The Collapsed Shrek Team, Tang San's Shattered Dao Heart

"Holy shit!"

"Xiao San, we can't fight this!"

"What the hell, that four-person group from Peach Blossom Spring Academy is way too abnormal!"

"Win? Who said we could win? Let him come fight them!"

"Xiao San, are you sure we can exhaust their Soul Power, and not get crippled by them first?!"

"Xiao San, your Point Force Method is useless! It can't break her Golden Bell Shield at all! Fuck—her tower can even smash people!"

"Xiao San, I'm seriously fucking exhausted. I've already been wiped out more than ten times. Over there I get locked down by that bitch Zhu Zhuqing's Third Soul Skill, and over here I'm countered by Wang Sheng. His fist technique is different from before. In front of him, I'm not a White Tiger anymore—I'm a fucking kitten! He can do whatever he wants to me! Your Fortune Method doesn't work at all!"

Tang San's deployment had indeed been perfect.

Reality, however, was harsh.

Because practice was the sole criterion for testing truth.

Standing before them were:

Ning Rongrong—the strongest defensive support in history, who had no openings at all even under Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fireline, did not budge in the slightest even when he used the point-breaking-surface method Tang San had taught him, and finally struck him with a Wing Chun Inch Punch that nearly tore his guts apart.

Zhu Zhuqing—a hell-level Agile Attack System Soul Master with a movement technique even more agile than Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and who possessed Ten Palaces of Hell Suppress Hell, a locking skill almost comparable to a Soul Ancestor's Fourth Soul Skill.

Wang Sheng—a soul master who naturally countered tiger types, who had mastered the Tiger Subduing Fist Technique, played Dai Mubai in the palm of his hand, and was dull in aptitude yet incomparably resolute.

Meng Yiran—a Summoner System Soul Master who was not the least afraid to contest control against Tang San, who was skilled at using her Snake Blade to sever the sealing control of Blue Silver Grass, who called upon Ghost Summoning Great Snake soul beasts to fight, and who used Earth Nether Hand to suck in the storm spiral of Jade Phosphor Serpent Poison released by Dugu Yan and turn it to her own use, shocking the entire audience.

The four-person group directly relied on overwhelming strength to grind Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun against the ground, leaving them with no strength to resist at all.

In just a few minutes, the two of them had been beaten beyond recognition, with bloodstains everywhere. Nine Heart Begonia could heal their injuries, but it could not help them suck back the blood they had lost.

Tang San was not much better off. He fought in frustration, feeling as though he had been countered.

He had Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, but the other side had the even more mysterious Crossing the Yellow Springs Body Technique.

He had Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, while Peach Blossom Spring Team had learned Thousand Sounds of Nether Artifacts Sequence 2—Demon Suppressing Ghost Hunting, which was specially made for locking people down.

He had Mysterious Jade Hand and did not fear poison, yet the other side actually had Earth Nether Hand. Not only did they not fear poison, they could even absorb it for their own use, even absorbing the deadly poison carried by his Eight Spider Lances.

In just a few minutes, Tang San had been forced to reveal all his trump cards.

"Hah—"

"Aiya~"

"Xiao Wu, what are you doing?"

"Third Brother, I was careless. I couldn't beat her. She's really too strong!"

At this moment, Xiao Wu, who had been slacking off at the side the entire time, took the initiative to attack.

Unsurprisingly, just as she locked Ning Rongrong with a Waist Bow, Ning Rongrong sent her flying with a single Inch Punch.

Borrowing that force, Xiao Wu flew out like a kite with a broken string and landed outside the Spirit Dueling platform. This meant she could no longer take part in the match and had already been eliminated.

An actress.

Tell me, if this was not acting, then what was it?

Tang San's face was livid.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had been beaten until they were full of complaints.

At this moment, Ye Lingling's face was also somewhat pale. She looked at the members of Peach Blossom Spring Team with some awe, then said to Shrek's soul masters:

"The speed at which you're dying is truly too fast. My Soul Power is almost exhausted. If you keep using this tactic, I'm afraid I won't be able to revive you anymore."

I, Nine Heart Begonia, can heal teammates, but this place isn't a fountain where you can revive without limit, OK?

Beside Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan were already staring in shock.

Today really was like getting stabbed in the butt with a little knife—an eye-opener.

"Lingling, have you ever seen a support whose defense is stronger than a Black Tortoise's, and who can beat up Assault System Soul Masters?"

Yu Tianheng looked at the one-sided battle and said blankly.

Ye Lingling was dumbstruck. "I'd like to ask, can a support who can beat up Assault System Soul Masters still be called a support?"

"Yanzi, do you know of any soul masters who can summon soul beasts to fight?"

"Never heard of one."

"Then have you ever seen hands that can absorb deadly poison and turn it to their own use?"

"Never seen it."

Seeing the deadly poison of her most unique Martial Soul so easily absorbed by those dark hands, Dugu Yan was completely disoriented.

"I originally considered that you haven't usually committed evil acts, that you aren't bad people, and that you were also people Fatty and Mubai were interested in, so I didn't want to kill you. But now it seems mercy only leads to failure."

"You already have a path to death."

Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, third rule: once you are certain your opponent is an enemy, as long as they have a path to death, do not show mercy. Otherwise, you will only add trouble for yourself.

Tang San quickly pulled several black boxes from the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges Soul Tool at his belt and tossed them to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

Fire!

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff—

Dozens of highly penetrating Godly Zhuge Crossbow bolts tore through the air in succession.

And the targets of the Godly Zhuge Crossbows were the members of the Peach Blossom Spring Team: Wang Sheng, Meng Yiran, and Ning Rongrong.

"Hidden weapons!"

Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing had also studied hidden weapons—and Hell-level hidden-weapon knowledge at that. The instant Tang San took out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, they almost saw through his intentions.

"You have hidden weapons, and so do we!"

"Qian Ming: Hell Flying Flowers!"

Hell Flying Flowers, one of the hidden weapons listed among the Thousand Sounds of Nether Artifacts, was said to be so terrifyingly lethal that even demons and ghosts would fear it.

From Zhu Zhuqing's and Meng Yiran's palms, countless black hell flowers suddenly shot out, intercepting the Godly Zhuge Crossbow bolts speeding toward them with astonishing precision.

The Hell Nether Flowers spun at extreme speed, and the instant they struck the Godly Zhuge Crossbow bolts, they rang out with crisp metallic clashes. Then they actually sliced the bolts clean in half, giving them no chance to get close.

The remaining Hell Flying Flowers swept across the ground in a wide arc, not only tearing Dai Mubai's and Ma Hongjun's bodies open until flesh and skin split apart, but also leaving Tang San, Yu Tianheng, and the others unable to escape disaster. Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were forced back step by step until they had retreated out of the arena, avoiding serious injury, but at the same time losing their right to continue the duel.

The scene was utterly brutal.

"How is this possible!"

"Your hidden weapons are actually stronger than my Godly Zhuge Crossbow?"

"That's impossible, impossible—"

Enduring the intense pain, Tang San pulled a Hell Black Flower out of his chest. The wound looked as if a chunk had been gouged away, bone and flesh all spun into powder. This was an extremely lethal and cruel hidden weapon—one that even the Tang Sect's Torrential Pear Blossom Needles might not be able to match!

"Meng Yiran, I know your level. Your technique with the Soul Breaking Blade isn't nearly enough to let you control a hidden weapon of this caliber. You've only studied under Su Ran for one month, and you—you!"

Tang San's eyes were full of disbelief.

If he lost a Soul Master Duel, he could still say he needed to keep studying.

But these were hidden weapons!!!

The hidden weapons he was best at!

The top-tier hidden weapons he had spent over twenty years secretly learning from the inner sect of the Tang Sect!

And he had actually lost to Meng Yiran, who had only studied for a little over a month?!

Was her talent really that high, or was his own comprehension just that poor?

"There's nothing impossible about it. Teacher simply taught us well. We still have over a hundred hidden weapons like this to learn."

Meng Yiran spoke indifferently.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing slowly walked over, cleaning up the battlefield. They kicked Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun off the Soul Fighting Platform like dead dogs, then said with a Cold Snort:

"Tang San, do you still want to fight?"

"Over a hundred?!"

"Haha, over a hundred... That's so many..."

In our Tang Sect, there aren't even ten hidden weapons of this level...

The blood on his body gradually soaked through his clothes. After hearing Meng Yiran's words, Tang San let out a miserable laugh. His mind seemed dazed, his eyes vacant, his legs powerless, and he dropped straight to his knees in the Soul Fighting Arena.

"We lost."

More than twenty years of stealing knowledge, more than thirty years of cultivation, and in the end, it couldn't compare to worshiping a good teacher...

Heh...

Isn't that laughable?