Xuan Zi, What Do You Think You're Doing?!

After Xu Sanshi left the field, the subsequent matches were not so smooth for the Shrek Team.

Of the three Soul Emperor from the Shrek Academy, two have already appeared. Among the remaining five who have not yet appeared, there is also Ning Tian, a pure Support Type Soul Master. The only ones who can truly continue to fight are one Soul Emperor and three Soul King.

The next three Soul King to appear truly gave it their all, unleashing their trump cards without reservation on the arena.

Even so, the three-person gauntlet battle only eliminated one Soul Emperor from the Holy Spirit Team.

So the burden ultimately fell on Bei Bei's shoulders.

After Bei Bei awakened the Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, it had a natural restraining effect on Evil Soul Master.

Therefore, even when facing Evil Soul Master whose cultivation level is higher than his own, he can still defeat them.

And that was indeed the case; he swiftly and decisively defeated his opponent.

His next opponent is none other than Tang Ya, the vice-captain of the Holy Spirit Team!

When he stood on the ring and saw that face opposite him that was so familiar to him, all his tactics and all his ruthlessness seemed to have their core support removed in that instant.

Tang Ya stood on the opposite side of the arena, her dark blue eyes empty and lifeless, as if she didn't recognize the person in front of her at all.

Her attacks were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, each strike carrying a merciless killing intent.

Under Tang Ya's onslaught, Bei Bei was forced to retreat step by step. He blocked one attack after another, and his body was covered with more and more wounds, but he never really fought back.

He was merely guarding and avoiding attacks; he didn't actually make a move against Tang Ya at all.

Otherwise, with his strength, even if Tang Ya were Soul Saint, he wouldn't be without the power to fight her.

In the Preparation Area, Xuan Zi's fists, as big as earthenware pots, were clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turned white, and his veins bulged.

His gaze was fixed intently on the ring, his lips pressed into a thin line.

It's clear to everyone now that this year's Shrek Academy have no chance of winning the championship.

Tang Ya was enveloped in a dark blue halo. The light was not bright, but it carried an unsettling sense of stagnation, as if even the surrounding air had been stained with a dim color.

She extended her right index finger, pointing directly at Bei Bei across from her.

Beside her, a spear radiating a dark golden light had materialized. The spear was long and slender, with fine patterns flowing across its surface. The sharp spearhead trembled slightly in the air, emitting a low hum.

The Blue Silver Grass that had been drifting and dancing around her seemed to have heard some kind of summons, transforming into dark blue afterimages that instantly merged into the spear, making the spear's aura even more condensed and sharp.

Bei Bei could clearly sense a sharpness emanating from the spear, a pure and penetrating sensation, as if it were locked onto by some unstoppable force.

However, as he faced the impending attack, the seriousness in his eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a tenderness that made one's heart clench.

That softness carried a hint of composure and relief, as if it had been prepared for something long ago.

Then, he actually dissipated the light and thunder power on his body. The golden and blue-white light that had been flowing around his body quickly receded like a receding tide, leaving him completely defenseless.

He stood there in the center of the ring, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure opposite him, his lips slightly moving as he softly called out, "Xiao Ya, I miss you so much."

The sound was very soft, almost drowned out in the noisy arena, but it reached Tang Ya's ears clearly.

Tang Ya's previously empty gaze seemed to flicker slightly for a moment.

But it was too late for her to stop. Her Soul Skill had already been unleashed, and the spear, fully charged, was launched with irreversible force, leaving a dark golden streak in mid-air as it flew straight toward Bei Bei's chest.

Bei Bei didn't dodge or try to resist. He just stood there quietly, letting the spear pierce through his right chest with a dull thud as it broke through flesh, before emerging from his body.

In the Shrek Academy's Preparation Area, when Xuan Zi saw the dark golden spear pierce through Bei Bei's right chest and fly out from behind with a spray of blood, he could no longer contain himself.

"Boom!!!"

He leaped from the Preparation Area and charged straight toward the arena, his undisguised Super Douluo aura exploding in mid-air.

As Elder of the Shrek Academy, he knew Bei Bei's identity better than anyone else.

That's Mu En's only descendant. If something happens to Bei Bei in this match, he won't be able to explain it when he goes back.

The defensive Soul Tool Shield surrounding the arena shattered like a thin layer of ice under his punch. Referee Zheng Zhan, the Unbroken Douluo, watched as the imposing Xuan Zi pressed down like a mountain. His heart tightened suddenly, and he even instinctively took half a step back, a trace of panic flashing across his expression.

However, just as Xuan Zi was about to enter the arena area, a figure appeared without warning above the arena, firmly blocking Xuan Zi's path.

The man was tall, his gray-black robes fluttering in the wind, and his aged yet sharp eyes stared at Xuan Zi without any emotion.

At the same time, he slowly spoke, "Outsiders are not allowed to interfere in the competition. Xuan Zi, what do you want to do?"

Xuan Zi abruptly stopped in mid-air, his violent aura abruptly suppressed.

He looked at the person in front of him with fear in his eyes; he couldn't beat him.

Even though he had been a tyrant on the mainland for many years and had a fiery temper, he still had to consider his own strength when facing this person who was on par with Mu En.

The one who could stop him at this moment was naturally the Limit Douluo Long Xiaoyao.

Xuan Zi was indeed used to being "arrogant" and, relying on his cultivation level and the reputation of Shrek, he hardly took anyone seriously.

But at this moment, his instinctive urge to make a move was forcibly suppressed in the face of Long Xiaoyao's abyss-like calm aura.

He had to swallow back the words that were already rising in his throat, holding his breath for several breaths before finally managing to adopt a tone that he could barely suppress.

He glanced at the referee Zheng Zhan below and said coldly, "Your Dragon Emperor, the referees are not doing their job, and I am worried about the safety of the students."

Zheng Zhan never expected that the fire would spread to him, and he felt wronged upon hearing this.

He stood on the referee's bench, opened his mouth, but found himself unable to defend himself.

Who would have thought that Bei Bei would actually give up resisting?

Even if he reacted quickly, he wouldn't have had enough time to intervene and stop it in such a short period of time.

Faced with the public accusation from Xuan Zi, a Super Douluo, he dared not say much. His expression darkened, and he pursed his lips without responding.

Long Xiaoyao hovered in mid-air, looking at Xuan Zi with indifferent eyes, and asked in a nonchalant tone, "So what do you want to do now?"

Xuan Zi looked down at the center of the arena, where Bei Bei was kneeling, blood still seeping from the wound on her right chest, staining a small patch of dark red on the arena floor.

His face was deathly pale, his breathing was rapid and shallow, and he looked as if he might collapse at any moment.

Xuan Zi frowned. He knew that time was of the essence and that if he delayed any longer, Bei Bei's injuries would only worsen.

He gritted his teeth, his tone filled with resentment, and said in a deep voice, "Shrek concedes defeat in this match."

Even if Xuan Zi hadn't spoken up, the outcome was already obvious.

With the individual competition ending in such a manner, even if there are team competitions to follow, the Shrek Team, with all members injured and key players missing, has no chance of turning the tide.

Long Xiaoyao glanced at him, said nothing more, and with a slight sway, disappeared as if he had never been there.

Xuan Zi landed on the arena, walked over to Bei Bei, and squatted down beside her.

He looked at Bei Bei's pale face, many words stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say them.

He knew perfectly well what Bei Bei was thinking. She was the person he had been searching for for years, the person he would never truly hurt in the ring.

But this is a competition! By doing this, Bei Bei is completely disregarding the glory of the Shrek Academy that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Given his current injury, he will be unable to play in the upcoming matches. The Shrek Team has lost a core player, so forget about competing for the championship, they probably won't even be able to secure third place.

Xuan Zi ultimately just sighed deeply and didn't say anything more to blame him.

He reached out and helped Bei Bei up from the ground, carefully avoiding the wound on his right chest, and supported him as he walked step by step off the ring.