Battle Shrek

Battle Shrek

At the center of the Douluo Stage, a circular section of ground two meters in diameter suddenly rose up. As it ascended, a thick Metal pillar could be seen supporting it from below, with a young woman leaning against the pillar.

The young woman looked only eighteen or nineteen. She wore a dignified yet elegant white gown, and her long brown hair fell in large waves. Her full breasts and slender, captivating waist displayed a stunning beauty. She held a cone-shaped amplifying Soul Tool in her hand, a professional smile resting on her lovely face.

"It is an honor to see all of you distinguished guests again." Once the woman in white had risen into place on the platform, she stepped forward, spun gracefully in place, and waved toward the surrounding stands. The platform that had carried her up silently descended, quickly returning to its original position without leaving the slightest trace.

"It is Doudou's honor to once again host the team battle in the main Douluo Arena for all our distinguished guests. I hope everyone enjoys themselves tonight. Tonight's match will be a main event, and it is the only Douluo battle we have arranged for this evening. Although both sides are merely at the Soul Elder level, they have both earned the honor of Silver Douluo Badges. If I had to give them a title, then 'geniuses' would suit them perfectly. Doudou will provide commentary for everyone throughout the match. Now, allow me to introduce the two competing teams."

"Imperial Dou Team, Captain: Yu Tianheng, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit Master..."

"Shrek Seven Devils Team, Captain: Evil Eye White Tiger, White Tiger Spirit Master..."

With her professional hosting skills, Doudou smoothly introduced the backgrounds of both teams. Enhanced by the Soul Tool amplifier, her sweet voice drifted through every private box like a spring breeze, skillfully stirring the anticipation of the distinguished guests.

"Enough chatter. Now, let us welcome both teams onto the stage with a round of enthusiastic applause!" Doudou blinked playfully. "As fellow Soul Elder-level Spirit Masters, Doudou is truly looking forward to witnessing this clash between geniuses~"

Before her words had faded, a pure white radiance suddenly bloomed from her body. To everyone's surprise, a silver-white streak appeared amid her brown wavy hair, while a pair of snow-white Wings unfurled behind her. Three yellow Spirit Rings rose beneath her feet. When the third Spirit Ring lit up, her Wings gave a gentle flap and carried her graceful figure into the air.

As a Spirit Master with the White Dove Spirit, Doudou's third Spirit Ring was only a hundred-year ring, but the flight ability it granted made her even more formidable. As she elegantly circled through the air with a crystal amplifier in hand, she resembled a dove of peace carrying an olive branch, adding a touch of gentleness to the fierce confrontation about to begin.

The concealed doors on both sides of the Douluo Stage silently slid open, and the two teams advanced toward the center at the same time under the guidance of the spotlights.

From the left passage, the Imperial Dou Team appeared first, marching in neat formation. Yu Tianheng led the way, faint lightning flowing over his dark blue uniform. The Shi Family Brothers followed like two iron towers. Oslo's cold features seemed even sharper beneath the influence of his Ghost Leopard Spirit. At the rear, Feng Yao held the ancient "Fuxi" in his arms as he walked side by side with Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling—this was the lineup Qin Ming had carefully adjusted, replacing Yu Feng with Feng Yao to avoid the Wind Chime Bird Spirit being countered by Phoenix flames.

In the right passage, the Shrek Seven Devils were equally imposing. Dai Mubai led them, his golden hair flying wildly and battle intent blazing in his evil eyes. The instant the captains of the two teams met each other's gaze, invisible sparks seemed to explode in the air, while the faint roars of dragons and tigers echoed throughout the entire Douluo Arena.

"What's that?" Xiao Wu's rabbit ears unconsciously perked up. Tang San's pupils contracted slightly, while even Zhu Zhuqing's icy face flashed with surprise—their gazes all locked onto Feng Yao at the same time.

Feng Yao smiled warmly, his fingertips gently stroking the strings. "Long time no see, Student Tang, Xiao Wu." His gaze shifted to the girl in black. "And this friend from Star Luo."

On the Douluo Stage, the members of both teams looked at one another, surprise appearing on their faces.

"Little Feng, you know them?" Dugu Yan leaned close to Feng Yao's ear and asked in a low voice.

Feng Yao looked gently at the Shrek group. "Student Tang's Blue Silver Grass, Sister Xiao Wu's scorpion braid..." His gaze finally settled on Zhu Zhuqing. "And the Netherworld Spirit Cat Martial Soul unique to the Star Luo Empire are all far too recognizable."

Although they were not speaking loudly, their conversation was exceptionally clear within the silent Douluo Arena.

"Piano player~" Xiao Wu blinked playfully. "Since we know each other, Sister Xiao Wu will go a little easier on you later~"

Dugu Yan frowned and was about to retort when Feng Yao gently stopped her. "Then I'll thank Sister Xiao Wu for her kindness in advance." He smiled and cupped his hands, his manner calm and composed.

This humble response made the Shrek group reveal faint disdain. Only Zhu Zhuqing's gaze grew sharper. She clearly remembered the youth from several months ago, who had subdued Zhu Zhuyun and numerous pursuers with a single piece of zither music despite possessing only two Spirit Rings.

"Be careful of his zither sound." Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice broke the brief silence. Her black cat tail tightened unconsciously. "He isn't an ordinary Spirit Master."

Before her words had even fallen, the gazes of both teams clashed in the air like sharp swords. Before the battle had begun, two fierce auras had already collided violently on the Douluo Stage, stirring invisible ripples of Soul Power.

In midair, Doudou lightly flapped her snowy dove Wings, her gentle voice spreading through the arena via the amplifying Soul Tool. "Both sides, please complete your Martial Soul summons within one minute. You may only attack after I announce the start. Victory will be determined when one side admits defeat, all members lose their fighting ability, or they fall from the Douluo Stage."

This melodious voice was a pleasant enjoyment to the distinguished guests in their private boxes, but it instantly put all fourteen young Spirit Masters on edge. Xiao Wu's rabbit ears stood alertly upright, blue lightning danced across Yu Tianheng's fingertips, and everyone understood—this battle between dragons and tigers was about to begin.

At the entrances to the passages on either side of the Douluo Stage, the leaders of both teams closely watched the situation on the stage.

On Shrek's side, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang stood at the front with deeply furrowed brows. Behind him were Flander, constantly stroking his chin, and Zhao Wuji, standing with his arms folded. Since they lacked distinguished guest privileges, the three could only watch from the competitors' passage. A hundred meters away on the opposite side, Imperial Dou Team leader Qin Ming was intently recording something.

When Flander's sharp gaze landed on Qin Ming, the seriousness on his face instantly turned into delight. "Ha! Now I can finally relax." He nudged Zhao Wuji beside him with his elbow. "Old Zhao, look who that is."

Zhao Wuji followed his gaze, and his bell-like eyes widened even further. "Good heavens, how could it be him?"

Yu Xiaogang keenly noticed their unusual reactions and glanced sideways at them. "You know Imperial Dou's leader?"

"Heaven's secrets must not be revealed~" Flander adjusted his Crystal Glasses, a crafty glint flashing behind the lenses. "Once the match is over, you'll naturally find out."

On the central Douluo Stage, fourteen pillars of Soul Power shot into the sky in an instant, and the violent energy fluctuations made even the air tremble. Doudou cried out in alarm and hurriedly beat her Wings, rising higher once more.

Hovering twenty meters above the ground, she nearly dropped the crystal amplifier from her hand. Looking at the fourteen figures standing below like spears, only one thought remained in Doudou's mind—these young people were terrifyingly strong.

Her throat bobbed a few times, yet she found herself speechless. As a commentator, she could not find suitable words to describe the battle between dragons and tigers about to erupt before her eyes.

Yu Tianheng suddenly raised his head and let out a dragon roar that pierced the clouds and split stone. The violent Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Power erupted from his body like a thunderstorm, while blue electric serpents danced around him and scorched the air with crackling sounds. Amid the blinding lightning, his body grew taller section by section. Scales covered his dragonized arms, and deadly arcs of electricity leaped across his sharp dragon claws. The battle intent burning in his azure dragon eyes seemed to make the temperature of the entire Douluo Arena plummet.

With that dragon roar, the Imperial Dou Team instantly assumed combat formation. The Black Tortoise shells of the Shi Family Brothers gleamed with a bronze luster, ancient patterns faintly visible across their heavy armor. Ghost Leopard Oslo flickered in and out of the shadows, his claws glinting with an eerie light.

Feng Yao's fingertips danced across the strings, and invisible ripples of sound precisely enveloped every Imperial Dou member. With every rising note of the zither music, the Soul Power fluctuations of the Imperial Dou Team surged, and the various colors of Soul Light surrounding them became ever more dazzling.

"Group enhancement?" Yu Xiaogang's eyes flashed with contempt and confusion. "But why haven't any Spirit Rings lit up? Could it be a self-created Soul Skill?"

He clearly remembered that stubborn child from six years ago—when he had suggested that Feng Yao take the Support System path, those obstinate eyes had been filled with refusal. Now it seemed that he had ultimately still taken the old path of support.

"Group frenzy state." Tang San's Purple Demon Eye flickered as he instantly saw through the changes in his opponents. He did not dare be careless. Blue Silver Grass spread out from beneath his feet like a tide—after advancing to Soul Elder, the number of these resilient blue grasses had increased dramatically, and every vine now gleamed with a metallic cold light.

Blue light flashed repeatedly in Tang San's palm as countless strands of Blue Silver Grass grew wildly, covering more than half of their side's territory in the blink of an eye. Six especially thick stalks of Blue Silver Grass coiled around his teammates' waists like spiritual snakes, linking the seven members of Shrek into a perfect battle formation that combined offense and defense.

Fourteen brilliant Spirit Rings reflected one another on the Douluo Stage. The Imperial Dou Team's optimal configuration of two yellow and one purple Spirit Ring for every member pressed down on the Shrek group like seven mountains. This double suppression in both Martial Soul quality and Spirit Ring configuration made the Shrek Seven Devils, who had always prided themselves on challenging opponents above their level, experience an all-around disadvantage for the first time.

Behind their masks, every member's expression was grave. Dai Mubai's tiger claws unconsciously tightened, while Tang San's Blue Silver Grass quivered slightly—they knew full well that this would be an unprecedentedly brutal battle.

In midair, Doudou gently bit her cherry-red lip and raised the amplifying Soul Tool, forcing herself to remain calm.

"Begin!"

Those two crisp words ignited the fuse of a powder keg. In an instant, fourteen pillars of Soul Power soared into the sky, and the air across the entire Douluo Stage twisted.

Dai Mubai threw back his head and let out a deafening tiger roar. The White Tiger Body Protection blazing around him with golden light made him seem like a war god descending upon the world as he charged toward the Imperial Dou Team first. His unstoppable momentum seemed ready to tear through the enemy's defenses completely.

Facing this Thunderous Might assault, the Shi Family Brothers' expressions hardened. With perfect coordination, they closed their formation, and their first Spirit Rings, Black Tortoise Protection, lit up at the same time. Their heavy shells gleamed bronze as calm, mountain-like Soul Power formed an invisible barrier before them.

"Ha!" Dai Mubai stomped the ground and leaped into the air. Boosted by Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda with a thirty percent increase in strength and speed, his sharp tiger claws drew several golden afterimages as they struck straight at the vital points of the Shi Family Brothers.

At that critical moment—Clang!

A clear zither note swept through the arena like a pure spring cleansing the air. Dai Mubai felt his mind suddenly go blank, the strength in his tiger claws receding like a tide. He fell from the air like a puppet with cut strings. His sure-kill attack was completely dismantled by what seemed to be a casual note of zither music.

The instant Dai Mubai lost control and fell, a figure wreathed in blue lightning flashed forth like Ghostly. Yu Tianheng's dragon arm gleamed with cold metallic light beneath the Soul Tool lamps. Before he even arrived, violent lightning had condensed in midair into a Lightning Dragon Claw half a meter wide, lunging precisely for Dai Mubai's unguarded chest—this chain of attacks fit together as flawlessly as if it had been meticulously calculated.

When Dai Mubai launched his charge, Yu Tianheng had advanced at the same time. Using the moment when the Shi Family Brothers closed their defensive formation as cover, his movement had been perfectly concealed. The instant Dai Mubai's attack was disrupted, Yu Tianheng rose into the air like thunder, his first Spirit Ring, Lightning Dragon Claw, erupting with force.

In that split second, Dai Mubai only had time to see a flash of blue. The thunder claw filled with destructive power was already right before him. Lightning moved far beyond the limits of ordinary reaction speed. The outcome seemed destined in that instant.

"It's a Control Soul Skill!" Tang San's pupils contracted sharply as his Purple Demon Eye operated at full power. With a flick of his wrist, the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Dai Mubai's waist suddenly tightened—at the very instant Yu Tianheng's Lightning Dragon Claw was about to strike, Dai Mubai vanished into thin air!

This unbelievable sight made even the steady Yu Tianheng freeze for a moment. His dragon claw struck nothing, and the violent lightning exploded across the Douluo Stage, scorching it black.

At that crucial instant, Tang San had used the pull of the Blue Silver Grass to forcibly drag Dai Mubai back into their own formation. This exquisite cooperation was precisely the tactical essence that had made the Shrek Seven Devils famous.

After landing, Dai Mubai staggered back two steps, his back already drenched in cold sweat. He shook his somewhat dazed head and asked in a low voice, "What happened just now?"

"Watch out for his zither sound." Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice rang out once again, her black cat tail swaying uneasily. More than anyone else, she knew—the youth playing the zither was far more dangerous than he appeared.

The way the Shrek group looked at Feng Yao had now completely changed. The young man who seemed gentle as jade while playing the zither had become the most dangerous opponent in their eyes. Their earlier disdain and contempt had vanished without a trace, replaced by the grave vigilance of facing a formidable enemy.

"Remarkable." Flander adjusted his Crystal Glasses, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses. "Without activating any Spirit Rings, he can simultaneously achieve group enhancement and mental control purely through the traits of his Martial Soul." He stroked his chin. "I never expected such a genius to emerge from the nobility."