Finals!!

The next day, the arena.

The grandest stage of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament welcomed its final showdown today.

The massive circular stands were packed to capacity.

The roar of the crowd was deafening, a wave of sound so intense it seemed capable of overturning the very sky.

At the highest point directly facing the arena—the VIP viewing platform, which symbolized power and status—the members of the Heaven Dou Empire royal family sat in solemn rows.

Emperor Xue Ye sat with majestic dignity, flanked by Qian Renxue, who remained disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, and Prince Xue Beng, who wore a look of cynical indifference.

On the other side, Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, wore a gentle, refined smile.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood behind him like two guardian deities, one to his left and one to his right.

And in the very center, upon the throne symbolizing the supreme authority of the Martial Soul Hall, Pope Bibi Dong sat clutching her scepter, her gaze piercing, noble, and inviolable.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stood silently by her side, radiating the formidable pressure unique to Titled Douluos.

Under the gaze of the masses, the heavy iron gates on both sides of the arena slowly creaked open.

"Shrek Academy, enter!"

The master of ceremonies' high-pitched voice echoed throughout the stadium.

From the left tunnel, Tang San walked at the very front, with Dai Mubai and the others following closely behind.

The seven of them wore their iconic green uniforms, their backs straight, their strides steady and resolute.

Flames of unyielding determination burned in their eyes as they faced the gaze of the entire world.

Opposite them, "Martial Soul Hall Academy, enter!"

The right tunnel swung wide.

Seven figures, clad in dazzling golden uniforms and carrying an aura of unrivaled power, stepped slowly onto the field.

However, when the spectators in the stands caught sight of the Martial Soul Hall Team's formation, an irrepressible gasp erupted throughout the arena.

Walking at the very front of the team was not Xie Yue, the core of the continent-renowned Golden Generation.

Instead, it was a youth in black robes with handsome features and a calm expression.

It was Gu Sheng.

And the once high-and-mighty Xie Yue now followed behind Gu Sheng like an ordinary team member, his head bowed, showing not the slightest hint of defiance.

"Who is that kid?"

"Why isn't Xie Yue leading the team?"

"How is this possible? Did Martial Soul Hall change their commander at the last minute?"

The discussions from the sidelines swept through the crowd like a tsunami.

Every eye was fixed on the youth walking at the front.

Gu Sheng remained deaf to the surrounding clamor.

He led his team to the center of the arena, standing face-to-face with the Shrek Seven Devils.

Gu Sheng stopped and stood firmly in place.

His deep, fathomless eyes locked onto Tang San's gaze, which was brimming with fighting spirit.

Invisible sparks seemed to ignite in the air between them.

The referee walked between the two teams and checked the position of the sun.

He raised his right hand high, channeling his soul power into his voice so it would carry across the entire arena.

"The finals—"

"Begin!"

The referee's arm swung down sharply.

"The match begins!"

This command was like lighting a powder keg in the center of the arena.

Dai Mubai was the first to charge out.

A massive phantom of a white tiger roared wildly behind him as he unleashed his White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

His muscles surged in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his thick bones emitted a series of sharp, cracking pops.

An incomparably powerful sense of strength surged from within him, his golden fur standing on end, compressing the surrounding air until it twisted and warped.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure became blurred at the same moment.

Like a drop of ink merging into the ocean, her movements were light to the extreme, silently submerging into the shadows of the arena.

Ma Hongjun kicked off the ground with both legs, his plump body erupting with astonishing leaping power as he soared into the air.

Blazing Phoenix flames exploded from his body without reservation.

Crimson waves of fire swept across the surroundings, illuminating half the arena in a brilliant red, the terrifying high temperature creating a water-like optical illusion in the space.

Xiao Wu followed closely behind, her long, straight legs alternating rapidly across the ground.

The Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul erupted with dazzling light above her head, enveloping her entire being, her speed so fast that only a pink afterimage remained.

Tang San stood steadily in the center of the team, his hands forming seals as quickly as butterflies dancing through flowers.

Thick Blue Silver Grass vines spread wildly along the hard stone floor.

Countless blue-black vines intertwined and coiled like a swarm of overwhelming vipers, occupying most of the arena in the blink of an eye.

Ning Rongrong held up the crystalline Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda with both hands.

The seven-colored halo set off her exquisite face, making her appear even more noble.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile, First: Power! Second: Speed!"

Brilliant streamers of light surged from the pagoda, transforming into several ribbons of light that injected precisely into the bodies of the teammates charging ahead.

Oscar stood beside Ning Rongrong, his hands rubbing together incessantly.

Sausages emitting a strange luster were already prepared in his hands, his gaze fixed tightly on the battle.

The Shrek Seven Devils had all moved.

Without any reservation, the opening was a thunderous, overwhelming charge.

On the other side, the seven members of the Martial Soul Hall Team also moved.

Powerful soul power fluctuations rose from them one after another, the multicolored light of their soul skills weaving into a tapestry.

However.

At the center where these two violent auras were about to collide.

Only one person stood quietly in place.

Gu Sheng.

His hands were casually clasped behind his back, the hem of his black robes fluttering slightly in the airflow.

He did not move.

Not only did he not take a single step, but there was also no sign of him releasing his Martial Soul.

He did not strike, nor did he issue commands.

He simply watched the Shrek members charging toward him, as if this life-and-death duel before him were merely a squabble between children.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue exchanged a glance.

The tacit understanding between the siblings, forged from years of fighting side-by-side, meant they required no verbal communication.

Blinding red light exploded from both of them simultaneously.

Two streams of soul power from the same source intertwined and overlapped perfectly in mid-air.

Red mist rose from the ground like a prehistoric beast opening its blood-red maw.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Demon Charm, launched with ferocity.

The mist spread at an astonishing speed, instantly shrouding the entire center of the arena.

Within this red mist, all senses were forcibly stripped away.

Vision was locked down, making it impossible to see anything clearly beyond a meter, leaving only heart-wrenching wails echoing in their ears.

The Shrek team's charging formation was instantly severed.

At this critical moment.

Two rays of purple light, as if substantial, erupted from the depths of Tang San's eyes.

He pushed his Purple Demon Eye to the limit, forcibly piercing through the viscous red mist before him.

After seeing the terrifying figure within the fog, Tang San shouted out loud.

"Fly!"

The moment the order was given, Oscar's movements were as fast as lightning.

He tossed the Flying Mushroom Sausages, placing them precisely into the hands of every teammate.

Dai Mubai and the others did not hesitate, swallowing the sausages in one gulp.

Transparent wings sprouted simultaneously from their backs.

The six of them flapped their wings in unison, their figures rising into the air, escaping the shroud of the red mist.