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Feng Xiao's spring-like warm smile, which now appeared mysterious and full of hidden killing intent in the eyes of the Shrek group.
Tang San's Purple Demon Eye flickered slightly, and he instantly made a decision. The Blue Silver Grass originally entwined around his teammates' waists suddenly moved upwards, branching into fine, dense tendril fibers that precisely plugged into everyone's ears—this seemingly simple countermeasure, to some extent, mitigated the threat of the sound wave attack.
If Feng Xiao's Spirit Ability continued to be effective, it would be a huge test for his spirit power control ability and total spirit power.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang on the spectator stand nodded slightly. Although earplugs would affect immediate communication, for the Shrek Seven Devils, who had lived together for so long and had an excellent understanding of each other, a glance or a gesture was enough to convey tactical intentions.
In this flash of lightning, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing simultaneously darted out like two Ghost Shadow figures. A pink rabbit shadow and a purple cat shadow bypassed the copper wall and iron barrier formed by the Shi Brothers from the left and right sides respectively, piercing directly into the rear of the Huang Dou Battle Team's formation.
On the Huang Dou Battle Team's side, the Ghost Leopard Spirit Master Oslo's figure suddenly blurred, transforming into a black afterimage that shot straight towards Zhu Zhuqing. His sharp claw blades gleamed with a chilling light under the Spirit Guide lamps, moving so fast that they left trails of afterimages in the air.
At the same time, the emerald green serpent phantom behind Dugu Yan had fully manifested. Its jade-like snake eyes locked onto its prey, and as its scarlet tongue flickered, a visible toxic mist began to spread across the arena. She swayed her waist gracefully, like a venomous snake poised to strike, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to her opponent.
After Yu Tianheng's first attack missed, he didn't hesitate. His dragon foot stomped heavily on the Shi Brothers' turtle shells, and he shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's arm surged with lightning, and a second lightning dragon claw tore through the air, this time aiming directly for Tang San's chest—this battle-hardened captain had already seen the key:
The young man controlling all the Blue Silver Grass on the field was the true core hub of the Shrek formation. As long as this control chain was severed, even the most exquisite coordination would collapse.
Seeing this situation, Feng Xiao lightly stroked the zither strings, sighing inwardly. Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit was incredibly powerful, it also made its wielder overly reliant on the Spirit's inherent might—this thunderous power, ironically, became a shackles on their thinking.
As he thought of this, a familiar figure instantly appeared in Feng Xiao's mind, a faint smile playing on his lips. Looking at Yu Tianheng's straightforward attack, he couldn't help but ponder, "This Yu Xiaogang is quite unique in the Blue Lightning."
When Yu Tianheng's lightning dragon claw tore through the air again, he was already close to Tang San. To his astonishment, the eyes of this control system Spirit Master had completely turned into an eerie purple, and he moved with profound, unpredictable steps, his figure flickering like a Ghost Shadow.
Just as the dragon claw was about to strike, Tang San's upper body remained motionless, yet his entire being strangely shifted two meters away. That seemingly certain strike ultimately only scorched a patch on the ground.
"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"
The light in Tang San's purple eyes surged, and his first spirit ring instantly lit up. In a flash, countless metallic-sheened Blue Silver Grass erupted from the ground, coiling like spiritual snakes towards Yu Tianheng in mid-air. At the same time, the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his teammates' waists tightened simultaneously.
Just as Oslo's leopard claws and Zhu Zhuqing's cat claws were about to collide, just as Dugu Yan's toxic mist was about to envelop Xiao Wu—the prey of the two agility-attack system Spirit Masters vanished into thin air!
Xiao Wu even playfully winked at Dugu Yan before disappearing, her pink scorpion braid tracing a graceful arc in the air. This unexpected scene was clearly all within Shrek's calculations.
Two figures were seen being pulled into the air by the Blue Silver Grass: Zhu Zhuqing shot back like a black lightning bolt, and Xiao Wu spun agilely in mid-air.
The two traced perfect parabolas in the air, finally converging at one point—the core of the Huang Dou Battle Team's front line! The captain: Yu Tianheng.
"Oh no! It's a trap!" Dugu Yan's emerald eyes narrowed abruptly, and her graceful figure was about to spring out, but Feng Xiao's clear voice stopped her: "Sister Yan, calm down."
No sooner had his voice fallen than a high-pitched sound, capable of piercing clouds and splitting rocks, suddenly erupted. Feng Xiao's fingertips heavily stroked the strings of his "Fuxi" zither, and seven crescent-shaped sound blades shot through the air—Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing in mid-air had no time to react before the Blue Silver Grass around their waists was completely severed. The sound blades were terrifyingly precise, not harming them in the slightest, only cutting off the Blue Silver Grass that bound them.
"Damn it!" Seeing Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing about to fall into the enemy formation, Tang San and Dai Mubai both changed their expressions dramatically.
A hint of panic flashed in Tang San's Purple Demon Eye, and he immediately abandoned his Controlling Crane Catching Dragon control over his other teammates. He exchanged a glance with Dai Mubai, and both of them, without prior agreement, pushed their movement techniques to the limit—
Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, infused with spirit power, was as fast as a ghost, his figure transforming into streaks of afterimages; Dai Mubai, on the other hand, directly activated White Tiger Light Wave, using the recoil to shoot out like a cannonball. Both of them charged desperately towards the Royal Fighting formation, vowing to snatch their companions back before they landed.
However, the Shi Brothers and Yu Tianheng were already blocking their path like an impenetrable copper wall and iron barrier—the Shi Brothers' Black Tortoise Shells glowed with a bronze luster, and they stood unmoving like two mountains;
"Oh no!" Yu Xiaogang suddenly stood up from his seat, slamming his fist heavily on the spectator railing. His sharp gaze instantly saw through the battle: "Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu are sitting ducks now!"
Flender, beside him, turned pale, clutching his chest with trembling hands: "It's over… it's all over…" He stared blankly at the Soul Fighting Stage, his voice hoarse: "My gold coins…"
Yu Tianheng's body surged with lightning, and his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's arm blocked, forcefully cutting off Tang San and Dai Mubai's path.
The defensive line formed by the three was like an insurmountable chasm, firmly blocking Shrek's two core members outside the formation.
Feng Xiao lightly stroked the zither strings, looking at the two girls who had lost their balance in mid-air, and smiled gently: "Xiao Wu Jie, Miss Zhu, how about a short rest?"
Before his voice faded, a faint, ethereal zither melody wafted through the air like a spring breeze. The tune was not as sharp as before, but rather carried a soothing rhythm, yet it caused the listeners' eyelids to involuntarily grow heavy.
Oslo's figure flickered like a ghost. As a Heaven Dou noble, he understood perfectly, coordinating with Feng Xiao's rhythm. Streaks of black afterimages swept past, and he precisely used skillful force to support Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, gently tossing them out of the arena boundary.
Seeing this, Tang San and Dai Mubai in the arena finally relaxed their tense nerves slightly.
"Oh, I didn't realize you were so good at cherishing and protecting women~" Dugu Yan cast a sidelong glance at Feng Xiao, a hint of mischief flashing in her emerald eyes, her tone so nuanced it could drip with jealousy.
Ye Lingling, hearing this, quickly covered her cherry lips with her delicate hand, but couldn't hide the smile that spread from the corners of her eyes.
Feng Xiao was unfazed by Dugu Yan's teasing. His slender fingers lightly rested on the zither strings, and his gaze turned gently towards Tang San: "Feng Yao, with the situation now five against seven…" He paused, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, "Do you still want to continue?"
Seeing the Shrek group fall silent, lightning flashed in Yu Tianheng's eyes—he didn't have Feng Xiao's patience.
"Third Spirit Ability, Wrath of Thunder!"
With a thunderous roar, dazzling blue lightning erupted from Yu Tianheng's body like a volcanic eruption. The violent lightning instantly incinerated the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him into scattered charcoal, and even the air was ionized, giving off a pungent ozone smell.
The power of the lightning increased by one hundred percent, and the total spirit power increased by fifty percent, entering a continuous berserk state.
"Third Spirit Ability, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Dai Mubai gave the most direct answer with his actions. As spirit power continuously infused him, his already robust body expanded further, muscles bulging like granite, completely tearing his upper garment. Eerie black tiger stripes appeared on his bronze skin, his tiger paws swelled a circle, and his sharp claws gleamed with a chilling silver light. Most shocking of all, his entire body was enveloped in a dazzling golden aura, like a battle god cast from gold. His evil eyes had completely turned blood-red, emitting a chillingly fierce aura.
Although the White Tiger was slightly inferior to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the difference was only marginal. Moreover, Dai Mubai's thirty-eighth level of spirit power was only one level lower than Yu Tianheng's.
"Roar—!"
Amidst a heaven-shaking tiger roar, Dai Mubai's evil eyes suddenly converged. A two-meter diameter ball of blazing white light, enveloped in golden spirit power, shot out like a falling meteor towards Yu Tianheng. The light was so intense that it illuminated the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
The lightning dragon claw and the White Tiger Light Wave collided in mid-air with a deafening roar. The entire Soul Fighting Stage trembled violently, and the violent shockwave lifted all the ground slabs, sending dust flying everywhere.
When the light dissipated, two figures simultaneously fell to the ground.
Yu Tianheng stomped his dragon foot, only retreating one step, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Dai Mubai retreated three steps before steadying himself, his hands charred, and the web between his thumb and forefinger cracked.
In this head-on clash, the superiority was immediately apparent. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon ultimately had the slight edge, but the White Tiger's ferocity, amplified by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, also made Yu Tianheng pay a price.
At this point in the battle, the scales of victory had already tipped—Shrek, already inferior in spirit power, showed signs of decline after losing two main players.
Moreover, there was still Feng Xiao, who had remained calm and played his zither throughout. Tang San's Purple Demon Eye saw clearly: throughout the entire battle, the opponent hadn't even lit up a single spirit ring. This effortless demeanor filled him with an unprecedented sense of frustration.
"Why…" Tang San's clenched fists trembled slightly. He didn't understand why this young man, once so unremarkable at Notting Academy, could break through to level thirty-four in just a few months; nor did he understand why his proud control ability was so vulnerable in the face of the opponent's seemingly casual zither music.
Below the stage, Xiao Wu had awakened at some point, her pink eyes fixed on Feng Xiao, and she suddenly shouted loudly: "You zither player! You're too insidious!" Her clear voice was full of indignation, and her scorpion braid swung in an arc in the air with her excited movements.
Zhu Zhuqing, seeing this, a rare hint of helplessness appeared on her cold face. She gently pressed Xiao Wu's shoulder, softly comforting her: "Alright, Xiao Wu."
A hint of complexity flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's black eyes—she could only admire Feng Xiao's demonstrated strength.
Tang San steadily supported the swaying Dai Mubai, the light in his Purple Demon Eye gradually settling. He gazed at Feng Xiao, and that long-sealed identity resurfaced in his mind—a Tang Sect disciple.
"The Shrek Seven Devils surrender." Tang San's voice clearly resounded throughout the arena, but then his tone shifted: "But I hope to have a personal Soul Fight with Feng Yao…" His gaze, like a torch, swept towards the Huang Dou Battle Team, "I wonder if you all dare to accept the challenge?"
Yu Tianheng's gaze fell on Feng Xiao, and Dugu Yan's crimson lips parted, about to speak, but Feng Xiao had already raised his hand to signal. He lightly stroked the zither strings, smiling gently at Dugu Yan: "It's fine, Sister Yan." When his gaze turned to Tang San, a hint of reminiscence appeared in his eyes: "Tang Tongxue and I are former schoolmates, this sparring match…"
The zither music paused slightly, and he smiled faintly: "Consider it catching up."
Seeing Feng Xiao accept the challenge, Tang San looked around at his teammates, and Ning Rongrong and the others nodded in understanding.
"Little San, go all out." Dai Mubai, enduring his injuries, patted Tang San's shoulder. After receiving a positive response, Ma Hongjun immediately helped him, and they slowly retreated from the arena with Ning Rongrong and Oscar.
Feng Xiao, in turn, cast a reassuring glance at the Royal Fight members. Although Dugu Yan was unwilling, she still led the team gracefully off the stage. In a blink of an eye, only two figures remained facing each other on the vast Soul Fighting Stage.
On the spectator stand, Zhao Wuji stroked his chin, a playful expression on his face, and whispered mischievously: "Flender, our Little freak was completely crushed in terms of control, and he's not happy about it."
Flender immediately glared at him fiercely upon hearing this, his eyes behind his glasses frantically signaling—Yu Xiaogang was standing right next to them.
Zhao Wuji ignored Flender's signals, still casually crossing his arms, his bell-like eyes sparkling with anticipation. He clearly remembered how much of a "surprise" Tang San, this "Little freak," had given him back then. Now, he wanted to see how Feng Xiao would deal with this difficult opponent.
On the Soul Fighting Stage, Feng Xiao and Tang San stood opposite each other. The night breeze gently rustled, lifting a few strands of ink-black hair from Feng Xiao's forehead, revealing his warm, jade-like eyes that also held a hidden sharpness. His slender fingers lightly rested on the "Fuxi" ancient zither, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, a clear, melodious zither note rippled out like a babbling brook.
The purple light in Tang San's eyes surged, his Purple Demon Eye already operating at its peak. He stared intently at this opponent who remained calm and composed, an alarm bell ringing in his heart—from the start of the battle until now, the opponent hadn't even displayed a single spirit ring. This unfathomable strength forced him to be on high alert.
"Please." Feng Xiao's lips curved slightly, and he elegantly gestured with his right hand, his posture so calm as if he wasn't fighting for his life, but rather inviting a good friend to enjoy tea and discuss the Dao.
In this flash of lightning, Tang San's figure suddenly blurred. His Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was pushed to its limit, and dozens of glowing Blue Silver Grass shot out like spiritual snakes from their holes, attacking Feng Xiao from all directions. At the same time, he lightly brushed his left hand across the Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, and three bone-piercing nails silently shot through the air, gleaming with a chilling light under the Spirit Guide lamps.
Facing this fierce offensive, Feng Xiao merely slowly closed his eyes, his fingertips lightly plucking the zither strings. Just as the Hidden Weapons were only three feet away from him, the previously soothing zither music suddenly quickened, and seven solid-looking sound blades shot through the air, not only precisely severing all the attacking Blue Silver Grass but also striking down all three bone-piercing nails, emitting crisp "ding-ding" sounds.
Before the lingering sound dissipated, Feng Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, his warm eyes now sharp as swords. He heavily stroked the zither strings with his right hand— "Buzz!"