Chapter 119: Shrek Academy to Win? Complete Suppression of the Heavenly Soul Team
"Want to finish us off?"
Dai Yueheng threw his head back, letting out a harsh, grating laugh as if he had just heard the greatest joke in the world. A thick, viscous trace of mockery surfaced in his White Tiger twin pupils, swirling with a dense, baleful energy. He jutted his tongue out, dragging it slowly across the corner of his mouth. The soul power radiating from his muscular frame crackled, emitting faint, explosive pops as his battle lust reached a fever pitch.
"Taking on two of us at once? Completely outclassed in soul power rank, surrounded on all sides, and you still have the nerve to spout such arrogant garbage?" Dai Yueheng sneered, the sound dripping with absolute scorn. He stomped his right foot down hard, shattering the reinforced stone tiles beneath his heel. "Then come try it! Let's see if those freaky eyes of yours go blind first, or if my tiger claws rip your throat out!"
Before the echoes of his threat could even fade, Dai Yueheng lunged forward like a bolt of white lightning.
He had no intention of testing the waters. He wanted this over quickly and brutally. In a single breath, he activated his first Soul Skill, White Tiger Barrier, and his second Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, simultaneously.
His already burly physique expanded rapidly, muscles bulging to monstrous proportions. Coarse, dark golden fur sprouted from beneath his skin, and his entire being radiated a ruthless, overbearing aura of Gengjin energy, sharp enough to slice the very air around him. Dai Yueheng knew from the intelligence reports that Liu Yuan's spiritual control was highly dangerous. Therefore, he chose the most stable, violent, and direct method available—pure physical subjugation.
As long as he forced a close-quarters brawl and denied Liu Yuan the time and space to concentrate on large-scale spiritual formations, his Soul Emperor-level physical fitness would be more than enough to crush the boy into the dirt.
Watching the hulking beast charge, the golden light swirling deep within Liu Yuan's Double Pupils converged into a pinpoint of absolute focus.
He remained perfectly calm. He knew that against an assault-system Soul Emperor of Dai Yueheng's caliber, conventional dodging was a waste of stamina. The tiger's reach and explosive speed would simply track him down.
"Qilin Precious Technique—Reinforce!"
Liu Yuan let out a low, commanding shout. Dark purple soul power erupted from his core, instantly coating his entire body. The energy condensed thickest around his hands and arms, where the faint, majestic phantoms of Qilin scales materialized, locking together like impenetrable armor.
He did not take a single step back. Instead, he planted his feet, raised his fists, and met Dai Yueheng's descending tiger claws head-on.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull, sickening thuds of bone, muscle, and soul power colliding echoed across the arena in an endless staccato.
Both combatants clashed dozens of times in the span of a few mere seconds. Every single punch Dai Yueheng threw carried the weight of a falling mountain, laced with the vicious, tearing Gengjin energy unique to the White Tiger martial soul. Liu Yuan's counterattacks, however, were far more eerie and precise. His fists were imbued with the primordial Origin vibrations channeled through his Double Pupils, actively attempting to deconstruct and disintegrate the Soul Emperor's defenses upon every impact.
Yet, as the starting captain of the official Shrek Academy team, Dai Yueheng's combat experience and close-quarters brutality were at the absolute peak of his generation.
Even with the supreme ocular power of the Double Pupils and the physical augmentation of the Qilin Precious Technique, the sheer mathematical disadvantage in soul power rank was a gaping chasm. Rank 49 versus Rank 60-plus. It was an entire world of difference. With every devastating clash, violent tremors traveled up Liu Yuan's arms, and his meridians screamed under the intense backlash of the impacts. He was holding his ground, but he was not gaining any advantage in the brutal exchange.
"Is that all you've got? And you dare to talk big?"
Dai Yueheng's predatory instincts keenly sensed a microscopic stagnation in Liu Yuan's breathing rhythm. Roaring wildly, he shifted his tiger palms into tightly coiled fists, seized the fleeting opening in Liu Yuan's guard, and slammed a devastating blow directly onto the boy's crossed arms.
A massive torrent of white soul power detonated on impact. Liu Yuan felt a titanic force crash into his guard. He was sent rocketing backward, his boots carving deep trenches into the arena floor, sliding several meters before he could finally dig his heels in and stabilize his stance.
But before Liu Yuan could even draw a breath to steady his aching lungs, Ling Luochen made her move.
The ice-attribute Soul King, who had been standing silently behind Dai Yueheng like a stalking shadow, tapped her crystalline ice staff lightly against the ground. Her fifth soul ring flared with a blinding, brilliant light.
Several crystal-clear chains of Extreme Ice erupted from the shadows cast beneath Liu Yuan's boots. They spiraled upward like venomous vipers, seeking to bind his limbs. Simultaneously, a massive, howling frost storm detonated along the exact path Liu Yuan had just been forced to retreat across, turning the air into a meat grinder of frozen blades.
Trapped in the kill zone, Liu Yuan had nowhere to dodge. He braced himself and took the onslaught head-on. The absolute zero cold invaded his body instantly, freezing the moisture on his skin, slowing his muscle responses, and leaving several fine, bloody ice-blade lacerations across his arms and flanks.
"Second Soul Skill, Undying Body!"
Dark purple runic patterns flared to life across Liu Yuan's skin. The boundless, surging vitality of the Gold of Life flooded his veins, knitting the torn flesh and sealing the frostbitten wounds in the blink of an eye.
Still, Liu Yuan's jaw tightened, his gaze darkening as he calculated the grim reality of his position. Being pinned down by two top-tier starting members right in the heart of Shrek's battle formation was incredibly dangerous. Their tacit coordination was flawless, leaving him zero breathing room.
'Sure enough, the main forces of the Shrek Team are not on the same level as those guys from the Sun Moon Team who rely entirely on external soul tools...' Liu Yuan mused inwardly, his Double Pupils locking with lethal intensity onto the two opponents boxing him in.
Across the arena, Vina, Chen Lu, and the remaining members of the Heavenly Soul Team saw Liu Yuan get surrounded. Panic flashed in their eyes, and they immediately surged forward to break the encirclement and support him.
"Don't even think about getting past!"
Huo Yuhao, Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi, and Wang Dong, who had been roaming the edges of the battlefield like a pack of hunting wolves, instantly snapped into a flawless defensive formation.
Even though they were outnumbered four to five against the remaining Heavenly Soul Imperial Academy members, the sheer overall quality and terrifying cooperation of Shrek Academy were vividly displayed in this single moment.
Violent arcs of thunder surged around Bei Bei, the draconic majesty of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon roaring to life and making it impossible for the Heavenly Soul vanguard to cross even half a step. Beside him, Xu Sanshi slammed his foot down and activated his Mysterious Underworld Shock, summoning a massive, impenetrable shield wall of dark water that forcibly cut the battlefield in half.
High above, Wang Dong provided sweeping aerial support, raining down suppressive fire, while Huo Yuhao stood at the center of the formation, his eyes glowing gold. Through his Spiritual Detection Sharing, Huo Yuhao fed his teammates the most precise, real-time interception instructions, mapping out every twitch and movement of their enemies.
Relying on this terrifying, telepathic level of teamwork, the four Shrek reserves actually managed to completely halt the desperate charge of Vina and her teammates.
Thus, this seven-on-seven grand final, the match that would determine the ultimate champion of the continent, was violently fractured into three isolated, non-interfering battlefields.
On the far left, Ma Xiaotao was unleashing a torrential sea of evil fire, comprehensively suppressing Long Aotian.
In the center, Huo Yuhao's group of four maintained an ironclad stalemate against the remaining five combatants of the Heavenly Soul Team.
And in the rear, Dai Yueheng and Ling Luochen maintained their suffocating encirclement, hunting Liu Yuan.
The situation for the Heavenly Soul Team had plummeted into an absolute nightmare.
Across these three battlefields, even if Huo Yuhao's side was technically a draw, Shrek held an overwhelming, suffocating advantage on both Ma Xiaotao's and Dai Yueheng's fronts.
The cheers and frantic discussions of the millions in the audience erupted like a tidal wave. High above the arena, sixteen class-seven panoramic soul tools broadcasted this oppressive, one-sided domination to every corner of the plaza in crystal-clear detail.
"Truly worthy of Shrek Academy! They are indeed the absolute hegemon that has stood tall for ten thousand years!"
"That's right! When I saw the Heavenly Soul Team play against the Sun Moon Imperial Team before, I thought they were heaven-defying monsters. But now it seems that when they encounter the full-strength Shrek, they don't even have the right to fight back!"
"Did you notice? Shrek hasn't even dispatched all their main starting members yet! Just with this mixed lineup, they have already suppressed the Heavenly Soul Team until they can't even catch their breath. If the original seven monsters were all here, I'm afraid the game would have ended in the first minute."
Such fervent praise echoed not only throughout Star Luo Plaza but was rapidly spreading across the entire continent via the soul tool broadcasts.
High up in the luxurious VIP seating, Emperor Xu Jiawei leaned against the velvet railing, unable to stop a deep sigh from escaping his lips. "Sure enough, Shrek is still Shrek. This ten-thousand-year foundation is truly impressive." He paused, his eyes narrowing as he watched the boy with the Double Pupils. "But it is not easy for the Heavenly Soul Team to hold on until now under such suffocating pressure. After all, their opponent is an impossible mountain."
Down in the competitor's area, Elder Xuan sat heavily in the team leader's seat. Listening to the tidal wave of praise washing over the arena, he felt a deep, intoxicating surge of pride.
He picked up his wine gourd, took a long swig, and looked up at the slightly battered Liu Yuan on the ring. A smug, yellow-toothed sneer stretched across his wrinkled face, his voice dripping with vindictive satisfaction.
"Through actual combat, you finally understand the true power of our Shrek, right?" Elder Xuan muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Stupid little beast. What garbage Body Sect? What crooked, heretical ways? In front of absolute truth and orthodox power, they are not worth mentioning at all!"
He wiped the wine from his chin, his sneer widening. "In the future, you will only regret your arrogant choice that day more and more! Now, you should hurry up and lose, and then crawl over here to kowtow to me and admit your mistake in front of the whole continent!"
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at Shrek Academy, deep inside the sacred halls of the Sea God Pavilion.
The old masters of the inner court, watching the live soul tool broadcast, showed gratified, relaxed smiles one after another.
"The children are performing exceptionally well today. Their coordination is incredibly tacit," one old master nodded, stroking his white beard in praise.
Yan Shaozhe stood near the projection, his chest puffed out, looking even more high-spirited than the rest. He laughed heartily. "At this rate, the championship is already in our pockets. We've won for sure!"
However, amidst the warm, celebratory atmosphere of the pavilion, only Elder Mu, who sat slumped in his wooden wheelchair at the head of the table, said absolutely nothing.
His ancient, cloudy eyes were staring fixedly at the projection, tracking every single subtle movement, every micro-adjustment Liu Yuan made on that arena. As a Limit Douluo and the absolute pinnacle powerhouse on the continent, the depth of what Elder Mu was witnessing went far beyond what the cheering crowds or even his own pavilion masters could comprehend.
There was no joy in his ancient, sunken eyes. Instead, a cold dread pooled in his stomach, growing heavier and more alarming with every passing second.
Because the reality of the situation was terrifying. The Liu Yuan on that ring was currently using his mere Rank 49 soul power to fight against both Dai Yueheng and Ling Luochen at the exact same time!
Dai Yueheng was a Soul Emperor. Ling Luochen was a Soul King. Both were top-tier geniuses cultivated with the absolute best resources Shrek had to offer, and both possessed flawless tactical literacy.
Yet, in this extreme, lethal situation of fighting one-versus-two, while being completely and utterly crushed in soul power rank, Liu Yuan was only being 'slightly' suppressed.
He hadn't been instantly killed. He hadn't even been crippled. With the terrifying blessing of the Undying Body, his footwork remained impeccably steady, his breathing was controlled, and the oppressive, soul-crushing pressure radiating from his Double Pupils was actually increasing rather than decreasing under the strain.
This kind of monstrous fighting will, this ability to resist pressure across multiple major ranks, was simply ridiculously strong. It bordered on the absurd.
'This kind of genius...'Elder Mu sighed heavily in his heart, violent ripples tearing through his originally calm, placid state of mind.'How did our Shrek Academy let such a once-in-ten-thousand-years talent slip through our fingers?'
The longer Elder Mu watched the boy fight, the more a suffocating sense of loss gripped his chest. Compared to the shiny championship trophy that was about to be placed in their hands, he cared far, far more about the outstanding youth they had thrown away.
This loss, for Shrek Academy, was a tragedy far more devastating than losing a hundred championships.
However, the regrets of the old dragon could not reach the arena. On the stage, the grand final had just entered its true, white-hot stage of absolute carnage.
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