Chapter 217: Ye Yin Zhu Makes Her Move
From the perspective of the little ones, they saw Feng Xiaotian, after retracting his long-charged attack, start frantically swinging his weapon at the air in front of him.
Then, it was as if all the bones in his body had been drained, and he collapsed on the arena, crying.
Mumbling to himself, he said, "This is impossible, this is impossible."
Ye Yin Zhu raised an eyebrow, stopped playing her zither, and Feng Xiaotian snapped out of the illusion. However, the damage to his mind wasn't so easily healed.
No matter how much Huo Wushuang and Huo Wu called out to him from below the stage, Feng Xiaotian didn't recover from his state of despair.
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, walked over to Feng Xiaotian, and kicked him off the arena.
Huo Wu and her brother quickly caught him, shaking him hard.
But the unfortunate guy still stared blankly, mumbling, "Impossible, how could this happen?"
Witnessing all of this, Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ye Yin Zhu with confusion in her eyes.
"What exactly did he see to end up like this?"
The others also looked at Ye Yin Zhu, hoping to solve the mystery in their hearts.
Ye Yin Zhu scratched his head awkwardly under everyone's gaze.
"It's just a little bit of fear. Looks like I overdid it with the medicine."
"What exactly did you show him? To scare him like this?" The little rabbit was filled with curiosity. Seeing Feng Xiaotian in such a pitiful state, even her prior annoyance with him vanished.
On the stands, Ning Bei, who had felt Ye Yin Zhu's power before, helplessly shook his head, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at the lifeless Feng Xiaotian.
"Indeed, it's a mental kill."
The referee, seeing that Feng Xiaotian had fallen off the arena and noticing two Shenfeng team members lying with their hands on their necks and rolling their eyes in the water bubbles, quickly announced the result.
"With this, Imperial Fight Team II wins the elimination round of the 6-to-3 match!"
Imperial Fight Team II became the first team to advance to the top three in the grand final. The audience, especially those from the Heaven Dou Empire, erupted into loud applause.
Ning Fengzhi, on the high platform, had a satisfied smile on his face. Although this team participated under the name of the Heaven Dou Empire, all its members were disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
From them, Ning Fengzhi saw the future glory of his sect.
"You kids performed well. Now, only the Spirit Hall team stands in our way."
Gu Rong stroked his beard and spoke with great satisfaction, clearly not putting Shrek Academy in any regard.
Chen Xin nodded in agreement. Having dedicated most of his life to the sect, how could he not be happy?
After celebrating for a while, the little ones slowly walked off the arena toward the stands, but they were stopped by Huo Wu.
"What exactly did you do to Xiaotian? It's just a match; why go so far?"
The little ones paused for a moment, then looked to Ye Yin Zhu. After all, they didn't know what he had done.
Ye Yin Zhu gave a guilty glance at Feng Xiaotian, still lying dazed on the ground, and then looked at Huo Wu. He thought to himself, "I didn't do anything to him; I just did something in front of him."
"It's nothing. I'll just play a song for Mr. Feng, and he'll be fine."
Huo Wu's anger slowly dissipated. With a hum, she stepped aside, allowing Ye Yin Zhu to pass.
Upon reaching the Shenfeng Academy team, Ye Yin Zhu sat down under the watchful eyes of the team members, placed the guqin on his lap, and began playing.
"First Soul Skill—The Sound of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty."
This time, the music wasn't eerie or terrifying, but filled with harmony and joy. The expressions of the Shenfeng members slowly began to soften.
As Ye Yin Zhu played, Feng Xiaotian's unfocused eyes slowly started to regain focus, and the resentment that had been suffusing his body gradually dissipated into the air.
Huo Wu saw this and smiled in delight, rushing to his side and helping him up.
"Xiaotian, you're alright now, right?"
Hearing her familiar voice, Feng Xiaotian trembled and mechanically turned his head to look at his beloved's face.
The eight-foot-tall man cried like a boiling kettle and tightly embraced Huo Wu, his voice gasping for air.
"Xiao Wu, I... I... You... You..."
Huo Wu felt his snot and tears dripping onto her neck and, in disgust, tried to push him away. But she couldn't, as his iron-like arms held her tightly, causing her back to ache.
She could only look helplessly at Ye Yin Zhu, seemingly asking what had just happened.
Ye Yin Zhu finished playing, stood up gracefully, and walked away, leaving all the credit behind.
Turning around, he noticed the little rabbit charging toward him like a village madwoman but was stopped by Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who were trying to hold back their laughter.
The little rabbit was carried through the air by the two of them, her long legs still kicking in the air as she cursed loudly.
"What's with all the yelling? What 'Xiao Wu'? What's your relationship with her? Your mistress is Huo Wu!"
"I %￥#&&*@"
Ye Yin Zhu immediately understood what had happened, thinking about Feng Xiaotian's previous words. A smile spread across his face.
The little rabbit, dragged back to the stands by the two sisters, had lost her voice from all the shouting. She pulled out a carrot from her soul tool and took a bite, filled with frustration.
"My Ning Bei brother is watching from above, you troublemaker! What if he misinterprets this?"
In the following matches, the little ones got to see the clash of two martial soul fusion techniques: Tian Shui's snowflakes against Huo Wu and Xie Yue's charm.
In the pink mist, Tian Shui's team of long legs was completely suppressed and couldn't put up much of a fight before losing.
The applause in the arena was deafening. After all, the Spirit Hall team was fighting on their home turf, and they displayed enough power to go toe-to-toe with Imperial Fight Team II.
The audience was excited to see what kind of sparks these two teams would generate in the final. And among the top three, there was an oddball team.
The Shrek team, in all its poop-green glory, had relied on King Tang's perfected flatulence technique, and with the team's fierce entanglement, they had successfully exhausted the clumsy Elephant Armored Academy and made it into the top three.
They would face off against Spirit Hall and Imperial Fight Team II in the final round. However, no one believed that this stinky team would be a match for the other two.
The golden iron triangle was quite pleased. After all, they had exceeded expectations and completed their task. When the mother tyrannosaurus left the arena, her chin was almost raised to the sky, and she threw a provocative look at Bibi Dong on the high platform while tightly gripping Guo's arm.
The female Pope raised an eyebrow, feeling no ripples in her heart, even wanting to laugh.
She saw her own past reflection in this woman, that naïve, bubble-like reflection.
After the match, Hu Liena returned to her teacher's side and respectfully bowed.
"Teacher, I didn't disgrace my mission!"
"Mm, you did well today, but don't underestimate your opponents in the final. You've seen the strength of Imperial Fight Team II."
Hu Liena smiled confidently.
"Don't worry, teacher. My brother and I will teach them how to be good people with our martial soul fusion technique."
(END CHAPTER)
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