Shrek Team VS Spirit Hall Platinum Team
The Individual King-of-the-Hill Match concluded amidst awe and sighs.
With their unparalleled winning streak, the Imperial Fighting Team has secured a coveted spot in the finals.
However, the frenzied atmosphere in the Great Soul Arena not only did not subside, but became even more tense.
The real bloody battle has only just begun!
Chief Referee Salas once again strode to the edge of the ring, his dry, hard voice echoing across the Great Soul Arena:
"The first round of individual tournament matches is now complete!"
"Next up is the Loser's Bracket final team survival match, between the Shrek Team and the Spirit Hall Platinum Team!"
"The winner will take the final ticket to the championship!"
The 100,000 spectators in the stands were in a frenzy.
On the Shrek's preparation bench, Tang San slowly stood up.
Behind him, Yu Tianheng, Dai Mubai, Osler, Shi Mo, Ma Hongjun, Oscar stood up one after another, their eyes revealing a desperate determination.
"In this battle, we have no way out."
Tang San's voice was heavy. "Attack according to the established formation."
"Even if you have to bite, bite off a piece of flesh from those Spirit Hall bastards!"
"Clear!"
On the other side, the Spirit Hall Team also filed out.
The two stood face to face on the ring.
A fierce fighting spirit clashed and intertwined.
Shrek Team members:
Tang San, a level 66 Control-type Battle Soul Emperor!
Yu Tianxin, Level 44, Power-attack Type Battle Soul Ancestor!
Shi Mo, Level 43 Defense-type Battle Soul Ancestor!
Dai Mubai, a level 41 Power-attack Type Battle Soul Ancestor!
Osler, a level 41 Agility-attack-type Battle Soul Ancestor!
Oscar, a level 36 Food-type Tool Soul Elder!
Ma Hongjun, a level 35 Power-attack Type Battle Soul Elder!
Spirit Hall Platinum Team:
Hu Liena, Level 58 Control-type Battle Soul King!
Xie Yue, a level 52 Power-attack Type Battle Soul King!
Yan, a level 52 Power-attack Type Battle Soul King!
Two team members: a level 48 Battle Soul Ancestor and a level 46 Battle Soul Ancestor!
And... a nominal substitute, a mysterious woman with blonde hair and a mask (Qian Renxue)!
In the VIP stands of the Imperial Fighting Team, Bai Chenxiang rested her chin on her hands.
She blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, who do you think will win this Loser's Bracket's team battle?"
Xiao Wu pouted her delicate lips. "It would be best if the Spirit Hall won. I hate Tang San's hypocritical and disgusting face!"
"It would be best if the Spirit Hall beat him to a pulp!"
Ning Rongrong stroked her chin and analyzed in a serious tone, "In terms of overall strength alone, the Spirit Hall has a clear advantage."
"Three Spirit King plus two high-level Soul Ancestor —their combined combat strength is terrifying."
"But Tang San is a complete anomaly at Shrek."
"With his level 66 Soul Power, plus his bizarre and varied Hidden Weapon techniques, Shrek's overall combat strength cannot be judged by common sense."
Dugu Yan idly stroked her emerald green fingernails and snorted coldly, "I've never fought Tang San, so I don't know how strong he is."
"However, although those guys from the Spirit Hall lost to me just now, they're not weak at all."
"It's really hard to say who will win and who will lose."
Ye Lingling turned to Lin Qingmo: "Captain, what do you think?"
Lin Qingmo put down the jade porcelain teacup in his hand.
His gaze swept across the stage, not paying attention to Tang San, but instead focusing on the Spirit Hall substitute wearing a silver mask.
That sacred aura was all too familiar; it could only be Qian Renxue.
"How am I supposed to see?" A sly smile crept across his lips. "I'll see with my eyes, you know."
"But if I had to make a prediction, I'd bet on the Spirit Hall to win."
Zhu Zhuqing raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because some people weren't serious from the very beginning."
Lin Qingmo tapped his folding fan lightly in his palm, his voice Youyou: "Shrek's trump card is Tang San, but the Spirit Hall's trump card is far more terrifying than you imagine."
As they were talking, the battle on the main arena suddenly erupted!
"The Soul Fighting begins!"
Dai Mubai roared, "White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Yu Tianheng roared, "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Possession, Dragon Transformation!"
Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng, one on the left and one on the right, transformed into a Berserk Thunder and a fierce tiger.
Tang San did not use the Clear Sky Hammer immediately.
Instead, he swung his right hand sharply, and a cold, metallic tearing sound broke out of the cage.
Countless Hidden Weapon, shimmering with a ghostly blue, highly poisonous light, descended upon the Spirit Hall Team like an impenetrable net of death.
"Watch out! There's Hidden Weapon!" Xie Yue's expression changed drastically.
He brandished the Moon Blades wildly, tearing through gusts of wind in an attempt to block it.
However, Tang San's level was as high as level 66.
A massive amount of Soul Power was poured into the Hidden Weapon, increasing its power many times over.
The streaks of light in the darkness swept across the night.
The defensive line crumbled before the overwhelming superiority and the uncanny use of Hidden Weapon.
Pfft! Pfft!
The two Soul Ancestor from the Spirit Hall, at levels 46 and 48, had their Soul Power defenses pierced directly by terrifying Hidden Weapon.
Blood spurted wildly in an instant.
The two screamed and flew backward off the stage, crashing heavily to the ground outside the arena and losing consciousness.
"Damn it! I'll burn you alive, you treacherous villain!" Yan was furious upon seeing this.
Surrounded by raging Lie Yan, it transformed into a giant lava meteorite and charged madly towards Tang San.
"Smash it for me!" Tang San's eyes were as cold as iron, and he clenched his left hand tightly in the air!
The Clear Sky Hammer, Martial Soul that is pitch black, heavy, and exudes the pressure to suppress all things, appeared out of thin air!
Six extraordinary Spirit Ring swirled around him.
Tang San swung the enormous black hammer with one arm, smashing it onto Yan's lava armor.
"Thump!"
A pure, unrestrained release of power!
Click!
The incredibly protective lava armor shattered like a biscuit before the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Pfft!" Yan coughed up blood, his sternum caved in.
He was sent flying.
The battle had only been going on for a short time.
Two Soul Ancestor from the Spirit Hall were severely injured by Hidden Weapon and eliminated.
Even the Power-attack Type Spirit King Yan was crippled by a single blow from the Clear Sky Hammer.
Only Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Qian Renxue, who hadn't made a move from beginning to end, remained on the arena.
A tremendous roar of cheers erupted from the stands!
"Tang San! Tang San! Tang San!"
"This is too powerful! This is the Clear Sky Hammer! This is the power of Spirit Emperor!"
"A crushing victory for the Spirit Emperor! Shrek truly is the dark horse!"
Yu Xiaogang, sitting in the Shrek seat, was so excited his blood was boiling.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Three "good"s in a row.
"That's the power of Xiao San!"
"Smash the Spirit Hall's pride with your Clear Sky Hammer!" Yu Xiaogang was filled with fervor.
"The Spirit Hall's Golden Generation is nothing special."
Tang San, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, stood across the center of the arena, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept towards Hu Liena and Xie Yue.
"If you know what's good for you, get out of here, or I'll kill half your lives with this hammer."
His momentum and fighting spirit had reached their peak.
Xie Yue and Hu Liena wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths.
The two exchanged a glance, showing no panic, only extreme calmness and murderous intent.
"Tang San, you're celebrating too soon."
Hu Liena's beautiful eyes flashed with a bewitching light, and her slender body transformed into a wisp of pink light, rushing straight towards Xie Yue!
Xie Yue spread his arms, and the two Moon Blades in his hands instantly merged into a perfect, flawless crescent moon!
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill-- "
The brother and sister shouted in unison.
"Demon Charm!"
Boom!
The pink mist spread across the arena at an unstoppable, terrifying speed.
In the blink of an eye, the entire arena was completely enveloped in a thick, blood-red mist.
Extreme dullness, sealed senses, and suppressed Soul Power!
A strange figure wielding a massive Moon Blades, radiating a terrifying aura comparable to a level 70 Soul Saint, slowly coalesced deep within the red mist!