"Xiao Wu!"
Seeing Xiao Wu's miserable state, Liu Erlong's eyes turned red, her whole body trembling with rage as she glared furiously at Yang Yunhai.
"Next contestant, please enter the arena!"
The referee's voice rang out.
"She hasn't even left the stage yet, and you're rushing like hell!?" Liu Erlong immediately exploded, glaring daggers at the referee.
The referee stiffened, feeling wronged. The advancement tournament had 8 rounds a day, with 14 contestants per round — time really was tight. To be honest, he would have been thrilled if there were more fights like Yang Yunhai's instant victories, or even forfeits. That way, they'd definitely finish on schedule.
"Erlong, this is a match." Flender quickly called out to stop her.
"Hmph, let me avenge Sister Xiao Wu!" Tai Long's face was full of fury as he strode into the field.
'I think you've lost your mind! Even Thunderclap Academy couldn't handle him seven against one, and you think you can?' Ning Rongrong was speechless.
Then Tai Long stopped at 20 meters from Yang Yunhai, summoned his martial soul, and completed spirit possession. He hammered his chest hard with both fists.
"Third soul skill, Demon Ape Golden Body!" His body transformed into a three-meter-tall golden ape and he charged straight at Yang Yunhai.
Ahead, Yang Yunhai raised his right hand, extending his index finger. Lightning arcs gathered rapidly at his fingertip, compressing into a dragon-eye-sized thunderball.
'He can compress soul power to this degree?' In the VIP seats, Sword Douluo's eyes flashed with surprise.
'Point piercing the surface. This Tai Long… sigh.' Beside him, Ning Fengzhi shook his head.
In the next instant, the golden ape leapt, Tai Long's fists raised high.
"Fourth soul skill, Giant Spirit Fist!"
"Discharge!" A golden bolt of lightning as thick as a finger shot out from Yang Yunhai's thunderball. The air rang with a crisp thunderclap.
Pu!
The golden ape's right shoulder was pierced instantly, the golden form collapsing as Tai Long's body spasmed in mid-air.
His body went numb, completely paralyzed, unable to speak.
Swish!
A vine shot up from beneath Yang Yunhai's feet, latching onto Tai Long's ankle just as his golden form collapsed from lack of soul power.
His second soul ring lit up underfoot as he swung his arm. Tai Long's body was lifted into the air, his right shoulder scorched black.
Yu Xiaogang's face changed. He shouted immediately, "We surrender this round!"
Yang Yunhai didn't hesitate. He halted the downward smash and instead flung Tai Long lightly forward.
Thud, thud, thud!
Tai Long's massive body rolled several times across the ground, limbs twitching uncontrollably, eyes wide open, but unable to speak.
Beneath him, a dark patch began to spread.
"Uh… did he just wet himself from the shock?" The female spectators turned their heads away, while the men twitched uncomfortably.
"That lightning strike was terrifying — burned a hole right through his shoulder." Someone clicked his tongue.
"Damn! So what are slower melee types supposed to do against this guy?" One spectator raged.
"Yeah, he can control and attack — he's literally a melee killer!"
"... "
Da da da!
Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai rushed into the field, lifting Tai Long up one on each side.
"Huang Yuan, take Tai Long to the medical tent." Yu Xiaogang's voice was heavy.
"Despicable!" Liu Erlong clenched her fists, trembling with fury, while Flender's face darkened.
This disgrace was too much.
"Got it." Huang Yuan nodded, bent down, and carried Tai Long toward the medical tents marked with special banners.
Meanwhile, in the arena, Dai Mubai stepped in with a grim face.
Yang Yunhai remained calm, waiting for him to make a move.
"Third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!" At the designated distance, Dai Mubai quickly activated his enhancement skill and charged forward. When he was about ten meters away, he stopped suddenly and opened his mouth wide.
"Second soul skill, White Tiger Light Wave!"
Yang Yunhai raised his hand slightly. Vines surged from the ground, forming into the shape of a giant palm.
Boom!
The light wave struck but failed to penetrate, blocked completely.
"To be honest, I'm curious. Isn't the White Tiger martial soul supposed to be melee-type?" Yang Yunhai suddenly asked.
'A melee martial soul using ranged skills? What, are you afraid to fight up close? Afraid to die?' Dai Mubai's eyes turned cold at the disdain in Yang Yunhai's tone.
"First soul skill, White Tiger Shield!" His body shook, muscles bulging as he launched himself forward.
"Using your shield to block my Parasite Spores? Not bad." Yang Yunhai nodded slightly.
"But unfortunately, you forgot something. The spot you're standing in is exactly where your teammate Tai Long was just now."
When Yang Yunhai had bound Tai Long earlier, he had already implanted spores into his body. Tai Long's landing site had been contaminated long before. Dai Mubai's expression instantly shifted. At that moment, Yang Yunhai gave him a faint nod.
Swish swish swish!
Vines shot up all around Dai Mubai, weaving into a square cage.
"Dammit!" Dai Mubai growled, veins bulging on his forehead. His fourth soul ring lit up.
Boom boom boom!
His fists struck fiercely, golden light erupting as vines trembled and cracked. A glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes.
But the next second, the vines healed themselves at visible speed. His face darkened.
"You seem to have forgotten my second soul skill." Yang Yunhai's voice came again.
And under the astonished gazes of the crowd—
Swish swish swish!
New vines sprouted from the ones surrounding Dai Mubai, lashing at him from every direction.
Bang bang bang!
They slammed into his White Tiger Shield, the strikes rapid and sharp.
In just a blink, the shield shattered. Rip! His clothes tore as Dai Mubai was swallowed by the vines. His screams grew fainter.
"This round, we surrender!"
Seeing Yang Yunhai's second soul ring glowing, Yu Xiaogang forced himself to speak out.
'Damn it, why do soul rings have to light up when using skills?' Yang Yunhai scowled inwardly. 'Once my martial soul evolves again and I gain the Blue Silver Domain, I have to figure out a way to disguise it, make sure I can conceal my soul skills.'
Controlling the thorned vines to retract, he revealed Dai Mubai's bloodied, tattered form.
"So tragic!" One female soul master turned pale and looked away.
"He's way too strong — didn't even move his feet…" Many felt chills down their spines.
"Yang Yunhai, don't go too far!" Liu Erlong roared, her voice icy.
Yang Yunhai lifted his gaze, calm as ever. "Borrowing the words of one of your team members… did he die?"
Tang San's face instantly froze. He raised his head, eyes cold as death, killing intent overflowing. Yang Yunhai had humiliated them again and again, and now hurt Xiao Wu.
This was unforgivable!
"It's just superficial injuries, not even considered serious wounds, right?" A student from Blazing Academy muttered.
His teammate nodded. "His martial soul naturally has thorns. What, is he supposed to not use it in the Soul Master Tournament?"
"If they can't handle a few scratches, why even compete? Go home and raise pigs!" The captain of Barak Academy sneered.
"Looking for death!?" Liu Erlong's veins popped as her killing intent exploded, sweeping toward both academies.
Yang Yunhai, too, was included in that storm of fury.
(End of Chapter)
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