Tang San Weeps, Xiao Wu Suffers Palace Cold

"Could Shui Wuchen really be this strong? If I can't even defeat Shui Wuchen, how am I supposed to lead Shrek to victory?"

But Tang San quickly pulled himself together. "No, I still have the Eight Spider Lances!"

Although neither the Clear Sky Hammer nor the Blue Silver Grass was of much use against Shui Wuchen, he still had one final trump card: the External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances.

Tang San immediately swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and charged rapidly toward Shui Wuchen.

As he rushed forward, Tang San began activating the Eight Spider Lances, intending to use them to attack Shui Wuchen once he got close.

His Eight Spider Lances were highly poisonous. As long as they landed, even if Shui Wuchen was a Soul King, he would ultimately have no choice but to concede.

Facing Tang San's head-on assault, a purple soul ring emerged around Shui Wuchen and faintly lit up.

Shui Wuchen lightly pointed with a finger, and a thin Ice Blue beam shot from his fingertip.

The next instant, the Freezing Light Ray struck Tang San. A tremendous force hit him, sending his body flying backward.

"How could this be?"

In that instant, Tang San was stunned. All his struggles, all his calculations, could not withstand Shui Wuchen's casual point.

The power of extreme cold rapidly spread from where the Freezing Light Ray had struck. By the time Tang San fell from the Arena, his body had frozen into an Ice Sculpture.

"Gulp~"

At the sight, everyone present could not help swallowing.

Tang San's level had already been exposed in the previous battle—Level 45, far surpassing all the team captains.

Combined with his Twin Martial Souls, with his second martial soul being the Clear Sky Hammer, the world's number one Tool Martial Soul, he should have had few rivals among Soul Ancestors.

Yet someone like him had been instantly defeated by Shui Wuchen with a casual move, without even the slightest ability to resist. It was like an adult tormenting a child; they were simply not on the same level.

Academies like Blazing Fire, Thunder, and Godwind, which had witnessed Shui Wuchen fight before, took it relatively well. But for those academies that had never seen him battle, the shock they felt now was unimaginable.

At Exotic Beast Academy, Meng Yiran wore a complicated expression as she watched Tang San be effortlessly defeated by Shui Wuchen.

"First Feng Xiaotian, then Shui Wuchen. I wonder whether this is a blessing or a misfortune for us."

The existence of Shui Wuchen and Feng Xiaotian had directly raised the prestige of this year's Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament by several levels. In the future, the academies participating in this competition would be able to hold their heads high whenever they mentioned it.

But at the same time, Shui Wuchen and Feng Xiaotian had completely cut off everyone else's chances of winning the championship. With two powerful Soul Kings holding the field, their chances of victory were zero.

At that moment, a member of Exotic Beast Academy patted Meng Yiran on the shoulder and sighed. "That's something Spirit Hall should be worrying about. Don't forget, Spirit Hall has three Soul Kings this year. I wonder who is stronger between them and Feng Xiaotian and Shui Wuchen?"

"That's true."

Meng Yiran nodded. Exotic Beast Academy had never had much chance of achieving a good ranking anyway. Even if Skywater and Godwind had not produced Shui Wuchen and Feng Xiaotian, Exotic Beast Academy still could not defeat Skywater Academy or Godwind Academy. There was no difference.

"Third Brother!"

Almost the instant Tang San fell from the Arena, a slender figure in Shrek's team uniform flashed several times and arrived at his side.

Seeing this, the people of Shrek Academy finally reacted. Liu Erlong swiftly flew to Tang San's side and struck the ice with her palm, scarlet flames rapidly curling around it.

Soon, Tang San thawed out, and his consciousness, which had been unconscious, quickly returned.

"Third Brother, are you all right?"

Seeing Tang San awaken, Xiao Wu hurriedly grabbed his hand and asked.

At her words, Tang San began examining his body. Aside from some pain at the spot directly hit, there was nothing wrong with the rest of him.

Almost instantly, Tang San understood that Shui Wuchen had held back.

Tang San shook his head and answered truthfully, "I'm fine. He should have gone easy on me."

Yet as he said this, Tang San was secretly shocked. Shui Wuchen could control the force of his attack so precisely—what terrifying control was that?

In an instant, Tang San felt a trace of inferiority. He had always considered himself a monster, but compared to a true genius like Shui Wuchen, he was still far too lacking.

After confirming that Tang San was unharmed, Xiao Wu finally relaxed. Then she abruptly turned to glare at Shui Wuchen on the Arena, her vicious gaze seeming as though she wanted to swallow him whole.

Shui Wuchen turned a blind eye to all of it. He merely turned to the Referee and said, "Who's next?"

His tone was exceedingly calm, as if he had done nothing more than some trivial little thing.

And in Shui Wuchen's eyes, it truly had been a trivial thing.

He was a Level 63 Soul Emperor. Did defeating a Soul Ancestor really require a fierce, earth-shaking battle?

So what if Tang San had Twin Martial Souls? He was only a Level 45 Soul Ancestor now!

Hearing this, the Referee immediately looked toward Shrek's group below the Arena.

Before the Referee could speak, Xiao Wu leaped directly onto the Arena and shouted, "Let me take you on!"

Seeing Xiao Wu, Shui Wuchen frowned slightly. His instincts told him that there was something strange about the girl before him; she faintly gave him a powerful sense of danger.

"The match begins!"

At the Referee's command, several of Xiao Wu's soul rings lit up at once as she began her chain of attacks.

Charm control, teleportation to close in, then Waist Bow damage!

This set of Soul Skills was not only simple and brutal, but extremely effective. Combined with Xiao Wu's self-created Soul Skill, the Eight-Section Fall, it could catch even an enemy one Great Realm above her off guard and potentially leave them crippled with a single combo.

But Shui Wuchen was not merely one Great Realm above Xiao Wu. Nor had he been caught off guard, and he would not be affected by Charm.

Thus, just before Xiao Wu teleported, Shui Wuchen predicted where she would appear and threw a punch!

When Xiao Wu teleported over, Shui Wuchen's fist was waiting for her.

It happened too suddenly. By the time Xiao Wu realized what was happening, it was already too late. Carried by her momentum, her lower abdomen slammed into Shui Wuchen's fist.

Bang!

Even though Shui Wuchen had not used Soul Power, his physique, far beyond that of a Soul Emperor, still made Xiao Wu vomit sour fluid as her body was violently launched backward.

The next instant, Xiao Wu flew to the edge of the grounds and crashed into the wall. She spat out another mouthful of sour fluid, then lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

"Xiao Wu!!!"

Seeing this, Tang San let out a wail so mournful that all who heard it were heartbroken and all who saw it were moved to tears.

Immediately afterward, Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and rushed toward Xiao Wu.

As for the Referee, he gave Shui Wuchen a strange look before announcing:

"Since every member of Shrek Academy has been defeated, Skywater Academy wins!"