"Xiao Wu!!!"
Tang San, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing and others all shouted.
Xiao Wu's body slowly fell after hitting the ceiling.
Tang San quickly caught Xiao Wu, a tear flashing in his eyes.
"Third...Third Brother..."
Xiao Wu wanted to say something, but before she could finish, she fainted.
The whole audience was in an uproar.
On the viewing platform, Flander was no longer as relaxed as before. He clenched his fist and slammed it against the railing.
"Damn it, it's just a Soul Fighting match, why are they so violent?"
"I'm going to find the referee to complain about the Origin Team!"
Flander turned around to find the referee.
"Enough, Flander."
"Soul skills are blind on the Soul Fighting stage.
Even if you go to the referee, he won't cancel this Soul Fighting match."
Yu Xiaogang's face was extremely solemn as he slowly said, "Now we can only hope that the little monsters can win this Soul Fighting match, otherwise, we can only admit defeat."
After hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Flander could only swallow his anger.
Xiao Luo looked at Yan Yu'er behind him and sighed, "Yu'er, you really went all out.
I bet that girl won't be able to get out of bed for at least half a month."
"Focus on the competition, or Yu'er might give you a whipping too,"
Wei Chen chuckled beside him.
They were just joking; they didn't really think Yan Yu'er had gone too far.
After all, this was on the Soul Fighting Stage.
If it weren't for Mu Ling and Yan Yu'er's timely help, Mu Xue's fate probably wouldn't have been much better than Xiao Wu's.
After sending Xiao Wu off the stage, a flash of anger crossed the faces of the Shrek Academy members.
Especially Tang San, whose expression was as cold as frost.
"You dared to severely injure Xiao Wu!"
"Unforgivable!"
Yang Hao was bewildered when he saw Tang San muttering to himself.
"What's this guy muttering to himself?"
"Has he turned evil?"
Tang San slowly walked towards the seven members of the Origin Team, and suddenly eight spider legs appeared behind him.
"Ghostly Shadow!"
Tang San moved with lightning speed, bypassing Lin Luochuan and Yang Hao, heading straight for the Mu Xue and Mu Ling sisters behind him.
"So fast!"
Lin Luochuan and Yang Hao were utterly shocked; they hadn't even had time to react.
Dai Mubai, who had just recovered, saw the enraged Tang San and sighed slightly, "It seems that only when Xiao Wu is injured will Xiao San turn into a demon."
Oscar nodded and chuckled, "Looks like the Origin Team is going to have a tough time."
"Third Soul Skill, Spider Web Binding!"
"My third soul skill absorbs a two-thousand-year-old Human-Faced Demon Spider.
My Blue Silver Grass is already incredibly tough.
As long as we deal with these two support-type soul masters, we still have a chance,"
Tang San analyzed the battle situation in his mind.
His Eight Spider Soul Bone was extremely poisonous.
Even if the opponent's soul power level was high, as long as they were scratched by the Eight Spider Soul Bone, they would definitely lose their fighting ability on the spot.
After making his plan, Tang San was about to make his next move when a clear, cold voice rang out again.
"First Soul Skill, Strangulation!"
A thick tentacle flew across again.
Tang San's expression remained resolute upon seeing this.
"This is my Blue Silver Grass enhanced by my third soul skill. She's only my first soul skill; there's no way she can break it!"
Before Tang San could finish speaking,his Blue Silver Grass was once again cleaved in two by the octopus's thick tentacles.
Tang San's eyes widened, his mind blank.
No, why?
She's only my first soul skill; how could she break my third?
Tang San's composure crumbled instantly.
The next second,
Mu Xue and Mu Ling quickly switched positions with Wei Chen and Xiao Luo.
"First Soul Skill, Lightning Strike!"
Wei Chen unleashed his soul skill, a golden lightning bolt striking towards Tang San.
Tang San suppressed his emotions, preparing to use Ghost Shadow Steps again to dodge the lightning strike.
"Still trying to escape?"
"First Soul Skill, Extreme Cold Ray!"
A cold ray instantly restrained Tang San's feet.
Boom!
The raging lightning struck Tang San precisely!
"Ah!"
Tang San screamed, his hair standing on end!
"Third Brother! Third Brother!"
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Zhu Zhuqing rushed towards Tang San.
But just then, a cold figure vanished in an instant.
"Instead of worrying about others, you should worry more about yourself."
"Third Soul Skill, Gale Strike!"
Xiao Luo's figure flashed across the Soul Arena.
Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, and Dai Mubai fell instantly, without even a sound.
Xiao Luo had defeated three people in one strike.
This wasn't just because Mu Xue and Mu Ling had provided timely support, but also because of everything he had learned about assassins from Lan over the past three months.
Among the seven members of the Origin Team, his threat was no less than Yan Yu'er's.
Tang San, struck by lightning, also slowly collapsed.
On the Soul Arena, only Oscar and Ning Rongrong, two support-type Soul Masters, remained of the Shrek Seven Devils.
Oscar looked around helplessly at his fallen teammates.
This was the first time he had felt such a profound sense of powerlessness.
They had lost this Soul Battle.
Oscar looked at the referee, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and said, "The Shrek Seven Devils concede!"
A deafening roar erupted throughout the Soto Grand Arena!
"Origin Team! Origin Team! Origin Team!"
The name of the Origin Team echoed throughout the entire Soto Grand Arena.
On the viewing platform,
Yu Xiaogang slumped into his chair.
They lost.
He had actually lost.
Yu Xiaogang had painstakingly studied martial spirit theory for years; where had he ever seen tactics like those of the Origin Team?
Support-type spirit masters stood in the front row, acting as defensive spirit masters to draw fire, while defensive spirit masters fought like control-type spirit masters.
And that deep-sea electric eel spirit master—not a powerful offensive spirit master, but a mobile electric tower!
The most outrageous was the control-type spirit master, standing at the very back of the team, yet still managing to provide precise support throughout the entire match!
Tang San, the core of the team, was completely suppressed by her from beginning to end!
The Shrek Seven Devils were utterly defeated in this battle!
Not only in teamwork and tactics, but also in individual strength.
"Are they really just a Sea Soul Master team? "
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but doubt his own existence.
After the Soul Battle ended, the seven members of the Origin Team immediately found Lan.
"Teacher, didn't you say this opponent was very strong?
I feel like they're not even as strong as the Heaven Dou Team."
Yang Hao scratched his head.
In fact, in terms of overall strength, the Heaven Dou Team was stronger than the Shrek Seven Devils.
The Shrek Seven Devils' strength was only in tactics.
But when their tactics were crushed by the Origin Team, they posed no threat at all.
Take Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, for example.
How could it compare to Yan Yu'er's Octopus?
It didn't even give Yan Yu'er a chance to unleash a second whip.
"You kid, it's all thanks to Teacher's guidance."
"If it were us before, we might not have been able to beat these Shrek Seven Devils."
Lin Luochuan laughed.
Under Lan's guidance, they not only developed a unique tactical system, but each person's combat awareness and skills improved by leaps and bounds.
This is what built such an invincible team.
"Yes, tactics are important, but your execution of those tactics was equally excellent,"
Lan praised generously.
Praise should be given to students when it's due, otherwise it will dampen their enthusiasm.
Just then, several figures approached from a distance.
"You must be the leader of the Origin Team?"
"Aren't you going to give us Shrek a proper explanation?"
Flander looked at Lan coldly, Zhao Wuji beside him.
The doctor at the Soto Grand Arena had just examined Shrek's injuries.
Xiao Wu and Dai Mubai were both seriously injured, the kind that wouldn't heal for at least a month.
Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Zhu Zhuqing also suffered considerable injuries.
For a spirit battle, this had gone beyond the realm of mere competition.
Lin Luochuan stepped forward, looked at Flander, and sneered, "Explanation?"
"Soul skills have no eyes on the Soul Arena, that's the rule there. Besides, we've already held back."
"Where did this junior come from, letting your team leader speak?"
"Otherwise, this matter won't be settled today."
Zhao Wuji's face was icy, and he faintly exuded the aura of a Soul Saint.
Seven soul rings slowly rose beneath Zhao Wuji and Flander's feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.
Both were seven-ring Soul Saints, far surpassing ordinary Soul Saints.
"Two Soul Saints?!"
"Damn it."
Xiao Luo's face was icy cold.
Although the Dean had said that even at level 85, he wasn't a match for Teacher Lan, they were currently on land.
They hadn't seen Lan fight, but they could roughly guess that Lan's martial soul was a sea martial soul.
Even if their teacher was a Soul Douluo, it was impossible for him to defeat two Soul Saints on land.
"Are you Shrek a bunch of sore losers?"
Lin Luochuan's eyes were icy, and the seven of them subtly prepared for battle.
Upon hearing this, Flander coldly replied, "Shrek can certainly afford to lose.
I admit we're outmatched, but you shouldn't have used such force, harming our students."
"This world ultimately values strength. Since you've used such force, you should be prepared accordingly."
Just then, the steward of the Soto Grand Arena arrived, trying to mediate between the two sides.
After all, these were two Soul Saints; while the Soto Grand Arena wasn't afraid, they didn't need to offend them.
Lan gently raised her hand, seemingly to stop the steward.
"You want an explanation?"
"Fine. "
"I'll give you two chances.
Come at me all at once."
"If I summon my Martial Soul, I'll consider it a loss,"
Lan said softly.
Hearing Lan's words,Lin Luochuan and the others widened their eyes.
Fight two high-level Soul Saints without summoning her Martial Soul?
How could that be possible?
The two black-robed men silently watching from the corner were also slightly startled.
Not summoning his Martial Soul to fight two Soul Saints?
Could this guy be... Zhao Wuji?
Flander hesitated instantly upon hearing Lan's words.
Especially Zhao Wuji; the last time he heard something similar, he was brutally beaten.
But the white-haired man before him was so young; he couldn't possibly be a Title Douluo.
Seeing Flander and Zhao Wuji hesitate,
a glint flashed in the depths of Lan's eyes, his voice indifferent: "If you won't make a move, then it's my turn."
"Return to the Void."
The word "Void" fell.
Boom!
An extremely terrifying pressure suddenly descended!
Flander and Zhao Wuji felt as if a mountain was weighing on their backs; the immense pressure instantly forced them to their knees, unable to lift their heads, and the ground itself was crushed!
A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.
(P.S. To thank all the readers for their support, today's chapter is a long one of 3,000 words.
I'll update more often in the future. It's a bit late!)
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