Lin Qingmo: I'll Fight All Seven of You! Sapphire Star, You're Courting Death!
Not long after.
Shrek and his friends returned to their seats dejectedly.
The cheers of "Imperial Fighting Team" still echoed in the Great Soul Arena behind them.
Those thunderous shouts, now falling into their ears, felt like slaps to their faces.
Ma Hongjun hung his head.
His face still bore the marks of dust from the wind blades, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were singed.
He kicked a pebble in the corner of the wall hard in an annoyed manner, and the pebble rolled far away.
He was still cursing under his breath. "Damn it, this lousy competition was such a humiliating loss. That bastard Yu Feng was flying us like a kite the whole time."
"My Phoenix Fire Line couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. I was worn down and had no chance to fight back. It's so frustrating!"
"Well..."
Oscar leaned against the wall and sighed deeply, not wanting to say a word.
"...
Dai Mubai stood in the shadows at the farthest corner.
The clothes on the back of his clothes were torn by Yu Tianheng's Dragon Claw Soul Power, and the wounds were still throbbing.
His face was so dark it looked like it could drip water, and his eyes were filled with barely suppressed rage.
As the team Captain, he bears undeniable responsibility for this crushing defeat.
Tang San slowly walked back.
His steps were unsteady, and the spot on his chest where Yu Tianheng's Dragon Claw had struck him was throbbing with pain. Bloodstains remained at the corner of his mouth.
He leaned against the wall without saying a word, staring blankly at the ground, looking as if he had lost his soul.
In stark contrast to the somber mood of the entire team, Lin Qingmo leaned against the railing.
He was still holding half a glass of chilled juice, and there wasn't a trace of disappointment on his face about losing the game.
Seeing Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong approaching with red eyes, he smiled gently.
She took the initiative to speak and softly praised, "The three of you did a very good job today."
"Xiao Wu risked being focused down to get close and single-handedly eliminated two of the opposing team's core players, completely disrupting their rhythm."
"But you can't be so reckless in the future, it's very dangerous."
"I... I understand!"
Xiao Wu, feeling embarrassed after being lectured, stuck out her tongue.
"Zhu Zhuqing countered Zhu Qing's agility with agility, withstanding Soul Elder Osler's fierce attacks for so long, and dodging at the last second several times. She did an excellent job."
"Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda amplification never stopped throughout the entire process. Except at the very end, even when her teammates were scattered, the amplification was precisely applied to each and every one of them, without missing a single chain."
His praise instantly dispelled the gloom on the three girls' faces, and the resentment they felt also lessened.
Xiao Wu happily tugged at Lin Qingmo's arm and shook it.
Her eyes were still red, but her face was full of resentment. She pouted and said loudly, "What's the use of doing well? In the end, we still lost!"
"The Imperial Fighting Team is still swaggering around on stage."
"If you had been on the field just now, A-Qing, you would have utterly crushed their Imperial Fighting Team. They wouldn't have had the chance to be so arrogant here!"
Her voice was naturally clear, yet it carried a hint of emotion.
The sound traveled clearly through the lingering noise to the Spirit Fighting Arena.
The Imperial Fighting Team members hadn't left the stage yet; they were still receiving cheers from the entire audience.
Dugu Yan was originally holding Yu Tianheng's arm, chatting and laughing with her teammates.
Upon hearing this, her purple eyes instantly shifted, precisely locking onto Lin Qingmo below the stage.
What did she hear?
That Soft Bone Charm Rabbit called him "A-Qing"!
It was indeed the person she was looking for.
A mocking and playful smile crept onto his lips as he looked him up and down with great interest.
Yu Tianheng and the others heard it clearly, and their faces instantly showed disdain.
Osler scoffed, raising his chin high and saying with utter contempt:
"Sapphire Star? Isn't he just a substitute who stayed on the sidelines the whole time and didn't dare to go on stage? Talking about him like he's invincible is really laughable."
"Exactly! Hiding behind a woman and spouting threats, what kind of man is that? Come on up and fight me if you dare!"
Yu Feng echoed this sentiment.
He flapped the wings on his back, his face full of arrogant confidence.
Yu Tianheng was the pride of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. He had just defeated Tang San, Yu Xiaogang's personal disciple, with a single punch and was in the midst of his triumphant moment.
Hearing Xiao Wu's words, his arrogance grew even stronger.
He took two steps forward and stood at the very edge of the ring.
His voice, brimming with Soul Power, boomed so loudly it drowned out the clamor of the entire arena, each word spoken with resounding conviction:
"Your name is Sapphire Star, right? A backup option hiding behind a woman dares to speak so arrogantly?"
As soon as he said that, all eyes in the room instantly focused on Lin Qingmo.
Whistles and jeers erupted instantly, everyone waiting to see how he would respond.
They just love watching a spectacle.
Ning Rongrong, who was standing next to her, immediately exploded, putting her hands on her hips and shouting at the stage:
"Stop being so arrogant! A-Qing isn't afraid of you; she can beat you to a pulp right now!"
Lin Qingmo; he simply smiled faintly.
He handed Ning Rongrong the half-empty glass of juice he was holding, his voice gentle. "Hold this for me, I'll be right back."
Before Ning Rongrong could react, he lightly touched the railing in front of him with his toes and leaped into the air.
Without the slightest hesitation, he landed steadily in the center of the Spirit Fighting Arena.
"!!!"
The noise in the room instantly subsided by more than half.
All eyes were fixed on the young man who had suddenly jumped onto the stage.
The audience was filled with whispers and speculation as everyone wondered what this suddenly appearing Sapphire Star was up to.
Lin Qingmo turned to look at the referee who was standing there in a daze, with a polite smile on his face.
He asked, "Referee, excuse me, given the current situation, is it possible to add another Soul Fighting?"
"Ah?"
The referee was completely dumbfounded.
He had just announced the results of the match, and hadn't even put the flag down yet.
Just as they were preparing to organize the two teams to leave the field, this person suddenly appeared.
The referee was stunned and didn't react for a long time.
Just then, he suddenly heard an urgent message from the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena.
"Say yes! This is all just hype!"
After listening, the referee quickly cleared his throat, composed himself, and asked Lin Qingmo, "Lin Qingmo from the Azure Star Team, you... you want to challenge the just-victorious Yu Tianheng in a one-on-one duel, is that right?"
These words immediately caused an uproar in the room.
The audience in the front row stood up immediately, and whistles, cheers, and shouts of "Let's fight!" rose and fell.
Everyone was waiting to see Yu Tianheng make his move again.
But Lin Qingmo just smiled and shook his head.
He slowly turned around, his faint smile unchanged, but his eyes had lost all warmth.
He raised his finger and pointed to Yu Tianheng standing opposite him, as well as Dugu Yan, Osler, Yu Feng, and the Shi Brothers behind him—all seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team, without missing a single one.
"I'm not just challenging him."
"I'm not just challenging him! I'm challenging your entire Imperial Fighting Team."
Lin Qingmo's tone was very calm.
The voice, amplified by Soul Power, resonated clearly throughout every corner of the Great Soul Arena's audience seats, even those in the most secluded corners could hear it perfectly.
As soon as those words were spoken, the entire Great Soul Arena seemed to be put on pause.
"..."
You could hear a pin drop.
A deathly silence.
Everyone stared, mouths agape, in disbelief.
Two full seconds passed before the deafening screams and shouts erupted.
"Holy crap! Are you crazy? One person challenging the entire Imperial Fighting Team? That's the ace team of all Soul Elder!"
"Sapphire Star. This guy is too arrogant. I've never seen anyone so outspoken in my life."
"My goodness! This ticket was such a great deal! I thought watching Shrek versus the Royal Clan would be enough, but there was even a buy-one-get-one-free deal!"
On the ring.
Lin Qingmo's words left the seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team stunned in place.
They all stared at Lin Qingmo in astonishment, as if he were some arrogant madman.
They are the ace team of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, one of the top Academy teams on the entire continent.
Someone actually dared to boast that they could take on the entire team by themselves?
This is no longer a simple provocation; this is a blatant and extreme humiliation!
The next second.
The anger ignited by being slighted instantly surged to the top of the seven people's heads.
Dugu Yan stared intently at Lin Qingmo.
The Shi Brothers clenched their fists, their knuckles cracking, their Martial Soul faintly emerging, their faces fierce and menacing.
Yu Feng immediately folded his wings and landed on the ground, with wind blades beginning to gather around him.
Osler's hand was already on the dagger at his waist, his eyes as sinister as a leopard poised to pounce.
Yu Tianheng, who was standing at the very front, immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.
As the young Clan Head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had never suffered such humiliation in his life!
Cracking blue-purple lightning danced wildly around him, reflecting his bad mood.
He gritted his teeth, his anger practically overflowing.
He squeezed out each word through clenched teeth, each word carrying the fury of Berserk:
"Sapphire Star, you're asking for death!"