Body as Chess Piece, Unrivaled Assistance

Phainon cast his gaze back toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

On the stage, Cerydra had already walked to the center.

The moment they saw her, a wave of discussion erupted from the spectator stands.

"Just this little girl?"

"Is she really a support-type? She doesn't look like she can fight at all."

"Her opponent, Gulai, has a forty-win streak. Is she going to be taken out in seconds?"

"Amphoreus Academy is being way too bold. Do they really think winning just now makes them invincible?"

Yet, facing the skepticism, Cerydra's expression remained unchanged.

At this moment, standing opposite her was a pale, gaunt-looking man.

Gulai licked his lips, looking her up and down:

"Little sister, are you sure you want to fight me?"

Cerydra raised her eyes, not even sparing him a glance, her tone indifferent:

"Noisy. If you want to fight, then fight."

Gulai wasn't annoyed; instead, he grinned, a lecherous smile spreading across his face:

"Since you're so eager to taste defeat, then Uncle will satisfy you. Don't worry, Uncle will go easy on you."

The referee walked between the two:

"Both sides, prepare! Release your Martial Souls!"

Gulai moved first.

Two yellow and one purple soul ring rose from beneath his feet.

His body began to twist, a pair of black bat wings unfurled from his back, and sharp fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth.

Vampire Bat, possess!

A chorus of cheers erupted from the stands.

Gulai had quite a reputation; with a forty-win streak to his name, many in the audience were his long-time fans:

"Gulai! Tear her apart!"

"Show her what a forty-win streak is made of!"

Gulai grinned, turned to wave at the audience, and then looked back at Cerydra:

"Your turn, little sister."

Cerydra slowly raised her right hand, and three soul rings rose from beneath her feet.

Yellow, purple, purple.

The entire arena fell silent for a moment, because this was yet another yellow-purple-purple configuration.

The last time they had seen this was two days ago, during the match between Phainon and Tang San.

Come to think of it, wasn't this Phainon also from Amphoreus Academy?

Good heavens, could this Amphoreus Academy be the true Monster Academy?

On the stage, Gulai's smile faltered when he saw those two purple soul rings:

"Yo, this is getting interesting."

Cerydra ignored him and gave her hand a light wave.

Then, her Scales of Justice Martial Soul manifested in the air.

But the next second, the scales shattered abruptly, transforming into countless specks of light that scattered downward.

As the light hit the ground, it spread rapidly.

Blue energy patterns rippled outward from her, covering the entire Soul Fighting Arena in an instant.

The whole arena transformed into a massive chessboard, The board was crisscrossed with grid lines, shimmering with blue light.

And to everyone's shock, Cerydra's figure vanished at that very moment!

In the VIP box, Phainon stood up abruptly:

"Where did she go?"

Ye Qiong leaned back in his chair, smiling without a word.

Anaxa stared at the chessboard, a sharp glint flickering in his single eye.

He looked at Phainon and Ye Qiong, speaking in a low voice:

"Interesting... she has merged into the pieces."

Phainon turned his head to look at him:

"What do you mean?"

Anaxa pointed at the floating blue phantom chess pieces on the field:

"Her body has transformed into a part of these pieces. You could say that every piece is her avatar; she has merged into the chess set, and the entire battlefield is now within her grasp."

"Merging herself into the chess pieces?"

Phainon was quite astonished.

This Cerydra, she was this fierce too?

On the field, Gulai's smile had completely frozen.

He scanned his surroundings, yet he could not find a trace of Cerydra anywhere.

However, on that chessboard, the blue pieces were constantly shifting.

A horse-shaped phantom made of blue light strode three steps across, blocking his path.

Gulai instinctively took a step back, but immediately after, a blue castle phantom rose up behind him as well.

He was being pincered from front and back.

"What the hell..."

Gulai gritted his teeth, flapped his wings, and soared into the air, attempting to break through from above.

But the moment he took flight, another blue piece appeared, floating into mid-air and directly blocking his way.

Gulai had no choice but to land back on the ground.

He then raised his hand and unleashed a soul power blast, shattering the horse-shaped phantom in front of him with a single palm strike.

However, the shattered piece merely paused for a split second before reforming in its original spot.

Seeing this, Gulai's expression sank.

He began to attack the pieces incessantly, but for every one he destroyed, another reappeared.

The pieces did not actively harm him; they simply kept changing positions, trapping him in an increasingly smaller area.

The audience watching this had their jaws dropped.

"Holy crap, what kind of fighting style is this? The person is gone?"

"Is she really a Support-type? Why does this look like a Control-type to me?"

"A Support-type can achieve this level of suppression? Are you kidding me?"

"What kind of academy is this? Each one is more outrageous than the last!"

A moment later, Gulai was already panting heavily.

He kept swinging his claws to shatter those annoying phantom pieces.

But no matter how he fought, the pieces were endless.

His stamina was draining rapidly, yet he hadn't even touched the shadow of his opponent.

Finally, Gulai stopped his movements, stood in the center of the board, and let out a string of colorful curses.

But before he could finish his sentence, the light from every piece on the board flared up simultaneously.

Then, a clear voice echoed from above the board:

"You have lost the entire game!"

As the words fell, the entire board exploded.

A wave of blue energy surged outward from the center of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Gulai had no time to react; he was directly blown away by the energy and slammed heavily off the stage.

With that, the outcome was decided.

Seeing this, the entire arena fell silent for two seconds.

Then, a thunderous roar of applause erupted from all directions.

"Holy crap! She won!"

"That was so cool! She just blew up the whole board!"

"A Support-type blew away a powerhouse with a forty-win streak? Who would believe that?"

"Amphoreus Academy, awesome! Caesar, awesome!"

The referee was stunned for a beat before hurriedly announcing in a loud voice:

"The match is over! The winner is Amphoreus Academy, Caesar!"

As the light faded, Cerydra's figure reappeared in the center of the Soul Fighting Arena.

At this moment, there was no joy of victory on her face.

It was as if this were nothing more than a foregone conclusion.

In the VIP box, Phainon took a deep breath and sank back into his seat.

He looked toward Ye Qiong, his eyes filled with both shock and admiration:

"Teacher... what kind of monsters are these people you've brought in?"

Ye Qiong smiled but offered no reply.

Anaxa, meanwhile, watched the tunnel below, a glint of light flashing through his single eye.

"Interesting... this academy is truly unlike any other."

Shrek Academy.

Flender sat at his desk, staring at an account book, his expression growing darker by the second:

"Another loss... it's in the red again..."

He slammed the ledger shut and brought his palm down hard on the desk.

"That damn Amphoreus Academy! Stealing my students, stealing my spotlight! And they even cost me a fortune on my bets at the Fight Arena!"

"This is simply too much!"

He stood up in a huff, pacing back and forth across the room.

At this moment, he was like an ant on a hot pan.

The academy's treasury was nearly empty.

If he didn't find a new source of income soon, he and his students would be left with nothing but air to eat.

However, just then, a voice drifted in from the doorway:

"Oh? Boss Flender, what has you so troubled?"

Flender's footsteps faltered, and he snapped his head toward the door.

A lean, middle-aged man stood there.

Upon seeing him, Flender's expression shifted instantly from gloom to sheer ecstasy.

"Xiao Gang?!"