presence," the staff member said respectfully.
Flander frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He wondered to himself if it was because of the fight between Xiao San and the others outside the venue a few days ago.
However, he didn't show any emotion on his face, only nodded slightly and hummed, "Let's go."
He then stepped forward and followed the staff member away from the viewing platform.
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A moment later, the staff led Flander into a spacious room.
Pushing open the door, one sees a middle-aged man standing inside. He is impeccably dressed, and his brows reveal a shrewdness and authority. He is none other than Manager Ao of the Great Soul Arena.
Upon seeing the visitor, Supervisor Ao quickly stepped forward with a professional smile on his face and said, "Dean Flander, hello."
"What do you want?" Flander glanced at him and asked calmly.
Supervisor Ao waved his hand and said casually:
"Don't be nervous, it's not because of the fight between your students a few days ago."
Flanders paused slightly, raised an eyebrow, and asked with a puzzled look, "What is it?"
Supervisor Ao narrowed his eyes, as if confirming his wording, and then said, "I remember the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils was that Grandmaster, wasn't he?"
"You mean Xiao Gang?" Flander pursed his lips, his tone somewhat casual. "He got injured a few days ago and still can't get out of bed. I'm temporarily taking over as team leader."
"Oh!!!" Manager Ao drawled out his words, nodded, and then, without beating around the bush, said crisply:
"Then I'll get straight to the point. Tomorrow night, I hope the Shrek Seven Devils can represent the Great Soul Arena and participate in a Soul Battle."
Upon hearing this, Flanders immediately frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"Represent the Grand Soul Arena in the Soul Battle? What do you mean by that?"
Manager Ao sighed and said seriously:
"Then I'll tell you the truth. Two days ago, a team of Soul Masters came to the city, called the Royal Fighting Team. They seem to be Soul Masters hired by several noble families in Soto City. For two consecutive days, those noble families placed heavy bets on them, and they won the Soul Battle without any suspense, causing great losses to the Great Soul Arena."
"This team consists of one four-ring Soul Master and the rest are three-ring Soul Venerables, but our team of level 40 and above still can't beat them."
"I can't break the rules and invite a level 50 Soul King team to fight them. But if this continues, the Great Soul Arena can't afford the ongoing losses. Perhaps because they tasted success, those nobles increased the stakes today. If they lose again, I'm afraid..."
"You mean... you want the Shrek Academy team to deal with that Royal Fighting Team?" Flander narrowed his eyes slightly and questioned, "But no one in our team has a soul power level of forty? This... probably doesn't comply with the rules of the Great Soul Arena, right?"
Manager Ao waved his hand, his expression calm, even somewhat confident, and said:
"Dean Flander, rules are rules, but people are flexible."
"Besides, this is the Soto Grand Arena, and my rules are the rules. I didn't invite a team of a higher level than the Royal Fighting Team to deal with them, so it's not breaking the rules at all! In addition, considering the Shrek Seven Devils' performance over the past few months, I think they are fully capable of defeating the Royal Fighting Team."
"If the Shrek team is willing, I can arrange this!"
Upon hearing this, Flander frowned even more, his face filled with difficulty. He spread his hands and said in a serious tone:
"I'm afraid that won't do. After all, the opposing team has a four-ring Soul Master. I, Flander, am a man of principle. How... how can I let my student take such a risk?"
Upon hearing this, Manager Ao didn't say anything more, but smiled slightly and slowly reached into his pocket.
A moment later, he took out a glittering gold card from his pocket.
"There are 50,000 gold soul coins in here."
"If you agree, regardless of winning or losing, all the gold soul coins in this card are yours."
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Inside the Papal Palace in Wuhun City.
The dimly lit, magnificent hall appeared exceptionally solemn.
Bibi Dong sat high on the throne, her gaze as cold as a blade, gently turning a purple scepter inlaid with crystals in her hand.
Below, Ghost Douluo bowed slightly, as if reporting something.
Suddenly, Bibi Dong, who had been leaning back in her chair, straightened up abruptly. Her long black hair fluttered slightly with the movement, and a murderous glint flashed in her eyes. Her aura suddenly became fierce.
Shrek Academy?
"Have you investigated this thoroughly?"
Ghost Douluo raised his head, his gaze respectful and resolute: "Reporting to Your Majesty the Pope, it is absolutely true."
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong slowly stood up, lightly tapping the ground with her scepter, producing a dull metallic sound. Then, a chilling smile curled at the corner of her lips as she coldly sneered:
"it is good."
"In that case, regardless of whether this child is Tang Hao's son or not, I will take him back to the Spirit Hall first."
"I would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free."
As she spoke, her eyes sharpened like a venomous snake hunting, and her voice turned icy.
Immediately, Bibi Dong turned to look at the two, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, and raised her right hand, waving it lightly: "Ghost, Yue Guan, immediately take your men and come with me to Soto City."
"Yes, sir!"
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo clasped their fists together, their voices echoing in the empty hall.
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