The violent gale still raged. Although Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line combined with the realgar wine had burned away much of the poison mist, the blazing flames were forced back toward them by the wind, threatening to engulf them instead. Left with no choice, Dai Mubai could only lead his team into a retreat.
Even as he fell back, he stubbornly snapped, "The Great Spirit Arena never banned it. Since it isn't forbidden, why can't we use it?"
Yu Feng curled his lips. "And here I thought you were a team preparing for the Continental Spirit Master Academy Tournament."
"..." The air instantly grew heavy. Dai Mubai's face flushed, and his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked.
As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, how could he not understand the rules of the Continental Tournament?
"What a disgrace." In the stands, Dugu Bo flicked a glance toward Yu Xiaogang and sneered.
"With a mindset like this, and he still dares to lead a team?"
"I agree," another spectator muttered, nodding. "If they can't even stick to tournament standards during training, how can they expect to perform when the real thing comes? I doubt they ever seriously planned to compete in the tournament. After all, the Shrek team is filled with low-ranked Spirit Masters."
"Enough nonsense!" On the stage, Dugu Yan let out a cold shout. "That guy's Blue Silver Grass is nowhere near as strong as Xiao Hai's. His vines are flimsy, not worth a second glance. Everyone attack together. Teach that fatty and their captain a lesson!"
"One's eyes are filthy, the other's mouth won't stop running. I've had enough of both of them."
"..." Tang San's brows furrowed.
Ma Hongjun's heart skipped a beat, a nervous tremor running through him. He couldn't explain why, but he suddenly felt a real sense of danger. Dai Mubai, too, was seething, his fists clenched, fury smoldering in his golden eyes.
"Captain, should we finish this quickly?" Oslo asked, glancing toward Yu Tianheng.
"Good!" Yu Tianheng's eyes hardened. That fatty had ogled Yan Yan as well, and the insult to Zhu Zhuqing had angered him too. He wasted no more words. "Dragonization! Third Soul Skill, Thunder Fury!"
With a heavy stomp, his figure shot forward like a lightning bolt, thunder gathering around his body. His target: Dai Mubai.
At the same time, Oslo crouched low. Shadows rippled across his body. "Second Soul Skill, Extreme Shadow Pounce!"
His muscles swelled with speed and strength, and in the blink of an eye he shot forward like a hunting leopard, leaving afterimages in his wake. His target was Xiao Wu.
"First Soul Skill, Wing Blades!" Yu Feng's wings flared wide, the feathers hardening into razor-sharp edges as his body twisted into a deadly dive.
Zhu Zhuqing, however, refrained from releasing a skill. Her body blurred with explosive speed, tailing her teammates closely, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Yang Yunhai swept a glance at Oscar but said nothing. Oscar's third soul skill wasn't supposed to be revealed yet. How would I know about it?
"Purple Demon Eye." Tang San's pupils glowed faintly purple as he prepared to intercept. But then—
"Hm?" His heightened vision picked up something unusual. In the air behind Yu Tianheng and the others, faint particles floated, shimmering faintly white.
These weren't ordinary dust motes from the arena floor.
And they were concentrated specifically between the frontline attackers and their control-system support.
"A soul skill?" Tang San muttered.
His eyes flicked sideways. Both flanks had the same haze.
'So devious! If not for Fatty's Phoenix Fire Line colliding with their techniques just now, causing wind pressure to blow these particles aside, we would have already blundered into them. The result would have been disastrous…'
His heart sank heavily. With those strange powders in play, charging straight across the ground was impossible.
"Xiao San, what now? Do we fight head-on to buy time?" Dai Mubai growled, retreating to Tang San's side.
'Trying to lure us into a trap? Not so easy.' Tang San's eyes flashed coldly. He leaned closer and whispered, "The front of their formation is covered with unknown powders. If I'm not mistaken, they're waiting for us to rush in and touch them."
"So sinister?!" Xiao Wu's expression tightened.
"At this point, there's only one option left," Tang San said firmly. "We fly over."
Oscar immediately cut in. "But my Flying Mushroom Sausages—time's too short. I can only make one per person right now."
Even with his preparation before the match, each creation consumed a massive amount of spirit power.
"That's enough." Tang San's gaze sharpened. "They outclass us in raw strength and even have a healing Spirit Master. We can't afford to drag this out. Our only chance is to strike fast."
"Rongrong, give me your buffs. Oscar, while we're in the air, keep making antidote sausages—just in case."
"Seven Treasures, Glorious Light. First: Strength. Second: Speed!" Ning Rongrong's voice rang out, her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shining brilliantly as beams of light enveloped Tang San.
"Good!" Oscar shoved sausages into his teammates' hands while nodding quickly.
"Then move—now!" Tang San barked. He swallowed the sausage and immediately activated his third soul skill.
Brilliant light surged from his back, condensing into a pair of translucent wings.
"What? That food-type Spirit Master can give flight too?!" Oslo's eyes widened in disbelief, his chest heaving with frustration. He had used up a soul skill only for the prey to fly away at the last second. His soul power was wasted for nothing.
The timing had been perfect for Shrek. Because Yu Feng's gale earlier had forced them back, they were just far enough to buy themselves a moment to respond. The Shrek members had already taken to the air by the time Emperor Battle Team could close in.
"Fall back!" Yu Tianheng ordered decisively.
The plan had failed, and wasting soul power was unavoidable. Their opponents clearly aimed to bypass the frontline and strike their rear formation.
"Yu Feng, delay them!" Yu Tianheng shouted upward, then spun around. "Xiao Hai, save your strength—don't pull just yet!"
He knew Yang Yunhai's Blue Silver Grass could haul teammates across long distances, but that would drain his stamina quickly. Against a tricky opponent like Shrek, conserving energy was more important.
Yang Yunhai only hesitated for a fraction of a second. Then he nodded slightly. With my current body and recovery, pulling them would be nothing. But since the captain insists, I'll keep a card hidden. No need to expose everything, not with Qin Ming watching from the sidelines.
"Third Soul Skill, Windstorm!" Yu Feng's wings thundered as he stirred up another violent gale, sweeping toward the Shrek formation.
"Circle around it! His skill is wide but stiff, it can't keep up!" Tang San shouted.
His voice cut sharp through the wind. He banked sharply to the right, his wings carrying him in a sweeping arc. The others followed without hesitation.
Seven streaks of light curved around the storm like arrows through the night, bypassing the gale and aiming straight for Emperor Battle Team's vulnerable rear line.
"So fast!" Yu Feng gasped, eyes widening.
The fight was only just beginning.
(End of Chapter)
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