Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San-Chapter 1074 - 1072: The Fastest Race

Lan Moqian stood up with a wooden expression. Without looking at Ning Chenen, they simply walked out, preparing to ascend the sky.

"Wait a moment," Ning Chenen suddenly spoke.

Lan Moqian paused in their steps. "What is it?" Their voice was low, yet they didn’t turn back.

Ning Chenen didn’t address them, but instead turned toward the direction of Ancestral Hall Mountain, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty Heavenly Fox, esteemed majesties. This battle is between my wife and me. I cannot fight against her. I concede."

As these words fell, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

Lan Moqian suddenly spun around, staring at Ning Chenen with an expression full of disbelief.

After uttering the words "I concede," Ning Chenen seemed to release a weight from his heart. All the heaviness vanished, replaced by a gentle and warm smile.

Looking at his wife, he said softly, "Did you think that my fierce efforts alongside your brother were all for the sake of obtaining the title of Emperor? For becoming Emperor at any cost? Actually, that’s not the case. To me, the responsibilities I bear are already heavy enough, and in my heart, I know I am not yet qualified to become an Emperor. My all-out victory against your brother was, in fact, to prove to you that you didn’t marry the wrong person—that your husband isn’t only good at defense but has enough power to protect you as well. But today, my opponent is you. How could I possibly strike you? Although our marriage was arranged, my wife—I truly love you. I don’t want to ruin our relationship for the sake of this competition to seize an emperor’s throne, leading to us drifting apart and never reconciling."

Listening to his words, Lan Moqian’s gaze turned dazed. She stared at Ning Chenen, her eyes quickly reddening.

Ning Chenen had already opened his arms toward her. "Come, give me a hug, won’t you? Ever since this battle for the emperor’s throne began, we haven’t had a moment of intimacy."

"Hmph, you’re so annoying. In front of all these people!" Lan Moqian’s face blushed, but she still stepped forward, falling into her husband’s embrace.

Ning Chenen’s concession marked the end of his finals—two losses leading to direct elimination. The finals’ remaining six participants were now reduced to five.

Lan Moqian would continue tomorrow’s match, where she would face Jiang Chenchou.

The battle of husband and wife concluded in such a harmonious way. Though the audience was shocked, seeing their marital harmony brought an undeniable sense of satisfaction. This, truly, was the essence of marriage! A relationship that even the throne for an emperor couldn’t shake. What could be more beautiful than this kind of love?

The husband-and-wife duel thus ended in the most harmonious manner. Next came the fierce confrontations among the winners’ group.

"Jin Miaolin, Xu Anyu, prepare to ascend and fight." The Great Demon Emperor Heavenly Fox’s voice resounded once more. Even among Emperors, during such an important competition as the battle for the emperor’s throne, they would never oppose a contender conceding. Concessions were not merely simple compromises—they were undoubtedly calculated considerations of various interests.

Relatively speaking, if Ning Chenen were the one advancing, it would have been easier to accept. However, Lan Moqian was the last representative of the Behemoth Clan—could she afford to concede voluntarily? In such a case, Ning Chenen’s choice to concede made his action even more valuable.

Xu Anyu and Tang San both stepped out of their respective resting quarters.

Xu Anyu looked at Tang San with a faint smile. "Brother Jin, I have a proposal. Yesterday, I considered coming to speak with you, but I was worried others might accuse us of collusion. So why not discuss it here today? Openly."

Tang San was momentarily stunned. "Discuss what?"

Xu Anyu smiled. "After the battle for the emperor’s throne concludes, if you’re willing to sell me the Holy Dragon Spear—or at least let me study it for three months—then for this match, I am willing to concede."

Tang San stared at him in surprise. Concede?

Both participants knew how crucial this match was. The winners’ bracket was fundamentally different from the losers’.

The battle for the emperor’s throne ultimately determines the top three. Pretty Girl, having scored the highest points yesterday and secured another victory, was almost guaranteed a spot in the top three. Xu Anyu and Tang San, however, were still at risk of elimination. But whoever wins today’s match and enters the winners’ group finals essentially secures a spot in the top three—it would only be a matter of rank from there. Thus, this match pivotal to seizing the emperor’s position was bound to be fierce and intense.

Under these circumstances, Xu Anyu openly offered to give the match to Tang San, signaling his absolute confidence in winning through the losers’ group and eventually challenging Tang San—or even Pretty Girl—again.

This battle was of monumental significance.

Was exchanging the Holy Dragon Spear for this victory worth it? To almost everyone, it would undoubtedly seem worthwhile. It was equivalent to trading for the emperor’s throne! Winning today meant Tang San wouldn’t have to face Jiang Chenchou. Xu Anyu would enter the losers’ bracket to face the winner of Jiang Chenchou versus Lan Moqian.

Tang San, meanwhile, would directly earn the opportunity to contend against Pretty Girl.

"Brother Xu, this…" Tang San looked at him with some hesitation. His confidence was certainly formidable! Wasn’t he worried about stumbling in the losers’ group?

Xu Anyu smiled. "Time won’t wait for either of us, Brother Jin. Make your decision quickly!"

After thinking briefly, Tang San said, "Fine. Lending it to you for three months is acceptable. Selling it is not. The Holy Dragon Spear is still useful to me."

"Good. It’s a deal."

The two exchanged a handshake.

Xu Anyu then turned to the direction of Council Mountain, bowing deeply, and declared, "For this match, I concede."

Another concession without even battling. Clan Leader of the Blue Golden Tree Tribe Jin Miaolin advanced further in the winners’ bracket, joining Pretty Girl to secure a top-three position in the battle for the emperor’s throne. They claimed the throne.

Jiang Chenchou’s face, however, had turned exceedingly dark. Even if he managed to defeat Lan Moqian later, what would it matter? Xu Anyu was like an insurmountable mountain! Initially, he believed that when Xu Anyu triumphed over Jin Miaolin, he’d face Jin Miaolin to advance into the top three. But instead, Xu Anyu’s simple concession had crushed that possibility entirely.

Tang San had also realized at this moment, gazing at Xu Anyu with silent admiration. This individual truly lived up to being the chosen leader of the Dragon Clan. In terms of strength and character, he was undoubtedly outstanding.

By conceding today, he guaranteed Tang San’s place in the top three, placing all the pressure squarely on his own shoulders. Yet, this also showcased his unwavering confidence. He was certain he could claim one of the three emperor’s thrones, and afterward, challenge Tang San—and then Pretty Girl—to win the top spot. Who could fault him for this strategy? Moreover, he had extended an enormous hand of generosity to Tang San, enabling him to become one of the emperors and reap considerable benefits. freёnovelkiss.com

As a result, whether it was the Puppet Dragon Army, the Sacred attribute, or the future alliance between the Blue Golden Tree Tribe and Crystal City, everything seemed to fall perfectly into place. Tang San becoming emperor would surely benefit Crystal City far more than Jiang Chenchou. Both were members of the Spirit Monster race, but Tang San represented a neutral race, and the advantages of his Life attribute were evident to all. Xu Anyu had chosen to extend such a favor at this critical juncture, ensuring that this goodwill could not be ignored. And it was done publicly, under the scrutiny of countless spectators. It was clear to all that the Dragon Clan had secured Tang San’s friendship. This was a masterstroke—an achievement on multiple fronts.

Victory? Jin Miaolin had won again? Was this the power of money?

This time, the audience did not erupt in confusion. Instead, cheers exploded instantaneously.