Academy After a period of intensive training, the Shrek Academy members had all made significant progress in their strength. Even running, they could cover about 400 kilometers a day.
One day, the group arrived in a large city, travel-worn.
"Flander, why the sudden change of heart?" the Candy Bean Soul Saint said mockingly, looking at the luxurious hotel before them.
Both teachers and students were puzzled by Flander's behavior. Even Yu Xiaogang, usually with a zombie-like expression, couldn't help but show a hint of doubt.
"Hahaha, two days of travel, everyone's had a tough time. I'll treat you all to a good meal today. But students aren't allowed to drink alcohol," Flander laughed loudly.
"I feel like the Dean's smile is a little malicious," Oscar whispered.
Ma Hongjun stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth and mumbled, "Who cares? Even if the sky falls, we still have to eat first."
After dinner, when Flander led the group to the Soul Arena, everyone finally understood his purpose.
Sure enough, a cunning merchant is still a cunning merchant.
Inside the Grand Arena, in the players' lounge, several members of the Fierce God Team sat on a sofa, chatting casually.
"Boss, your injury's finally healed. We brothers have been resting and recuperating these past few days, we've all practically starved," a man said loudly.
This man had a shaved head, veins bulging on his scalp. A long scar ran diagonally from the corner of his eye to his mouth, adding to his fierce appearance.
"Hmph!"
Meng Li snorted coldly, saying viciously, "Wait for news from Second Brother. I've been bedridden for half a month; if I don't get some blood on my hands, I feel like my martial spirit will rust."
*Swish!* Meng Li toyed with a fruit knife, drawing a sharp arc in the air.
Just then, a one-eyed man pushed open the door and entered.
"Boss, there's news!" the one-eyed man shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the men in the room stood up simultaneously. Their eyes were fixed on the one-eyed man, their faces filled with a thirst for battle and slaughter.
"What did they say at the Soul Arena?" Meng Li asked in a deep voice.
The one-eyed man picked up his water glass and took a big gulp, a grin spreading across his face
. "A level 30 team is challenging us, a team that's way above their level." "What! Level 30!" Meng Li slammed
his hand on the table, asking uncertainly. The one-eyed man nodded. "It's true. The Soul Arena manager told me their highest Soul Power level doesn't exceed Soul Master."
After he finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.
Then, a burst of maniacal laughter erupted.
"Hahaha!"
"Their leader's gone mad! Level 30? Challenging us?"
"Bang!" A fierce glint flashed in Meng Li's eyes as he slammed his hand on the table.
"Brothers, our Fierce God Team is renowned, but I've heard a lot of mockery while I'm recovering. Today, we'll show those cowards who the true masters of the Great Soul Arena are."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cacophony of howls filled the room.
For the Fierce God Team, killing, especially Soul Masters, was pure enjoyment.
At this moment, the one-eyed man said coldly, "This team must be from out of town. They probably want to use us as practice."
Meng Li nodded and said viciously, "No one is allowed to hold back later. Unleash your strongest soul skills and kill them without leaving a trace."
On the other side, Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and the others were watching the changes outside from a VIP room.
"Xiaogang, I heard that this Fierce God Team is not simple. They are all power-attack type soul masters. Can't their soul skills block Tang San's hidden weapons?" Flander's words still carried some worry.
"They can block them." Yu Xiaogang said with a faint smile.
"What did you say?"
Flander's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this. Even with his calm personality, he couldn't help but show a look of panic.
Yu Xiaogang said calmly, "The attack power of the Zhuge Crossbow is such that any offensive Soul Master using their third Soul Skill can basically neutralize it. If it's their fourth Soul Skill, there's even less of a problem."
"Then why are you sending them to fight in Soul Battles? Are you sending them to their deaths?" Flander's voice rose noticeably.
With a surge of anger, his Soul Power circulated on its own, and the entire room seemed to tremble.
"A reckless fool." Yu Xiaogang glanced at Flander, silently mocking him.
Sure enough, after all these years, Flander hadn't changed at all.
Sigh~
In the Golden Iron Triangle back then, he was known as the wise one, truly destined to be a laborer.
Yu Xiaogang walked to the window, hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips.
"So what if they can block it? When facing an opponent clearly weaker than themselves, would an ordinary person directly use their third or fourth Soul Skill, which consumes a lot of Soul Power?"
"Tang San told me that the key to hidden weapons is the word 'hidden.' Do you think those people know how powerful hidden weapons are? If it were you—"
Yu Xiaogang hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly, a surge of soul power erupted from Flander, shoving Yu Xiaogang aside.
"Crack!" A window shattered.
Flander immediately summoned his martial soul and rushed out the window.
Immediately afterward, Li Yusong, Lu Qibin, and even the support Soul Saint Shao Xin, all jumped out of the window.
"Cough cough."
Yu Xiaogang coughed heavily, struggling to his feet, supporting his aching back.
"What is Flander up to?"
Yu Xiaogang slowly walked to the window. Now, because the window had been broken, the shouts of the audience surged in like a tidal wave.
"Kill them!"
"Kill! The Ferocious God Team, well done! Leave no one alive!"
"This!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes narrowed as he looked at the scene on the arena.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.
The next moment, Yu Xiaogang felt a tightness in his chest, his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground.
On the arena.
"Bang!" Dai Mubai was struck in the chest by an eagle's talon, and like a kite with a broken string,
he was sent flying backward. But that wasn't all; while he was still in mid-air, two sharp gusts of wind rushed towards him.
"Mubai!"
Tang San shouted anxiously.
His words had barely left his lips when Dai Mubai's first soul skill was instantly shattered.
The two soul power attacks struck Dai Mubai's stomach, and a spurt of scarlet blood gushed out.
"Bang!" Dai Mubai crashed heavily onto the arena.
He struggled to get up, but the next moment, a strong wave of dizziness washed over him, and he immediately lost consciousness.
Not far away, a one-eyed man's lips curled into a smile. Clearly, he was very satisfied with his attack.
At this moment, Tang San swiftly took a few steps, dodging a fireball spewed from the mouth of a wild boar soul master.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion erupted where Tang San had been standing. Surging soul power rippled outwards, whipping up a raging gust of wind that spread in all directions.
This soul master's spirit was a Flame Boar, a spirit possessing both offense and defense, and powerful fire elemental abilities.
"Pfft!"
Tang San was struck in the back by this gust of wind and immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Although the Ghostly Shadow Steps technique was ingenious, it was utterly ineffective against this wide-ranging, indiscriminate attack.
Tang San frantically circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, barely suppressing his injuries.
"Whoosh!" Several strands of Blue Silver Grass spiraled upwards, binding the wild boar soul master's legs.
The purple in his eyes reached its peak, and his hands turned completely milky white. While dodging, streaks of eerie light swirled from his hands.
"Clang clang clang!"
A dense series of collision sounds rang out.
Triangular, square, barbed, poisonous...
Tang San's hidden weapons rained down on the wild boar soul master.
However, upon closer inspection, it seemed that the opponent's body was covered with a layer of earthy yellow soul power, blocking all the hidden weapons.
"Damn it! If only I had Dragon Beard Needles, specifically designed to counter this kind of protective aura." Tang San's eyes narrowed, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face.
The original plan was for Shrek Academy's group to use the Zhuge Crossbow to defeat the entire enemy force in a single round.
Unexpectedly,
the enemy immediately activated their strongest soul skill.
Tang San hadn't anticipated that the Zhuge Crossbow, capable of piercing steel plates, couldn't break through the enemy's fourth soul skill.
Fortunately, two enemy soldiers were momentarily careless and fell.
However, the remaining four were completely overwhelming for Shrek Academy.
For the first time, Tang San felt his hidden weapons were insufficient.
At the same time, he gained a deeper understanding of Soul Master level experts. Moreover,
despite being at the same Soul Master level, the enemy's combat power was more than double that of the Notting Academy Dean.
However, the price paid for this growth was too high.
"Damn it! It's that strange weapon again. Second brother, you and third brother, go together and skin this kid alive!"
Meng Li shouted, knocking Zhu Zhuqing back with a single blow.
"Yes!"
The one-eyed man abandoned Dai Mubai, a gust of wind surging from his back as he soared into the air, charging towards Tang San.
His martial soul was the Great Eagle, a martial soul that was both ferocious and swift.
Sensing the soul power fluctuations from behind, Tang San focused his mental energy to the extreme.
"Sizzle!" A sharp attack grazed Tang San's shoulder.
Instantly, a large amount of blood gushed out. The next moment, Tang San felt that his left arm had completely lost sensation.
"Pfft pfft pfft—"
A series of dense claws piercing flesh rang out, it was Zhu Zhuqing's attack.
Taking advantage of the moment Meng Li issued the command, Zhu Zhuqing made her move.
First Soul Skill: Netherworld Thrust.
Second Soul Skill: Netherworld Hundred Claws.
Third Soul Skill: Netherworld Transformation. With her soul skills activated, her strength and attack power increased by 50% simultaneously.
All three soul rings shone brightly, plus the 30% speed boost from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Zhu Zhuqing's figure almost completely became a phantom.
Her timing was perfect, striking at the very moment when Meng Li, having defeated her, was issuing orders to others and his attention was slightly diverted.
Of course, it's also possible that Meng Li believed a Soul Master level opponent couldn't possibly break through the Giant Bear Martial Soul's defenses.
However, how could he have imagined that this girl possessed a secret weapon?
A two-thousand-year-old Terrorclaw Bear external soul bone: under absolute conditions, it ignores 50% of the opponent's defense.
"Whoosh!"
The final strike of the Netherworld Hundred Claws came down.
Zhu Zhuqing's soul power in her right hand almost solidified, slicing through the air with a sharp sound.
Her target was singular: Meng Li's head.
Agility-type Soul Masters weren't at an advantage on the arena. But without a doubt, they were always the most astute at seizing opportunities.
However, the next moment,
Zhu Zhuqing's body suddenly changed direction.
Her body instantly completed a 180-degree rotation, unleashing her strongest attack.
"Whoosh!"
A violent clash resounded as Zhu Zhuqing's claws collided with the one-eyed man's eagle claws.
"Crack!"
Several sounds of bones breaking rang out, and a sharp pain shot through his fingers, causing the one-eyed man's face to contort in agony.
He never expected this Soul Master's attack power to be so formidable, actually managing to defeat him in a direct confrontation.
He gritted his teeth, a flash of ferocity in his eyes.
"Bang!"
A surge of powerful soul energy erupted from his body, instantly forcing Zhu Zhuqing back.
There was no way around it; a difference of more than ten levels in soul energy couldn't be bridged by a few exquisite soul skills.
"Whoosh!"
A surge of frenzied soul energy struck.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes sharpened, and she unleashed another claw strike.
The next moment, a surge of powerful soul energy erupted from Meng Li's body. Zhu Zhuqing's body flew backward, taking Ning Rongrong with her, tumbling twenty or thirty meters away.
"Huff~"
Meng Li gasped for breath, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. If the one-eyed man hadn't intervened in time to ambush Zhu Zhuqing, he would have been dead today.
Meng Li's face instantly regained its fierce expression.
The Fierce God Team's original plan was to kill all their opponents in one charge.
However, two members relaxed slightly and didn't use their strongest soul skills. The next moment, they were riddled with bullets.
The remaining four felt a sense of relief and even fear. If they hadn't used their full strength, they would already be corpses.
However, it was the stimulation of this blood that drove the Fierce God Team completely mad.
They charged without hesitation, and in just one round, they scattered the Shrek Academy members.
Dai Mubai was defeated by the one-eyed soul master in one move, and his fate was unknown.
Tang San used his hidden weapons and agility to hold off the wild boar soul master.
Among the Fierce God Team, Meng Li had the strongest martial soul and the highest soul power. However, Zhu Zhuqing, with Ning Rongrong's assistance, could barely block his attacks.
Oscar was the most seriously injured, and he lay in a pool of blood.
His face was almost ashen, his eyes were closed, and his lips were bloodless. Only the faint rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was still alive.
However, his left arm was now completely empty.
Beside him, a bald Soul Master held the mutilated arm in his hand and took a big bite. He chewed it a few times with satisfaction, then casually tossed the arm aside.
Ma Hongjun was unharmed.
The moment the four enemies rushed over, Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai, and Tang San each faced one of them.
Ma Hongjun reacted quickly; he bit into Oscar's speed-boosting sausage, rolled away to avoid the attack, and then scrambled off the stage.
However, Oscar behind him was not so lucky.
"Referee, we concede! We concede!"
Just as Meng Li was about to make his move, Flander rushed to the edge of the stage and shouted anxiously.
The moment Flander saw the four members of the Ferocious God Team attack, he instantly activated his Cat-Owl Martial Soul and rushed over from the window.
The VIP room was only a few hundred meters from the arena, but Flander felt that those few hundred meters was the longest distance he had ever traveled in his life.
Upon hearing this, the referee raised his megaphone and shouted, "I declare that in the fourth arena, the Ferocious God Team has won the six-on-six team battle of Soul Masters."
The referee had seen too many situations like this.
Teams that fought against the Ferocious God Team never fared well. Even for Soul Master level teams, the battles usually ended within three minutes.
Not to mention Soul Venerable teams challenging teams of higher levels.
He just hadn't expected that this time, the Ferocious God Team would lose two members.
Flander breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
However, looking at the two students lying on the arena, especially Oscar's empty left arm, the light in Flander's eyes immediately disappeared.
However, the audience was not so impressed.
Although the battle on the field was intense, it had actually been less than a minute since the match started.
"Holy crap! What's this team leader doing?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. Didn't you see his seven spirit rings? That's a Spirit Saint level expert."
"Hmph, does being a Spirit Saint mean you can do whatever you want? Damn it, give me my money back!"
(End of Chapter)