Version T0 Playstyle (Seeking Recommendations)

For this team match, given the Berserk Team's final berserk state, Zhu Zhuqing's speed-attack capabilities would not be of much use.

Therefore, the seven people taking the stage this time were:

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

Before the battle began.

The captain of the Berserk Team was a burly man over two meters tall with knotted muscles, his martial soul being a Rhino.

Looking at this team composed of fair-skinned, clean-looking children only eleven or twelve years old, he wore a look of disdain and couldn't help but mock them:

"Where did these little brats come from? Hurry home and drink your milk; the Spirit Fighting Arena is no place for you."

As soon as the Berserk Team captain said this, the members behind him laughed and chimed in.

"Exactly, exactly. If we accidentally hurt you, we don't have the money to pay for your medical bills."

Facing these taunts, Dai Mubai was the first to step forward and express his defiance.

He swept his gaze toward the Berserk Team opposite him and sneered:

"Oh, is that so?"

"Don't tell me you're afraid and feeling guilty? These low-class tactics won't work on us."

"Boss Dai is mighty, Boss Dai is absolutely awesome..."

With Dai Mubai taking the lead, Oscar and Ma Hongjun were not to be outdone, cheering him on from behind.

Then, they even retorted.

"Look at your hulking appearance, trying to play mind games like others. I think you're just ugly and trying to be fancy."

"Eat sh*t, you..."

The two traded barbs, launching into trash talk before the match, which directly broke the Berserk Team captain's composure.

He glared at the two of them with bloodshot eyes, furious beyond measure:

"Enough! I'm going to rip your vocal cords out."

Seeing that the situation was turning sour, Oscar and the other quickly hid behind Dai Mubai.

"Boss Dai, help!"

But at this critical moment, the referee's voice rang out, inviting both teams to the stage.

The Berserk Team captain stopped in his tracks, glared viciously at the two hiding behind Dai Mubai, and threatened:

"Consider yourselves lucky. Watch your mouths, or you might get torn to pieces. We'll see each other in the arena..."

"Bring it on, who's afraid of who?"

Seeing the opponent leave, Oscar didn't forget to make a face in the direction he had gone.

It was just trash talk; who didn't know how to do that?

"I never expected Oscar to be so capable when it comes to provoking emotions."

Tang Wu crossed his arms and couldn't help but sigh.

With just a few words, he had enraged the opponent, nearly causing them to lose their reason and start fighting before the match even began.

"Stupid. Utterly foolish behavior."

In the private box, Gangzi had seen the conflict between the Shrek team and the Berserk Team clearly.

He criticized Oscar's method of provoking the Berserk Team without mercy.

Facing an enemy's provocation, doing this not only had no benefits but would instead cause the opponent to go all out in the upcoming match.

The best approach was to act as if one didn't know about the provocation.

To not strike back when hit or talk back when cursed—that was the way of a smart person.

"Xiaogang, it's normal for young people to have a temper."

"If they weren't young and hot-blooded, would they even be called young?"

Flender, however, held the opposite opinion to Gangzi.

When he was young, he also had a reckless personality, and he could understand the actions of Dai Mubai and the others.

Gangzi was choked by Flender's words, knowing he was right.

But who was our Great Master?

He was someone who could turn white into black and black into white; he was just a stubborn old goat.

"So what?"

"Even if they did the right thing here, that doesn't mean they weren't wrong."

Is this actually an inequality?

Quietly, he had cultivated a T0 playstyle!!!

Haji-Gang, you guy!

Inside the Spirit Fighting Arena.

Both teams had arrived, standing on opposite sides and gazing at each other from afar.

In the spectator stands, the crowd reacted with great fervor as the seven members of the Berserk Team took the stage.

These were the people who had bet on the Berserk Team to win.

"Go! Crush them!"

"Charge! Break their bones! Don't let the fight stop!"

"Berserk Team will win! Berserk Team will win! Berserk Team will win..."

The cheers of the audience converged into a tidal wave, rising higher with each passing moment. In contrast, the support for Shrek was sparse.

The captain of the Berserk Team spread his arms, thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere:

"Don't worry, I'll break your legs!"

The moment the referee announced the start, the match officially began.

The Berserk Team employed a strategy of savage charging—the most direct collision of flesh against flesh.

Furthermore, most of their martial souls were of the thick-skinned and sturdy variety.

Especially the captain; once his Rhino martial soul possessed him, his charge was like an out-of-control Dayun truck.

He smashed his elbows wildly into everything in his path!

Man!

Facing this scene, Tang Wu remained completely calm, brimming with confidence.

"Everyone, follow the plan we discussed."

"Understood." ×6

Hearing this, the group responded in unison with loud voices.

Blue Silver Grass spread rapidly from beneath Tang Wu's feet, quickly growing to the height of a person.

The Blue Silver Grass completely shrouded the figures of the other six members as well.

Rumble—

The ground trembled, emitting dull thuds as if an army of thousands was moving in perfect unison.

"You think mere Blue Silver Grass can confuse me? Such petty tricks, daring to show off before me? Watch me smash them all to pieces."

Looking at the vast expanse of Blue Silver Grass ahead, the Berserk Team captain did not slow down, his face showing disdain.

However...

When he broke through with unstoppable force, shattering all the Blue Silver Grass in his path and charging into the center, he couldn't find the figures of Tang Wu and the others anywhere.

The seven members of the Shrek team had vanished from the Spirit Fighting Arena as if they were ghosts.

"Where are they? They were just right there, where did they go?"

"I don't know?!!"

The Berserk Team captain and his members looked at the empty arena with bewildered expressions.

However, what they didn't know was...

About five meters underground, a vast tunnel space had formed at some unknown point in time.

Strangling Banyan vines were distributed across the walls, firmly stabilizing this space.

"Who would have thought we could excavate such a large space beneath the arena in such a short time?"

"The enemy is in the light, we are in the dark; we can launch an attack at any time. When it comes to playing dirty, you're still the best, Brother Wu..."

Oscar gave a thumbs up and laughed quite uncharitably.

Dai Mubai rubbed his hands together and said with a wicked grin:

"Now, only we can hit them; they have no way to hit us back."

Everyone looked at each other, seeing the malicious smiles on each other's faces.

Tang Wu was able to quickly construct this space by relying on the aerial root characteristics of the Strangling Banyan, which burrowed into the ground and then rapidly expanded and stabilized.

By the same method, they could also send people back up.

At a depth of five or six meters, unless one possessed high-penetration spirit skills, it was impossible to strike at this distance.