"Seven Treasures turn out with Glazed Light, the first is strength, the second is speed."
The moment the battle started, Ning Rongrong activated her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. A soft blue glow shimmered outward, and in the blink of an eye, two beams of light fell directly on Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu. Their auras instantly flared, muscles tightening, soul power circulating faster. The boost was visible to the naked eye.
"Brothers, charge!" With the empowerment coursing through him, Dai Mubai bared his fangs in a grin and was the first to storm forward. His golden eyes glowed like two suns, tiger claws sharp and ready.
Behind him, Xiao Wu, Tie Long, and Ma Hongjun kept formation, rushing in like a coordinated spear.
"Third soul skill, Swift Flying Mushroom Sausage!" Oscar's voice rang out as his third soul ring lit up. His body glowed faintly as he drew soul power into his palms. A cluster of mushrooms formed out of thin air, their shapes almost comical but radiating potent energy.
Following Tang San's tactical instructions, Oscar manufactured flight-giving sausages as quickly as possible. Emperor Battle Team's overall power was greater; if Shrek clashed head-on, they risked immediate defeat. Their only chance was to change the battlefield dynamic. Flight gave them that chance.
"Xiao San, here!" Oscar finished one sausage and tossed it forward.
Tang San snatched it neatly from the air. "Good." Blue light flickered in his palm as his third soul ring gleamed, and a pulse of energy surged into his Blue Silver Grass.
Across from them, Emperor Battle Team moved into action.
"First soul skill, Extension!" Yang Yunhai's voice was calm, unhurried. Blue Silver Grass snaked out in a blur, three vines lashing forward like arrows. They looped smoothly around the waists of Yu Tianheng, Oslo, and Zhu Zhuqing. With subtle control, he ensured the vines lacked barbs—these were anchors, not restraints. Then his third soul skill quietly activated, a layer of additional control passing through the living tendrils.
"Let's go." Yu Tianheng barked an order, body surging with lightning as he led Oslo forward. Zhu Zhuqing moved behind them, her slim figure hidden within the cover of their tall frames.
Above, Yu Feng's second soul skill burst into life. Wings of wind unfurled from his back, sweeping downward. His body rose smoothly into the air, eyes locked on Ma Hongjun.
"Damn, bullying me just because I can't fly?!" Ma Hongjun cursed, already sweating. His heart thudded as Yu Feng closed in from above.
From the Shrek rest area, Yu Xiaogang and Ning Rongrong both stared. "Split control?!" Their shock was obvious. Yang Yunhai was maintaining three separate vine links, each perfectly steady. To split his attention like that while also planning tactics—this was not the sign of an ordinary control-type Soul Master.
"Third soul skill, Spider Web Restraint!" Tang San's hand flicked. With a fluid motion, almost like launching a hidden weapon, his Blue Silver Grass shot outward. A gleaming blue net unfurled in midair, racing toward Yu Feng's flank and at the same time whipping across the ground toward Yu Tianheng's trio.
Dai Mubai instantly recognized the plan. His eyes flickered, and he suddenly yanked his squad back in retreat, avoiding the oncoming net as though they had rehearsed it countless times.
"Hmph!" Yang Yunhai's lips curved slightly. His arms jerked back. In an instant, the vines tightened, yanking Yu Tianheng, Oslo, and Zhu Zhuqing clear of the danger.
"They anticipated us…" Dai Mubai's eyes darkened.
Tang San frowned. Even so, he didn't hesitate. His third soul skill activated again. Vines erupted from the ground, thousands of tendrils whipping forward like a storm of green spears. They shot toward the Emperor Battle Team members who had just been pulled back.
"Mubai!" he shouted.
"A cunning trap." Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth. He had to admit: their opponents had real tactics.
The vines struck the ground with heavy cracks, stabbing into the stone floor of the arena, spreading across the battlefield like a living net.
"Yu Feng, third soul skill!" Yang Yunhai pointed toward the advancing vines and then gestured toward Shrek's formation. His meaning was clear.
Yu Feng nodded and began to flap harder, wings roaring as he prepared to unleash his strongest storm.
"Sister Yan, second soul skill," Yang Yunhai ordered sharply. His tone carried complete confidence. "Captain, ready your first soul skill."
Dugu Yan grimaced. 'Trying to blow my parasite seeds across, huh? Not so fast.' She clenched her teeth. Qin Ming's instruction not to use lethal force against Shrek still burned in her mind, frustrating her. She wanted nothing more than to unleash her third soul skill and overwhelm them here and now. Dai Mubai's earlier insults toward Zhu Zhuqing still stung. But since Yang Yunhai gave the order, she swallowed her temper.
"Second soul skill, Venom Spray!"
Behind her, the phantom of a massive Jade Phosphorus Serpent rose, fangs bared. Its mouth gaped open, expelling two torrents of poisonous liquid like twin streams of acid, spraying across the dense forest of vines Tang San had created.
"Third soul skill, Windstorm!" Yu Feng's wings beat with explosive force. A whirlwind surged outward, catching the toxic streams, turning them into a green storm that surged across the battlefield.
On Shrek's side, Dai Mubai saw it. 'They're planning to use the storm to carry the toxins through!' His thoughts raced, but his body moved exactly as Tang San had commanded before the battle. His tiger jaws opened wide.
"Second soul skill, White Tiger Light Wave!"
A roar tore the air as he released a blinding beam of white energy. The light beam smashed into the vines, shattering them into splinters, then surged forward. The poisonous mist swirled behind it, pushed by the gale.
The light wave rammed directly into Yu Feng's storm. The two powers clashed.
The beam pushed forward with difficulty, the storm holding it back. A second soul skill against a third—it was clearly weaker.
Tang San's pupils shrank. "Not good! Fatty, now! Use your second and first soul skills together—don't let the poison come through!" Even as he spoke, he pulled a flask of realgar wine from his soul tool.
BOOM!
Yu Tianheng thrust his claw forward. "First soul skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!" Lightning surged from his palm, forming a massive claw of pure thunder. It ripped through the White Tiger Light Wave with terrifying force.
The white beam, already weakened by the storm, shattered like glass. The claw tore through it, driving forward.
Behind it, the poisonous mist spread, rolling like a massive green curtain over the battlefield.
"Shit!" Ma Hongjun's scalp went numb. He flung out his arms. "Second soul skill, Bathing Fire Phoenix! First soul skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"
Flames burst from his mouth, a scorching jet of fire that clashed against the thunderclaw. Dai Mubai added what strength he could. With a deafening explosion, the lightning claw shattered.
But the green mist was still coming.
Tang San hurled the wine into the air. "Now!"
Ma Hongjun inhaled, then exhaled a torrent of flame. The alcohol ignited instantly, creating a massive wall of fire.
WHOOSH! Flames roared, burning the poison away. The green mist dissipated in a rolling wave of steam.
Up above, Yu Feng's eyes widened. "Did they just use wine… on the battle stage?!"
There was no law against it, but this was the Great Spirit Arena. Fights here were meant to be tests of Martial Souls, soul power, and soul skills. Bringing in external objects was… scandalous. And in the Continental Soul Master Tournament, such things were outright forbidden.
"Hmph, why not?" Dai Mubai spat coldly, tiger eyes fierce.
The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and jeers. Some praised Shrek's cleverness, others scoffed at their underhanded methods. But one thing was certain: the battle had just reached a new level.
(End of Chapter)
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