Dark Night Phantom Ji Wushuang, Crushing the Mad Battle Team in Her Debut!

Soto Grand Hotel, presidential suite on the top floor.

The night was deep, and the bustling Soto City gradually quieted down.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling had already returned to the room next door to rest (although Dugu Yan had wanted to linger, she was dragged away by Ye Lingling's insistence, citing the need to maintain their condition for tomorrow's match).

Yu Tianyu sat cross-legged alone in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window, practicing his breathing techniques.

Following his breath, the fire and lightning elements drifting in the air seemed to come alive, joyfully burrowing into his body.

"Hoo..."

Just then, Yu Tianyu snapped his eyes open.

The air in the room suddenly turned viscous, and a familiar scent—carrying a faint aroma of violets and the prelude to a thunderstorm—permeated the space without a sound.

"Since you're here, don't bother hiding."

Yu Tianyu curled his lips into a smirk without turning his head. "Teacher."

"Zzz--"

On the balcony outside the window, a flash of purple lightning streaked by.

The next second, the previously tightly sealed floor-to-ceiling window opened on its own, and the voluptuous figure that Yu Tianyu had been "dreaming of" was leaning lazily against the window frame.

Today, Ji Wushuang had changed her attire.

It was no longer that high-slit cheongsam, but a tight-fitting black night-suit. Yet, this outfit did not hide her figure; instead, the high-elasticity material made her breathtaking S-curve look even more aggressive. Especially the patch of snow-white skin revealed by the slightly lowered zipper on her chest, which shimmered with an ivory luster under the moonlight.

"Not bad alertness, little one."

Ji Wushuang swirled a wine glass in her hand (heaven knows why she carried one around) and walked into the room with the elegant gait of a cat.

"What? Haven't seen you in a few days, and you've already forgotten your big sister? I heard that downstairs, you beat up that old turtle from Canghui Academy for the sake of two little girlfriends?"

She walked up to Yu Tianyu, sat directly on the coffee table in front of him, crossed her long, slender legs, and used the tip of her shoe to gently hook his chin.

"That was to uphold the dignity of the team."

Yu Tianyu felt the cool touch on his chin, his gaze sweeping over the stunner before him without reservation. "Besides, trash like that isn't worth me lifting a finger."

"Heh, stiff-lipped."

Ji Wushuang chuckled, a hint of appreciation in her eyes. "Still, well done. People from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, even if they are castaways, must not let such garbage ride on their heads."

"You didn't come here tonight just to praise me, did you?" Yu Tianyu asked.

Ji Wushuang stopped smiling, tilted her head back to drain the red wine in her glass, and her eyes turned cold.

"I came to tell you a piece of news."

"That so-called 'uncle' of yours, the greatest disgrace to the family—Yu Xiaogang—is currently in this city."

"Yu Xiaogang?"

Yu Tianyu asked a question he already knew the answer to, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes. "You mean that 'Master' who claims to be 'theoretically invincible' but can't even break through to level twenty-nine?"

"Exactly."

A flicker of disgust crossed Ji Wushuang's eyes. "Back then, because his martial soul mutated into Luo Sanpao, he was expelled from the family. Who would have thought that after all these years, he would be in this tiny Soto City, teaching a group of so-called 'monsters'."

As she spoke, she leaned forward, moved close to Yu Tianyu's ear, and breathed like an orchid:

"The Sect Master (your father) means... since you've run into him, don't be polite."

"Back then, he used that load of nonsense, the 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls', to nearly mislead several geniuses in the sect. This time, you must step his prized disciples under your feet on the spirit fighting stage, right in front of everyone."

"Prove to the world that only powerful strength and bloodline are the truth. So-called theories are worthless in the face of absolute power."

Yu Tianyu smelled the mature, lingering fragrance on her and sneered inwardly.

Sure enough, although the old man had banished Yu Xiaogang on the surface, he still held a grudge in his heart.

"Don't worry, Teacher."

Yu Tianyu reached out and grasped Ji Wushuang's restless hand, his fingertips grazing her palm. "Even if you hadn't said anything, I didn't intend to let them off."

"Especially that one called Tang San."

"Very good."

Ji Wushuang smiled with satisfaction, gripped Yu Tianyu's wrist, and a stream of incredibly pure spirit power surged through his meridians.

"This is your reward."

"This is...?" Yu Tianyu felt that this spirit power actually contained a trace of insight into the laws of thunder.

"Breath of the Thunder Luan. It will help you better control that violent dragon might."

Ji Wushuang stood up and patted Yu Tianyu's cheek. "I will be watching from the shadows during tomorrow's match."

"If you perform well... the kind of 'reward' you got tonight is just an appetizer."

After saying that, she transformed into a streak of purple lightning once more and vanished into the night outside the window.

She left behind only the faint scent of violets and the lingering warmth on Yu Tianyu's palm.

"What a vixen..."

Yu Tianyu looked at the empty windowsill and clenched his fists.

"Yu Xiaogang... Tang San..."

"Since my beautiful teacher has spoken, your luck really isn't very good."

The following evening.

The Soto Great Spirit Arena was roaring with noise.

As the most blood-pumping and violent venue on the entire continent, it attracted tens of thousands of spectators and gamblers every single night.

The seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team, wearing specially made masks (to avoid revealing their identities too early), walked into the registration hall.

"We want to register a team."

As the captain, Yu Tianlei placed seven Iron Fighting Badges on the counter, which had been prepared in advance (except for Yu Tianyu and the two girls who were new, the others already had records).

The staff member behind the counter was a young woman who picked up the documents and glanced at them nonchalantly.

The next second, her eyes widened.

"All members... Silver Fighting rank?! Wait, these three new ones... ten-year-old Great Spirit Masters?!"

She looked up in terror at the group of masked people in front of her.

Especially the black-clad youth standing in the center, who, despite being the youngest, possessed the most imposing aura.

"We want to participate in tonight's team spirit fight."

Yu Tianyu said indifferently, "Don't arrange any trash teams for us. I heard there's a team here called the 'Mad Battle Team'? Seven consecutive wins?"

"Ye... yes!" the girl stammered, "The Mad Battle Team is the most brutal team recently. Their methods are... very cruel. Many teams have been crippled by them."

"They'll do."

Yu Tianyu snapped his fingers, "Arrange it. Also, place a bet of ten thousand gold soul coins on us to win."

"What is the team name?" The girl held her pen with trembling hands.

Yu Tianyu glanced at his teammates behind him.

The original name was the "Imperial Fighting Team," but since they were going to stir up a storm in Soto City and target Shrek, "Call it—"

"World Burial."

To bury all the falsehoods of this world's geniuses.

Meanwhile, in the lounge area on the other side of the Great Spirit Arena.

The Shrek Seven Devils were sitting together.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.

Standing in front of them was a middle-aged man with a crew cut and a rigid expression—the Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang. Beside him stood the burly Dean Flender.

"Just received some news."

Flender pushed up his glasses, his expression strange, "The opponent originally arranged for you tonight was the Mad Battle Team. But... just a moment ago, the Mad Battle Team was intercepted."

"Intercepted?" Dai Mubai was stunned, "Who has the guts? The Mad Battle Team is famous for being mad dogs."

"It's a newly registered team called 'World Burial'."

Flender handed over a match schedule, "And they specifically requested to fight the Mad Battle Team."

"World Burial..." Tang San muttered the name, and that feeling of unease in his heart surfaced once again.

The Grandmaster took the match schedule, scanned the brief information on it, and frowned slightly.

"All masked? They certainly have a sense of mystery."

The Grandmaster stood with his hands behind his back and began his signature analysis, "To dare to challenge the Mad Battle Team directly, this team is either exceptionally powerful or just a bunch of arrogant, ignorant rich kids."

"San, you don't have a team fight tonight, so you might as well go to the spectator stands and watch."

"Teacher, do you think the Mad Battle Team will lose?" Tang San asked.

"It's unlikely."

The Grandmaster shook his head and said confidently, "I've seen the configuration of the Mad Battle Team. That Mad Rhino is a Spirit Elder who possesses both defense and strength, and combined with their support-type spirit master's 'Ruyi Disk,' they are almost an unsolvable existence in spirit fights at this level in Soto City."

"Unless this new team has a configuration of all Spirit Elders or higher, or possesses an extremely powerful control-type spirit master."

"Let's go and see what these 'World Burial' people are actually capable of."

Half an hour later.

The central main spirit fighting stage.

The lights were dazzling, and the cheers were deafening.

The host hovered in mid-air, roaring with intense passion: "Friends in the audience! The main event of the night is here! On one side, we have the Mad Battle Team, who have already claimed seven consecutive victories in Soto City with their brutal methods!"

"Awoooo--!!!"

Accompanied by beast-like howls, seven burly men with crazed looks in their eyes charged onto the arena. The leader, Mad Rhino, was shirtless, his muscles like blocks of iron, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty glints as he stared at the opposition.

"And on the other side! A mysterious new force! They wear masks, and their name is imposing! Let us welcome--the World Burial Team!"

There was no cheering.

Only the sound of uniform, synchronized footsteps.

Seven figures walked onto the arena like ghosts.

They did not yell or scream like the Mad Battle Team; they simply stood quietly in a peculiar formation.

At the very front were the brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo, standing like two gate guardians.

In the middle was Yu Tianyu, his hands in his pockets, looking as relaxed as if he were out for a stroll.

On the flanks were Oslo and Yu Feng.

At the very back were Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.

"This formation..."

Grandmaster's pupils constricted in the stands. "Two-one-two-two? This positioning is extremely rare. What is that small guy standing in the middle doing? It's neither a Control System nor a Power Attack System position. Could he be... bait?"

On the arena.

Mad Rhino looked at the kid (Yu Tianyu) who only reached his chest and spat on the ground in disdain: "Pah! A bunch of unweaned brats! Wearing masks to play pretend! Brothers, leave that kid in black to me later; I'm going to crush his bones!"

"Is that so?"

Yu Tianyu looked at Mad Rhino through his mask, as if he were looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"Lingling."

"Yes."

"You can rest this round. No healing required."

"Understood." Ye Lingling stepped back directly and sat on a chair that had appeared out of nowhere (she actually sat down!).

The entire arena was in an uproar.

This was blatant contempt! Facing the berserk Mad Battle Team, the Support System Spirit Master was actually sitting down to rest?

"Bastard! Die!!!"

Mad Rhino was furious. "Brothers! Activate Spirits! Disk of As-You-Will, give me Berserk!!!"

There was no probing.

The Mad Battle Team used their strongest trump card right from the start.

The silver disk in the hands of the seductive female Support System Spirit Master shone brightly, and six beams of red light instantly surged into the bodies of Mad Rhino and his team.

ROAR--!!!

The bodies of Mad Rhino and his men instantly expanded, their eyes turning blood-red, losing all reason and leaving only the instinct to kill. This was the terrifying aspect of the Mad Battle Team—a time-limited berserk state where they feared neither pain nor death!

"Oh no!" Tang San exclaimed from the stands. "Going berserk right from the start? These newcomers are finished!"

Grandmaster also sighed: "Too arrogant. When facing opponents in a berserk state, the best method is to kite them and stall for time. They actually let their Support System rest? This is a major tactical blunder."

However.

The very next second.

Grandmaster's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"So noisy."

In the center of the arena, Yu Tianyu dug at his ear, looking impatient.

"Shi Mo, Shi Mo. Clear the field."

"Yes!"

The two iron-tower-like brothers moved.

They did not use their previous Tortoise Shell Shield charge. Instead, they performed an even more astonishing maneuver.

The two stood face-to-face, their four hands gripping each other tightly.

"Spirit Fusion Skill (Pseudo)--Gravity: Great Grinding Disk!"

As their spirit power resonated, the earthy-yellow light on their bodies instantly connected, forming a massive yellow ring with a diameter of over ten meters!

This was not a true Spirit Fusion Skill, but a combination spirit skill Yu Tianyu had taught them based on the characteristics of their spirits, combined with the concept of "gravity magic."

BOOM!

The ring expanded.

The members of the Mad Battle Team, who had been charging wildly, suddenly felt their bodies sink.

It was as if a massive mountain had been pressed onto their backs!

The momentum of their berserk charge was instantly shattered; the seven burly men actually knelt in unison, their knees smashing the granite floor to pieces!

"What... what kind of spirit skill is this?!"

Mad Rhino struggled desperately to stand up, but the gravity pressing down on him was absurdly powerful.

"Is that all it takes to make you kneel?"

Yu Tianyu slowly stepped out from behind the Shi Brothers.

He looked down at Mad Rhino, who was kneeling before him with a ferocious expression, and shook his head.

"Since you enjoy going berserk and losing your sanity so much."

"Then let me help you... sober up."

Yu Tianyu took a deep breath, his chest swelling high.

A unique magical power gathered in his throat.

There was no fire, nor was there any lightning.

Instead, it was a sound wave that struck directly at the soul.

Dragon Slayer Secret Art: Dragon Roar!

"ROAR------!!!"

An earth-shattering dragon roar erupted from the young man's mouth!

This sound was not merely a sonic attack; it contained the absolute spiritual suppression of a superior dragon race over inferior creatures!

Crack! Crack!

The very air seemed to shatter.

The members of the Mad Battle Team, bearing the brunt of the attack, saw their bloodshot, crazed eyes instantly turn dull before rolling back into their heads.

Thud! Thud!

Their so-called "berserk" state was directly frightened away!

The seven strong men foamed at the mouth, collapsing limply to the ground as if their spines had been ripped out, their bodies twitching uncontrollably.

The support-type female spirit master, in particular, saw the Ruyi Disk in her hands shatter instantly, and she fainted dead away.

One roar.

Total annihilation.

The entire Great Spirit Arena fell into a deathly silence.

Even the announcer forgot to breathe, his microphone dropping to the floor with a harsh, screeching noise.

In the spectator stands.

The Shrek Seven Devils all had their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

Ma Hongjun was so startled he plopped onto the ground: "What... what kind of monster is this? Was that a spirit skill? How come I didn't see any spirit rings light up?"

Dai Mubai's face turned pale. As the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, he felt the suppression of this king of beasts most deeply: "That aura... is it a dragon? And not just any ordinary dragon... my martial soul is trembling in fear."

But the one with the most intense reaction was the Grandmaster.

He gripped the railing so hard his knuckles turned white, his eyes filled with disbelief and frantic contemplation.

"No spirit ring fluctuations... no, there are extremely faint fluctuations, but it's not a spirit skill."

"Is this a self-created spirit skill? Or a torso spirit bone skill?"

"That dragon roar... it carries the lingering resonance of lightning, yet it also possesses some kind of... ancient aura."

"Could he be from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan? But the dragon transformation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon isn't like this... and he didn't even use a dragon transformation!"

The Grandmaster's worldview began to collapse.

This completely exceeded the scope of his "Ten Core Competitiveness" theories. A Great Spirit Master (judging by the spirit power fluctuations), with just a single roar, had insta-killed a team of berserk Spirit Elders?

This was unscientific!

On the arena floor.

Yu Tianyu paid no mind to the shock surrounding him.

He turned around, his back to the fallen Mad Battle Team, and looked up toward a specific direction in the stands.

That was exactly where the Shrek Seven Devils were located.

Even through the mask, Tang San could still feel that mocking gaze.

Yu Tianyu extended his right hand, pointed his thumb downward, and gave a fierce gesture.

Then, he led the members of the World Burial team and made a stylish exit.

He left behind only an incredibly arrogant silhouette and the delayed, frantic screams of the entire arena.

"World Burial! World Burial! World Burial!"

Tonight, the Soto City Great Spirit Arena welcomed a new legend.

And in a dark corner.

Ji Wushuang swirled her glass of red wine, watching Yu Tianyu's departing back, a charming smile curling at the corners of her lips.

"Well done, my Little Dragon King."

"It seems that useless theoretical Grandmaster won't be getting any sleep tonight."