Teaming Up Could Also Create a Shura Field? Repeated Setbacks!

Apart from Ning Rongrong and Oscar, both Support-type Spirit Master, everyone else has finished their individual Soul Fighting.

Flender announced the next training program: Double Team Soul Fighting.

"Two people per group, freely select your pair."

He stood in the center of the rest area, his gaze sweeping over the eight people.

"This is a great opportunity to improve your teamwork skills."

"Remember, in real combat, teamwork and coordination are often more important than individual skill."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the rest area changed instantly.

If everyone could maintain a semblance of harmony during the individual Soul Fighting earlier...

Now, an absurd "team -Asura battleground" has officially begun.

Tang San was the first to move.

He clenched his fists, strode up to Xiao Wu, and spoke with a barely perceptible urgency in his voice.

"Xiao Wu, let's team up."

"With your cooperation, we're sure to win."

Xiao Wu shook her head without even thinking.

"I don't want to!"

She refused decisively.

She turned around and ran to Lin Qingmo's side, took his arm, and stuck her tongue out at Tang San.

"I want to play with A-Qing, we're the real couple!"

"!"

Tang San's face instantly darkened.

The eyes beneath the mask were fixed on Xiao Wu's arm as she clung to Lin Qingmo's.

It's happening again.

It's always the same!

He was the one who met Xiao Wu first.

But everything changed after Lin Qingmo appeared.

Xiao Wu never smiled at him.

Why?!

The eyes of those around them were already on them.

Dai Mubai crossed his arms, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Ma Hongjun winked and made faces, with an expression that suggested he was looking forward to a good show.

Although Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, the meaning in their eyes was quite clear.

It was a look that mixed disdain and mockery.

Tang San understood the meaning behind those glances.

They've already officially announced their relationship, and you're still trying to get close to them? Aren't you just humiliating yourself?

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions, and turned to walk away.

But the thorn in my heart only sank deeper.

On the other side, Dai Mubai was also mentally preparing himself.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Try to adjust your expression to make yourself look gentler.

Then, he walked up to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Zhu Zhuqing."

Dai Mubai tried his best to make his voice sound calm.

"We are engaged, and we plan to try cultivating Martial Soul Fusion Skill in the future. Team-based Soul Fighting are the most suitable training method, allowing us to practice our teamwork beforehand."

This statement sounds grand and well-founded.

But Zhu Zhuqing didn't even lift her eyelids.

She gave Dai Mubai a cold glance, her disdain almost overflowing.

"No need."

Her voice was icy.

"I have no interest in teaming up with you or in Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards Lin Qingmo.

Although she didn't link arms with Lin Qingmo like Xiao Wu, her posture standing next to him was already very clear.

She wanted to join Lin Qingmo's team.

"..."

Dai Mubai's face turned pale and then flushed, his chest heaving violently.

Anger, resentment, humiliation... all sorts of emotions surged up in my heart, ready to erupt like a volcano.

But he dared not retaliate.

He could only stare intently at Zhu Zhuqing's retreating figure, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Why?

Why is she like this too?

Just because of what happened at the Rose Hotel that day?

But that was just an accident!

Dai Mubai wanted to explain, but he swallowed the words back.

He knew that saying anything now would be useless.

Zhu Zhuqing's dislike for him was deeply ingrained and could not be resolved with just a few words.

He could only endure it.

The worst off was Oscar.

This guy took several deep breaths, trying to energize himself for a while.

Finally mustering up his courage, he ran up to Ning Rongrong with a freshly made Recovery Big Sausage in his hand.

He adjusted his expression, trying to make himself look deeply affectionate.

"Ning Rongrong."

Oscar spoke gently, offering the Sausage with both hands.

"Let's team up! My Sausage can provide you with the strongest support, restoring stamina, healing injuries, and it's got all the functions. If we work together, we're sure to win!"

After saying that, he blinked, trying to flirt.

Ning Rongrong looked at his expression and scoffed.

"Pfft!"

The mockery in his laughter was undisguised; he was looked at as if he were a mentally unstable Monster.

Are you out of your mind?

She retorted without any hesitation.

"The two of us, one Food-type support and the other Tool Martial Soul support, neither of us has any offensive Soul Skill. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for such a combination to go on the field?"

"Well..."

Oscar was stunned.

He then realized what was happening.

Yeah, what's the point of two pure support players teaming up? Are they just going to be sitting ducks for the enemy?

I was so focused on getting closer to Ning Rongrong that I forgot about this!

Ning Rongrong crossed her arms and looked down at him, her posture exactly like that of a haughty young lady.

"Sorry, Oscar."

"I might be too tall for you to reach; you should go and protect your own forest."

The sarcastic tone in his words was clearly a rebuttal to Oscar's outrageous "Forest Theory" that day.

After saying that, she turned around and skipped over to Lin Qingmo.

"A-Qing!"

She blinked her big eyes, her voice cloyingly sweet.

Let's team up!

"I'll help you. My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is really useful; I guarantee you'll dominate the battlefield!"

"!!!"

a bolt from the blue!

Oscar's brain went blank, and he froze on the spot.

The Sausage in my hand fell to the ground with a "thud," rolled a few times, and got covered in dust.

He never imagined that his courageous and heartfelt invitation would be met with such humiliation.

"Hahaha!"

Ma Hongjun watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused, and burst into laughter.

He said heartlessly, "Little Ao Little Ao, you really are a toad Swan swan meat!"

"Who is Ning Rongrong? She's the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! How could we commoner Soul Master possibly be able to curry favor with her?"

He patted Oscar on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Wake up, buddy, be realistic."

Oscar was deathly pale, his lips trembling, and he couldn't utter a single word.

In an instant.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Oscar all turned their gazes toward Lin Qingmo simultaneously.

If that look could kill, Lin Qingmo would probably be dead eight hundred times over.

Jealousy, resentment, anger... all sorts of negative emotions intertwined, almost solidifying into something tangible.

Lin Qingmo felt the three murderous gazes and was speechless.

"What the hell does this have to do with me?"

He muttered to himself.

Xiao Wu is his girlfriend, so it's only natural for her to team up with him.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong wanted to come over on their own, but he hadn't said a word yet.

"This..."

Flender looked at the chaotic scene and helplessly rubbed his forehead.

He never imagined that a simple team Soul Fighting would turn out like this.

The relationships between these eight children are more complicated than the most intricate diagrams of Soul Tool.

"Alright, alright! Stop fooling around!"

Flender, finally unable to stand it any longer, spoke up and interrupted the farce.

"Hurry up and form a team! The Soul Fighting is about to start. If we keep dawdling, nobody will get a chance to fight today!"

The crowd then calmed down a bit.

"How about this?"

Lin Qingmo cleared his throat and said, "I'll team up with Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu will team up."

"As for Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and Oscar, the four of you can pair up yourselves."