Ignorant Little Punk! A 2v7 Team Battle! First Update, Please Subscribe

Zhuge Lan saw Tang San smiling so brightly and knew exactly what he was thinking.

Without any courtesy, he said, "Little Sanzi, don't tell me you think I cultivate one of those vile Yin-replenishing Yang techniques?"

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Tang San's smile froze.

"Hehe, Zhuge, you're joking." Tang San said awkwardly, "It's just that cultivation methods requiring multiple people have always been inseparable from that sort of thing, so it was unavoidable."

"That only proves your ignorance!" Zhuge Lan said disdainfully. "The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Sword, Affectionate Endless Blade, Dragon Soul Phoenix Blood Record—my family has plenty of Dual Cultivation Techniques like those. Why would I cultivate some cheap, self-serving technique like Yin-replenishing Yang?"

Zhuge Lan spoke with absolute conviction, brimming with confidence.

It made Tang San's petty thoughts impossible to hide.

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He was furious!

But...

Faced with the scrutinizing gazes of Oscar and the others, he could only swallow it.

Pretending to be frank, he said, "Sorry, Zhuge. I was narrow-minded. Let's discuss the Team Match instead."

He changed the subject.

The others tacitly chose not to mention it again.

But as for their opinion of Tang San...

Heh!

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Tang San gritted his teeth in rage!

How had his reputation worsened after just a few sentences?

Damn it!

"Since Zhuge's Soul Power is abundant, our Martial Soul Fusion Skill can last for over a minute."

Zhu Zhuqing said confidently—

"Perhaps we won't even need six people. The two of us can take the field alone."

Huh?

That bold?

"I have no problem with that." Zhuge Lan went along with it. "Even after the Martial Soul Fusion Skill ends, I'm confident I can clean up the rest. Victory is guaranteed."

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"Good!" Flender bellowed. "Then you two will go! Let me see where your limits truly lie!"

It sounded as though he had high hopes for the two of them.

But...

Why were your eyes shaped like Gold Soul Coins?

—That bastard clearly wanted to use a 2v7 to create a massive disparity in strength, raise the odds, and make a killing!

Zhuge Lan silently pulled out his money pouch and handed it to Flender.

"Place a bet for me too."

That reminded everyone else.

They immediately followed suit and placed their bets.

"Zhuge, you have to do your best!"

"I bet my entire fortune!"

"You have to win!"

Amid everyone's exhortations,

Zhuge Lan and Zhu Zhuqing headed for the competitors' passage for the Team Match.

Before long,

the referee's impassioned roar rang throughout the Great Soul Arena!

"Unbelievable!"

"A seven-man team that only registered today is actually sending out just two people for a team battle?"

"And this rookie team's opponent is—the Berserker Team!"

The entire venue erupted!

Then came exhilaration!

"They really are calves unafraid of tigers!"

"Rip them apart!"

"Whoa! The odds are 1.01 to 4.9?"

"Quick, place your bets! I'm betting everything on the Berserker Team!"

"Strange. It's 7v2, so why aren't the odds at the maximum 9.9?"

"Who cares! I'm betting everything on the Berserker Team too!"

"Something's fishy. I'm betting on the new team!"

The clamorous cheers continued for over half a minute before gradually settling down.

The referee continued—

"Judging by everyone's reaction, I suppose there's no need for further introductions."

"Let us welcome—the Berserker Team, winners of five consecutive matches!"

The cheers from the audience shook the air, as if they might blow the roof off!

The seven members of the Berserker Team walked out, all wearing sour expressions.

"Let us welcome the brave newcomers—the Seven Wolves Team!"

When Zhuge Lan emerged from the competitors' passage hand in hand with Zhu Zhuqing,

the audience members who had intended to boo froze.

Weren't these the pair who had used a Martial Soul Fusion Skill earlier?

Wait!

The Berserker Team versus a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?!

Everyone immediately became excited!

This was going to be a good show!

"It's The Condor Heroes!"

"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

"So that's why it's a 2v7?"

"No wonder the odds aren't 9.9!"

"Damn it! I bet everything on the Berserker Team!"

"I bet on The Condor Heroes, haha!"

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Watching his balance surge by tens of thousands every second, Zhuge Lan grinned broadly.

Awesome!

"Zhuge," Zhu Zhuqing said softly, "shouldn't we give our Martial Soul Fusion Skill a name?"

A name?

Zhuge Lan thought for a moment.

"Hey, little girl."

The middle-aged man leading the Berserker Team shouted across the arena—

"You've got quite a figure. Why cover your face?"

"Take it off and let your big brother have a look!"

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze turned cold as she narrowed her eyes at the middle-aged man.

"No need to pay him any attention."

Zhuge Lan comforted her—

"I'll give you control later. Tear his mouth apart with your claws."

"Don't worry about Soul Power consumption. I'm here."

Zhu Zhuqing felt warmth rise in her heart.

She had been mocked for her figure countless times.

But...

This was the first time someone had stood at her side.

Seeing that both sides were fired up, the referee directly announced, "The third Team Battle begins!"

The next moment,

all nine people on the field summoned their martial souls and soul rings at the same time!

All seven members of the Berserker Team were Soul Elders, but only one had the optimal combination of two yellow rings and one purple ring.

Five of them had the ordinary combination of one white ring and two yellow rings.

The middle-aged man who had mocked Zhu Zhuqing had one white, one yellow, and one purple ring.

In comparison...

The three purple soul rings of Zhuge Lan's Soul Spirit Thorns Armor were dazzling!

Zhuge Lan and Zhu Zhuqing interlocked their fingers. Their martial souls drew toward each other, and their soul rings overlapped.

Zhuge Lan shouted in an embarrassingly dramatic tone—

"Come forth, our Martial Soul Fusion Skill—"

"Demon Spirit!"

The two fused into one, with Zhu Zhuqing taking direct control. Half-meter-long claws sprang from both hands.

"I'll name this form Jingyou," Zhuge Lan said. "I took one character each from Thorn Armor and Hell Spirit Cat."

Zhu Zhuqing, controlling Jingyou, gave a slight nod.

She darted out like a ghost.

Yet her target was not the middle-aged man who had insulted her.

Instead, she plunged straight to the rear of the formation, charging at the Ruyi Plate support soul master!

"Pfft—"

The Gorgeous Girl of the Berserker Team fired several strands of spider silk from her palms, rapidly weaving them into a net in midair and casting it over Zhu Zhuqing.

But at such a slow speed, it was impossible for the net to catch Zhu Zhuqing.

With a quick feint, she evaded it and arrived before the Ruyi Plate support soul master.

Her claws rose and fell.

She tore him open, a flower of blood blossoming in the air.

Instant kill!

The Berserker Team's "berserk" strength came from this support's Third Soul Skill.

Now, before he had even used a single soul skill, he was gone.

The remaining six were all enraged!

"Die!"

The Gorgeous Girl's Third Soul Ring lit up. Eight locks of hair rapidly extended into two-meter-long whips, tightly binding Zhu Zhuqing.

But before she could smile,

she discovered that the bound Zhu Zhuqing had vanished!

Then her neck turned cold.

A figure sped away, and her consciousness began to blur.

The fountain of blood spraying from her neck made her realize—

if she did not leave the arena for treatment, she would die!

How could she care about anything else? She turned and ran toward the edge of the stage.

The healing soul masters of the Great Soul Arena were waiting beside the ring.

The moment the Gorgeous Girl landed, they immediately waved their staffs to heal her wound.

Unexpectedly!

"Huh?"

"How could this happen?"

Thanks for the support, brothers! May you all find money whenever you step outside~