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On the dueling arena,
The strength of Shrek Academy's team had already shocked the crowd. Their reaction was unanimous: could it be that Shrek Academy intended to crush their opponents with full force?
Or did they not have any reserve members? But every team in the Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament was required to have reserves. Could it be that they had so many members?
"Charge!" Oscar shouted.
The five members at the front of Shrek Academy's team surged forward.
"First Soul Skill, Entangle!"
Tang San reacted immediately, activating the first soul skill of his Blue Silver Grass—Entangle. As a control-type soul master, his role was to restrain the enemy and create opportunities for his teammates.
"Yang Wu! Leave these Blue Silver Grass to me! You charge straight ahead and take out their frontline!" Oscar commanded.
"Got it!"
"Fifth Soul Skill, Phoenix Meteor Shower!" Oscar suddenly transformed into an extraordinary Fire Phoenix spirit, unleashing a barrage of flames toward the Blue Silver Grass!
Oscar's sudden transformation into a Fire Phoenix spirit stunned everyone present. Tang San and Yu Xiaogang looked as if they had seen a ghost.
From the sidelines, Li Luochen smiled faintly. Pathetic Blue Silver Grass? It stood no chance against phoenix flames!
Upon contact with the Phoenix Meteor Shower, the Blue Silver Grass was incinerated, rendering it useless.
"Fourth Soul Skill, White Tiger Meteor Shower!"
Although Dai Mubai had been wallowing in despair, this was a competition, and he had no choice but to focus. Losing to Zhu Zhuqing had been devastating, but at least defeating Dai Wei would allow him to survive.
Moreover, he and Zhu Zhuqing had never shared any emotional foundation. Once he accepted this reality, all that remained was to prepare for the match.
The White Tiger Meteor Shower and Phoenix Meteor Shower rained down on Tian Dou Imperial Academy's team!
The Shi brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, raised their Black Tortoise Shields in a desperate attempt to block the attacks. However, they could only defend their front, while the meteor showers covered too wide an area. Ao Si Luo and Yu Feng were struck.
Tang San relied on his Purple Extreme Magic Eye and Ghost Shadow Maze to escape.
Before Ao Si Luo and Yu Feng could recover from the meteor shower, Jing Ling swiftly eliminated them.
Li Luochen had also invested effort into training Jing Ling. Though not as much as with Zhu Zhuqing, Jing Ling had grasped the essence of agility-based attacks—finishing blows.
With minimal effort, Jing Ling eliminated two opponents. He then concealed himself and moved toward Ru Si Yi's Ru Yi Disk.
"Ru Yi Disk, Defensive Ring, Bloom..."
Ru Si Yi had just begun to assist Shi Mo and Shi Mo when Jing Ling eliminated her. Not every team could boast an auxiliary-type soul master with battle-type strength like Shrek Academy's.
Jing Ling's score: +3 eliminations.
On the main battlefield, Shi Mo and Shi Mo continued to struggle desperately. Tai Long attempted to charge forward to assist them but was blocked by Yang Wu.
"Traitor! Lackey of the Hao Tian Clan!" Yang Wu roared at Tai Long.
The aura of his Soul-Breaking Spear surged powerfully!
"Second Soul Skill, Pierce!"
Yang Wu thrust his spear straight through Tai Long. However, Yang Wu held back, striking Tai Long's left chest without causing fatal damage.
"Third Soul Skill, Explosion!"
The tip of the spear erupted with a layer of black light, amplifying its destructive power to terrifying levels. Upon striking any object, the soul power within the spear unleashed a devastating explosion, enhancing its destructive capability.
Yang Wu promptly eliminated Tai Long. As Tai Long flew out of the arena, a wave of healing light enveloped him.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Phoenix Sky-Shattering Strike!"
"Fourth Soul Skill, Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Strike!"
A crimson phoenix and a blue-purple dragon crashed against Shi Mo and Shi Mo's defenses.
"Third Soul Skill, Blue Silver Prison Cage!"
Tang San activated his Blue Silver Prison Cage to protect his teammates, but it shattered upon contact, sending Tang San into a rage!
Shi Mo and Shi Mo's defenses were obliterated by the two strongest fourth soul skills, sending them flying out of the arena. Only Tang San remained on the field.
Tang San's eyes flashed with purple fury, veins bulging in anger. To suffer such a crushing defeat in the very first match!
His hand hovered over his "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlight," a hidden weapon holster. Oscar was the first to react, understanding why Li Luochen had sent him onto the field—he knew Tang San's underhanded tactics.
Additionally, Oscar possessed a head soul bone, granting him sufficient spiritual power and heightened perception.
"Everyone, retreat! Tang San is about to use weapons outside the rules!" Oscar shouted, momentarily startling the team.
But their instinctive obedience to orders caused them to retreat immediately.
Tang San had already drawn his hidden weapon, preparing to throw it, but his action was discovered. He glared at Oscar, inwardly cursing: 'You've signed your own death warrant!'
While Tang San hesitated over whether to use his hidden weapon, he was struck in the face by an attack.
It was Oscar's head soul bone skill—Mirror Image Clone!
Oscar had used Mirror Image Clone early on, and the massive explosion of the meteor shower had masked the clone's movement.
As Tang San cursed Oscar internally, his attention was entirely focused on him, causing his perception to drop significantly. Overcome by anger, he failed to notice Oscar's punch until it landed squarely on his face, the burning sensation reminding Tang San of his past life when Inner Sect disciples of the Tang Sect had beaten him similarly.
"Phoenix Fist!" Oscar condensed his Phoenix Claw into a fist, delivering a powerful blow to Tang San's face, sending him flying out of the arena.
The entire battle lasted less than thirty seconds before Tian Dou Imperial Academy's team was annihilated.
Why were they so easily defeated? It was all thanks to their "Master's" rigorous training—without proper medicinal baths or adequate rest, their bodies were already riddled with injuries.
Only Tang San, who cultivated Xuan Tian Gong, had managed to recover somewhat, though he still bore minor internal injuries. The other team members were far worse off, their internal organs damaged despite appearing outwardly strong. Their sluggish reactions and inability to defend themselves stemmed from their battered bodies.
"Referee! Referee! I demand a complaint. They weren't competing—they were trying to kill us. They violated the rules of the tournament. I demand they be disqualified!" Yu Xiaogang shouted, veins bulging in anger.
Yu Xiaogang was like this—he only allowed himself to act against others but refused to tolerate retaliation.
"Hmph, trash!" Oscar's voice rang out loudly, piercing Yu Xiaogang's ears.
"Are they dead? Our auxiliary-type soul master specializes in healing. She activated her spirit from the start, releasing healing energy across the arena. This wasn't for our benefit—it was for theirs. If we truly wanted to kill them, would we have healed them? Clearly, they didn't need our help. Senior Jiang Zhu, stop."
Oscar's words were deliberately harsh, targeting Yu Xiaogang's ears.
"You! You uncouth brat..."
"Who says my students from Shrek Academy are uncouth?" Flender's thunderous voice boomed.
He suddenly appeared on the arena, his soul rings shimmering into view—two yellow, two purple, four black, one red. A nine-ring Title Douluo, with a hundred-thousand-year ninth soul ring!
"Title Douluo!"
"Hundred-thousand-year soul ring!"
"The principal of Shrek Academy is such a supreme Title Douluo!"
Even Emperor Xue Ye was dumbfounded. So formidable, yet so well-hidden—Shrek Academy truly hid their strength.
Ning Fengzhi knew Flender had recently broken through to Title Douluo after being a high-level Soul Douluo. It made sense that Dugu Bo had hunted a hundred-thousand-year soul beast for him.
As Ning Fengzhi pondered whether to prepare a hundred-thousand-year soul ring for Rongrong when she became a Title Douluo, Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen.
"Impossible! Impossible! Your talent couldn't possibly make you a Title Douluo! You must have practiced forbidden techniques of fallen soul masters!
All of you from Shrek Academy are fallen soul masters!"
Yu Xiaogang's words elicited disgust. How dare a Great Soul Master question a Title Douluo? Who gave him the audacity?
"Hmph, am I a fallen soul master? Bishop Salas should know. After years of suppressing fallen soul masters, shouldn't the Spirit Hall have some discernment?" Flender sneered.
Salas' aged voice echoed: "Shrek Academy is not a den of fallen soul masters, nor is Principal Flender. The Spirit Hall guarantees this. Fallen soul masters rely on cruel methods, slaughtering others to enhance themselves.
Fallen soul masters haven't appeared in a long time. The last time was when the previous Pope led a campaign to exterminate them, saving our current Pope during her youth.
Do not believe Yu Xiaogang's words. His theories are plagiarized from the Spirit Hall's ancient knowledge. He has no real talent or learning.
Recently, he forced his nephew to absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring prematurely, unaware of the soul-shaking effects. This caused his nephew, Yu Tianheng, to become mentally impaired and his spirit to shatter!
This directly led to the death of Yu Yuanzhen, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and plunged the clan into chaos. Such a person is unworthy of trust!"
Bishop Salas' words carried significant authority. Emperor Xue Ye's face darkened with anger. He had thought Yu Xiaogang was a "master," only to discover he was a clown?
"Impossible! Father wouldn't..." Yu Xiaogang began, attempting to feign fainting to escape.
Flender flicked his finger, severing Yu Xiaogang's leg. Yu Xiaogang collapsed, clutching his severed limb.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Yu Xiaogang screamed in agony, clutching his leg.
Not a single spectator felt pity for Yu Xiaogang. He didn't deserve it—stealing ancient knowledge and daring to question a Title Douluo? He clearly had a death wish.
To provoke his father's death, cripple his highly talented nephew, and plunge his family into chaos? Truly worthless—a jinx!
Why didn't Flender kill Yu Xiaogang? It wasn't because he still harbored feelings for him—that affection had vanished long ago when he reunited with Liu Erlong.
No, Flender simply wanted to watch this clown's humiliation. Didn't he crave fame and success? Flender would ensure he was despised by all!
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