Chapter 990: Chapter 990

"Ah!" Lin Canghai nodded, instinctively saying:

"My current girlfriend was his dream girl. We once fought over jealousy because of her. Back then, I knew this guy was tough-skinned and had brute strength, but I managed to hold my own against him with combat skills. Never thought he’d use his strength here, really..."

"Hahaha, you Dark Group losers, did you see that? We already have two people who completed the task. How can you compete with us?"

Fu Renjie laughed hysterically, shouting while disguising his inner bitterness and helplessness, not missing the chance to mock Tang Ming and the others.

"The guy who can’t even complete the task and gets subdued by the target has no right to boast here."

Tang Ming shut Fu Renjie down with just one sentence.

"Sorry, everyone, I’m taking this round’s hundred points."

After stepping off the stage, Qian Bujun glanced at Lin Canghai and announced with a smug face.

Zhao Tianba cursed angrily, thinking he could take first place with his Cross Training Martial Master’s physique, only to be defeated by that damn fatso.

"Until the last moment, no one knows what the outcome will be."

Seeing Long Ao and the others looking downcast, Tang Ming spoke calmly and strode towards the arena.

The audience in the viewing room were excited at this moment. When Zhao Tianba completed the competition in three seconds earlier, there wasn’t much feeling.

They thought letting a group of martial masters subdue martial artists was like letting them go easy.

But when Long Ao took three minutes to complete the task, they realized this round of quickly subduing enemies was indeed challenging.

When they saw Fu Renjie being subdued by the target, they were dumbfounded and began to understand the competition’s difficulty was beyond their expectations.

Now seeing Qian Bujun’s score better than Zhao Tianba and Long Ao, the audience couldn’t help but erupt with excitement.

No comparison, no harm. Only knowing the challenge made these onlookers excited and thrilled.

"Brother Qian, didn’t expect your son to have such skills."

Zhao Jincheng looked at Qian Weiguo with an unappealing expression.

He knew the competition content long ago, and his son was a Cross Training Martial Master, sure to win this competition. But he didn’t expect Qian’s contestant to be even fiercer.

"Overwhelmed, overwhelmed."

Qian Weiguo laughed proudly, the Qian Family, unlike the Fu Family, hadn’t given up on the hope of winning this martial arts tournament.

It should be said that the Wan Family, Zhao Family, and Qian Family all hoped their family disciples would win. Then, their families could have the right to allocate nationwide urban martial arts resources and commercial resources, securing their family’s interests better.

Wan Changfa sat on the sofa calmly sipping tea, not caring about the Zhao Family and Qian Family’s conflict one bit, because the Wan Family was determined to win this martial arts tournament.

Fu Tianbao gave a bitter smile, turned to the downcast Su Tianyu and the others, mockingly saying:

"Gentlemen, your Ming Group faction contestants seem quite disappointing, one with mediocre results, others actually withdrew, really useless."

"Humph, seems like in the first round you also had only one person advancing, others ranked after us."

Su Tianyu snorted coldly, retorting with displeasure.

"That’s incorrect." Wu Dao sipped tea and remarked playfully:

"Our disciples may have withdrawn, but at least we didn’t embarrass ourselves on stage, unlike some who get subdued by the target. If this was a real mission, they’d be prisoners in the enemy’s hands."

Fu Tianbao was furious, secretly cursing Fu Renjie an idiot, better off just withdrawing.

"Additionally, you all should clarify, not everyone from our Dark Group withdrew, now it’s Tang’s turn on stage, and I believe he’ll have good results."

Long Aiyu kept watching the screen, not looking back, reminding.

"Heh, how good can the results be?"

Fu Tianbao laughed coldly, not afraid of Tang Ming going on stage, just worried Tang Ming might withdraw.

After hearing Long Aiyu’s words, Zhao Jincheng and others stopped their bickering, looked towards Fu Tianbao.

Fu Tianbao smiled subtly, nodding slightly, then the Family Heads laughed together.

"Interesting, so interesting."

Meng Xiaolu, who hadn’t spoken, lightly muttered while shaking a feather fan, resting her chin.

Fu Tianyou watched Tang Ming ascend the arena through the computer in his office, his eyes flashing coldly, looking at the seated Lengzhan:

"Is the personnel arrangement ready?"

"Deputy Director, rest assured." Lengzhan nodded repeatedly, excitedly saying:

"I’ve arranged for a nine-star Cross Training Martial Artist as Tang Xin’s opponent, definitely can kill her when Tang Xin is unprepared."

"Very good. Although Tang Xin is a Seven-star Martial Master, facing a sneak attack from a nine-star Cross Training Martial Artist without cultivation, she’s doomed to be killed." Fu Tianyou smiled satisfied, reminding:

"Remember to handle post-task matters well, don’t leave the Ming Group any evidence."

"Subordinates understand. I’ve instructed the nine-star martial master to hide his strength, just needs to give Tang Ming a fatal blow at the crucial moment, no one will see through the flaw."

Lengzhan nodded solemnly, "If necessary, eliminate him, a nine-star martial artist is not regrettable even if dead."

"Tang Xin, you dare challenge our Ming Group, making us suffer huge losses, then don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Fu Tianyou nodded contentedly, muttering through gritted teeth, thinking of the loss Tang Xin caused the Ming Group, he wished to tear her apart.

Now leveraging the Ming Group’s control over the martial arts tournament, decided to find a way to eliminate Tang Xin, and this fast enemy subduing project was a golden opportunity.

According to competition rules, with Tang Ming’s current seven-star martial master cultivation, she’d be matched against a seven-star martial artist, but under Fu Tianyou’s manipulation, Tang Ming’s opponent was now a nine-star Cross Training Martial Artist ordered to assassinate.

Facing a nine-star Cross Training Martial Artist, without cultivation, Tang Ming absolutely has no chance.

On the arena, Tang Ming looked amusingly at the slim yet muscular young man opposite him.

"Group Leader Tang, please guide me."

The young man politely greeted Tang Ming, his eyes flashing coldly, ordered to eliminate Tang Ming, but he couldn’t show it outwardly.

"Hehe, don’t worry, because no matter your skills, you’ll be slayed by me instantly."

Tang Ming grinned, looking playfully at the opponent.

Qin Fang, controlling the timer, routinely asked.