Flander shot up from his chair with a loud bang, his face dark as he stared at the scene below.
He hadn't expected the members of the Royal Fighting Team to be so ruthless. Every move was brutal, aimed to kill, with no intention of holding back.
The red-haired boy stood calmly, looking up at the thundercloud forming above him. Even in the face of such a terrifying attack, his expression remained composed and unhurried.
"What's this guy doing? Why isn't he using his soul skills to defend himself?!"
"This is bad! That move is way too strong—we should run for our lives!"
The audience watched in shock and disbelief.
No one could understand how, in the face of such overwhelming danger, the red-haired boy could still move so leisurely.
Dai Mubai's expression turned serious.
"Oscar, make the sausage. Step back after that."
"Rongrong, use your spirit now. Focus everything on the fat guy alone."
Two beams of light flashed. A moment later, the soul rings of the two lit up, and waves of soul power radiated out.
A terrifying surge of energy exploded as crimson-gold flames erupted like molten magma.
A scorching heatwave swept across the sky.
For a moment, everyone felt as though they were trapped inside a sea of lava. Their vision was filled with blazing red-gold light.
The brightness was unbearable. Many in the audience teared up uncontrollably from the sheer intensity of the light.
The crimson-gold flames crashed down, completely consuming the thundercloud above.
The fire was unimaginably hot. No element could survive such extreme temperatures.
Yu Tianheng was stunned.
He never imagined Ma Hongjun could release such devastating power.
Before his body could even react, a wave of searing flames engulfed him.
The fire roared violently.
Even with his powerful physique, he couldn't withstand the destructive force of the flames.
Blisters instantly bubbled up across his skin. Within seconds, his chest and half of his face were charred black.
As the smoke cleared, the terrifying blaze was gone.
Only one figure remained—kneeling on one knee, hair disheveled, clothes scorched, face pale.
"Are you okay?" Dugu Yan rushed to Yu Tianheng's side, worry filling her eyes.
Seeing him so seriously injured, her heart clenched.
But Yu Tianheng shoved her hand away.
His face was full of unwillingness and rage. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the red-haired boy ahead.
"I haven't lost yet."
His voice was hoarse from the burns, yet filled with stubbornness.
As soon as the words left his mouth, a purple glow surged from his body.
Blue lightning exploded across his skin, arcing and dancing wildly.
The bolts gathered toward his right arm, crackling like a dragon of thunder.
In an instant, his entire right arm transformed into a massive dragon claw.
"Hmph. If I had more strength, I could transform my whole body into a dragon," he growled, staring at his clawed arm, madness flickering in his eyes.
"Third Soul Skill—Thunder's Fury!"
A violent wave of energy erupted from Yu Tianheng, exuding the terrifying presence of a top-tier martial spirit.
At that moment, a dangerous aura radiated from him. His body trembled with the surge of violent energy.
With a powerful stomp, he shot forward like a cannonball.
His dragon claw swung toward the red-haired boy, lightning trailing behind it. The sharp talons gleamed with deadly cold light.
Zhu Zhuqing's expression shifted. Without hesitation, she dashed forward, trying to assist Ma Hongjun.
But suddenly, Yufeng's figure blocked her path.
"Beautiful, your opponent is me." His gaze locked onto her, and he swung his hand in a quick chop toward her lower back.
Zhu Zhuqing twisted her body gracefully, narrowly dodging the blow.
Her cold eyes stared sharply at her opponent.
Dugu Yan glanced at Yu Tianheng, still refusing to surrender, and sighed. She shifted her gaze toward the rest of the Shrek team.
Xiao Wu spun her long scorpion braid, appearing beside Dugu Yan like a phantom.
Just as she was about to unleash her signature Waist Bow, a sudden foul stench hit her nose.
"Oscar..."
Before she could finish speaking, a sausage appeared.
Xiao Wu grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation, her condition stabilizing slightly.
"Be careful," Dai Mubai warned. "Her martial spirit is the Jade Phosphor Serpent. It's extremely poisonous."
Dai Mubai rotated his arm, his eyes locking onto the Shi brothers, who had yet to move.
"White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"
A deafening tiger's roar echoed. Dai Mubai charged forward, unleashing a powerful beam of white energy.
The fat guy was already holding off the opposing captain alone. As the leader, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
In the distance, Yu Tianheng continued attacking relentlessly, pouring everything he had into every strike.
But the red-haired boy's expression shifted—impatience flickering in his eyes.
He stopped dodging.
His fiery red hair floated gently in the air as a soft golden light began radiating from his body.
"Third Soul Skill—Divine Phoenix Arrives."
The golden light grew brighter and brighter. In an instant, a massive flame ignited in the center of the arena.
Just as everyone thought the flames would engulf the entire field, the fire condensed rapidly.
A dazzling golden glow filled the air, and the phantom of a golden phoenix appeared.
Its wings spread wide, tail feathers glowing with radiant colors. Even through their soul power shields, everyone felt a suffocating heat pressing down on them.
A soft, majestic cry echoed—the phoenix's call.
The audience stared in awe at the divine, mysterious creature floating above them.
The instant the golden phoenix appeared, every fighter on the battlefield froze instinctively.
Dugu Yan's face turned completely pale. A wave of weakness spread from her soul outward.
This was the absolute suppression of a top-level martial spirit.
Faced with such overwhelming power, she had no strength left to fight back.
This sense of helplessness was even stronger than what she had experienced that night.
No matter how hard she tried, her skin burned painfully under the oppressive heat.
Yufeng's reaction was even worse. The moment his martial spirit encountered the Phoenix's might, it shattered completely and vanished.
A primal fear surged through his bloodline. Sweat poured from his face.
His clothes crumbled into ashes under the intense heat.
As he stared at the noble and magnificent phoenix overhead, only one thought echoed in his mind—
Surrender.
Even those less affected than Yufeng felt the heavy oppression.
Just resisting the heat was draining their soul power rapidly.
Ma Hongjun's gaze locked on Yu Tianheng.
Yu Tianheng trembled under the unbearable pressure.
Why?!
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is supposed to be a top-tier martial spirit! Why was it still being crushed by the pressure of this Fiery Golden Phoenix?
Under the weight of the overwhelming aura, Yu Tianheng's legs gave out. He dropped to his knees in the middle of the arena.
His face twisted in frustration and rage, sweat pouring down like rain.
As he gritted his teeth, struggling to hold on—
"The Royal Fighting Team admits defeat!"
Qin Ming's voice echoed loudly from outside the arena.
The audience erupted into chaos.
No one could believe it.
The match was over—just like that.