Ferocious God Team Defeated, Lin Chuan Earns 100,000 Gold Soul Coins

Flender nervously rubbed his hands together, his gaze fixed tightly on Lin Chuan on the stage.

If Lin Chuan made a move...

But to his surprise, Lin Chuan was still standing at the very back of the team.

His hands were in his pockets, and he had not even summoned his Martial Soul. He looked utterly calm.

On the stage, Dai Mubai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing even fiercer.

He took the Recovery Sausage Oscar handed him and swallowed it in one bite.

The pallor on his face quickly faded.

"You want to kill me? Dream on!"

Meng Li approached with a savage grin.

"You can still stand? Then I'll tear you in half! Brothers, surround them!"

The Ferocious God Team closed in again. This time, they blocked every escape route.

Just as the audience thought the Shrek Seven Devils were about to be wiped out.

And Yu Xiaogang was preparing to mock them again.

Lin Chuan finally moved his lips.

"Take off."

"You think you can run? No way!"

Meng Li thought they were trying to flee and charged forward faster.

However, in the next moment.

A scene that nearly made his eyes pop out unfolded.

A pink sausage appeared in the hands of every member of the Shrek Seven Devils.

They swallowed them in one bite, and a pair of transparent wings instantly sprouted from their backs.

Whoosh—

All seven of them flew neatly into the air!

Meng Li froze halfway through his charge.

He raised his head and stared at the seven people hovering overhead, his mind buzzing.

They were assault-type Spirit Masters.

But they could not fly!

"Isn't this cheating?!"

"What kind of Soul Elder team can all fly? This makes no sense!"

The audience erupted, with people shouting protests.

The host wiped away his sweat and loudly announced:

"That is a food-type Spirit Master's soul skill, not an illegal item. The match will continue!"

The entire arena instantly fell silent.

A food-type soul skill?

A food-type soul skill that let people fly?

That was even more outrageous than cheating!

At that moment, only Lin Chuan remained standing on the empty Soul Fighting Arena platform.

Meng Li looked up at the seven people in the sky, far beyond his reach.

Then he looked down at the only live target in front of him.

He grinned viciously.

"Kid, they flew off and left you here as a snack, huh? They're pretty loyal."

Lin Chuan looked at the burly men closing in around him, sighed, and wagged a finger.

"Tsk. Who said I can't fly?"

Cyan light burst from behind him as an incomparably magnificent pair of Cyan Wind Wings unfurled.

Lin Chuan's feet left the ground, and he floated lightly into the air.

He looked down at Meng Li from above.

Meng Li was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell kind of team was this?

An entire squad that could fly?

The battle that followed was practically a one-sided beatdown.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass rained down from the air, covering the ground below like a massive net.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun freely picked their angles in the air and launched attack after attack.

Though the Ferocious God Team had higher Soul Power, they could only passively take hits on the ground, so frustrated they wanted to vomit blood.

Before long, three more team members were blasted off the platform.

Meng Li went mad with rage and let out a furious roar.

He unleashed his strongest third soul skill, his entire body swelling into that of a true giant bear.

His Soul Power surged as he actually tried to leap up and grab Dai Mubai in the air.

"Good!"

Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot from battle. When he saw Meng Li leap up.

Not only did he not dodge, he folded his wings and dove downward with the force of gravity, intending to prove himself through a head-on clash.

"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

"Die!"

Meng Li was in a berserk state now, and his strength had increased by far more than double.

Bang!

With a dull impact, Dai Mubai was sent flying.

He flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

"Idiot." Lin Chuan's voice rang out from the air.

With a flick of his wrist, he made no unnecessary movements and simply waved lightly.

Whoosh!

A visible cyan gale suddenly erupted from nowhere.

It instantly transformed into a massive wind vortex.

It struck Meng Li with perfect precision.

The giant bear body, weighing a thousand jin in its berserk state.

Was as light as a fallen leaf before that wind.

Without any ability to resist, he was swept into the air, then slammed heavily outside the platform.

Boom!

Meng Li crashed onto the ground, rolled his eyes back, and fainted.

The entire arena fell deathly silent.

One move.

Another casual move had directly blown away a level thirty-nine assault-type Soul Elder in a berserk state.

The remaining members of the Ferocious God Team had long since lost their will to fight and were easily cleared from the arena by Tang San and the others.

"Rigged match! It's absolutely rigged!!"

"Give us our money back! My money!"

Heart-wrenching wails rose from the audience.

The gamblers who had placed heavy bets cried out in misery.

But Flender was already grinning from ear to ear, hugging a bag full of Gold Soul Coins, his smile nearly reaching his ears.

Lin Chuan smiled faintly as well. He had made a killing this round.

Only Yu Xiaogang looked as sick as if he had eaten a fly.

He stared fixedly at Lin Chuan on the stage, his heart filled with resentment and jealousy.

Why?

Why did this kid look so lazy, barely seeming to cultivate at all, yet his strength grew so quickly?

This was unfair! Was this the gap in talent?

If I had such talent, if I had Twin Martial Souls!

I would have long since stood at the pinnacle of the continent!

He looked at Lin Chuan's carefree expression.

All he felt was that it was the greatest mockery of someone as hardworking as himself.

After the match ended, Dai Mubai walked dejectedly over to Lin Chuan.

"Teacher Lin, I..."

"After we return, spend an extra day training in Teacher Zhao's gravity field."

Lin Chuan said calmly:

"If I hadn't stepped in just now, you'd be lying in the dirt by now."

"Your courage is commendable, but your brain doesn't work."

Dai Mubai lowered his head in shame. "Yes."

He no longer had any temper left toward Lin Chuan. He was completely convinced.

On the way back to the academy.

Flender had already taken the money and happily gone to purchase Thousand-Year Whale Glue for Lin Chuan.

It was a task Lin Chuan had assigned him, saying it would be used to improve the Little Monsters' physical condition.

After all, half of the Gold Soul Coins won by the Shrek Seven Devils.

Had been handed over to the academy.

Flender had originally wanted to use it for the academy's operating expenses.

But after Lin Chuan persuaded him, he decided to invest it in materials that could improve their immediate combat strength.

In Lin Chuan's view, there was nothing worth investing in at that godforsaken place called Shrek Academy.

This time, Lin Chuan had bet a total of 10,000 Gold Soul Coins and brought back a full 100,000 Gold Soul Coins.

He had nearly made the Soul Fighting Arena's manager come out with men to kill him.

Fortunately, they had also won quite a bit this time.

After all, most people had bet on the Ferocious God Team. Otherwise, they would have lost even their underwear.

Lin Chuan led the others back first.

By the time they returned, it was already evening.

As they passed through a secluded patch of woods.

Lin Chuan suddenly stopped.

"Come out. You've followed us all the way. Aren't you tired?"

From the shadows of the woods, seven or eight figures slowly emerged.

They were the Ferocious God Team, who had just suffered a crushing defeat.

Meng Li had already awakened. His face was filled with venom and savagery, and he held a Ghost Head Broadsword in his hand.

"Kid, you're pretty alert."

Meng Li spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Back on that stage, if it hadn't been for those damned Flying Sausages, I would've torn you all apart long ago!"

"This time, let's see where you can fly to!"