Everyone Unconscious

On the arena, the multicolored currents of energy still spun and crushed together in a frenzy, accompanied by the shrill screams of the elements.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure flickered again and again along the edge of the tide, trying to use the Hell Spirit Cat's extreme speed to break into its core and find an opening.

She became a blur, her sharp cat claws tearing through the air and leaving behind streaks of shadowy cracks.

"Nether Hundred Claws!"

Dai Mubai roared as his third Soul Ring lit up once more.

"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

Yet the beam plunged into the dense elemental currents and seemed to sink into sticky glue, its speed dropping sharply.

"Damn it!"

"Xiao San, we can't keep this up!"

Dai Mubai struggled against the pressure surging in from every direction. His voice carried through the roar of the tide and reached Tang San's ears.

"This thing is draining us dry! I'm almost out of Soul Power!"

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye ran at full force as he tried to analyze the weak points in the Elemental Tide.

Blue Silver Grass danced around him, forming layer upon layer of defense, but it could barely protect him.

He heard Dai Mubai's shout and saw Zhu Zhuqing's futile attempts. He also saw Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and the others behind them, their faces pale and their bodies teetering.

Xiao Wu gripped his arm tightly.

They couldn't wait any longer! Tang San fixed his eyes on Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, and a plan took shape in his mind in an instant.

"Boss Dai, Zhuqing!"

Tang San sent them a mental message.

"I'll use Blue Silver Grass to force you together. Seize that moment and use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill to break through it from the inside! It's our only chance!"

Dai Mubai didn't hesitate.

"Got it!" Even if there was only a sliver of hope.

Zhu Zhuqing's cool voice rang out at the same time.

"Understood."

Tang San took a deep breath. Blue Silver Grass shot from his hands.

"Go!"

Tang San's face paled. He focused all his mental power, his Purple Demon Eye fixed on the vines' trajectories as he held out both hands.

"Now!"

Purple light blazed in Tang San's eyes. The vines suddenly accelerated, wrapped precisely around Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's waists, and yanked them back!

Neither resisted. They followed the force, forcibly changing course through the chaotic tide and closing in on each other!

The berserk elemental power tore at their bodies. Their clothes ripped, fine streaks of blood appeared on their skin, and their gazes met in midair, unwavering.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

Dai Mubai's voice roared like a tiger.

"Hell White Tiger!!!"

A thunderous tiger's roar shook the entire arena! It briefly drowned out the roar of the Elemental Tide, making many spectators tremble inside and turn pale.

A giant beastly phantom, far larger than an ordinary white tiger, appeared defiantly at the tide's core. Shadow and platinum patterns covered its body, phantom wings stretched from its back, and its eyes were dark purple.

"They've even used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill... They've really been driven to this point."

In the VIP seats, Ning Fengzhi murmured in shock. The Shrek Seven Devils had been forced to use it right at the start of the battle—just how dire was their situation?

On the arena, Gu Yuena's beautiful face remained utterly calm. Her purple eyes quietly watched the Hell White Tiger phantom struggling within the Elemental Tide, trying to tear the energy apart completely.

She raised her slender fingers slightly. The elemental motes gathering in the air grew even denser; she was clearly preparing to increase her output and crush the fusion skill as well.

Just then, a well-defined hand gently settled on her wrist.

It was Yang Teng. Somehow, he had come to Gu Yuena's side. His expression was still slightly languid, but a flicker of interest gleamed deep in his eyes.

His voice was quiet. "That's enough."

Gu Yuena glanced at him, paused, and gently lowered her slender hand.

"Roar!!!"

"Nether White Tiger Break!"

At last, the Elemental Tide was broken!

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing staggered apart and dropped to one knee each, their faces as pale as paper. Their Soul Power was nearly depleted, and their bodies trembled from exhaustion.

Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and the others had their heads ringing and stars dancing before their eyes. For a while, they couldn't tell which way was east or west.

"Now!"

Fighting the dizziness brought on by the overuse of his mental power, Tang San's eyes flared purple once more.

"Purple Demon Eye!"

A condensed purple mental attack shot silently and with incredible speed toward Gu Yuena, who seemed to have paused slightly when the tide was broken!

It was a surprise strike. If he could disrupt or even injure the opposing team's controlling Soul Master...

Yet Gu Yuena's clear purple eyes merely blinked.

"Break."

No Soul Ring lit up, and there was no earth-shaking display. Tang San simply felt the mental attack unleashed by his Purple Demon Eye swallowed and obliterated in an instant.

"Pfft—!"

Tang San's chest tightened. A mouthful of blood burst from him uncontrollably, and he staggered back several steps as Xiao Wu hurried to support him.

His Purple Demon Eye had actually been countered and broken with effortless ease by the other party's purer spiritual power!

At that moment, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, who had just broken through the tide and were nearly out of Soul Power, forced out their last shred of strength and drew together again, trying to launch one final assault.

"Nether White Tiger Break!"

Faced with this feeble attack, still brimming with unyielding resolve, Yang Teng finally moved.

He didn't even take a step. He simply raised his right hand toward Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, as if casually, then closed it gently.

"Space Lock."

But in the next instant, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's half-formed attack came to an abrupt halt! They were frozen completely in place!

And it wasn't only them. Ma Hongjun and Oscar, who had just begun recovering from their dizziness and were trying to help, Xiao Wu supporting Tang San, and Ning Rongrong—all of them stiffened at the same moment!

An invisible, intangible force locked down the small patch of space where they stood! They could feel that the Soul Power within their bodies could no longer circulate!

"Third Soul Skill."

Only then did Yang Teng speak leisurely. A hazy silver glow shimmered between his raised fingers.

"Space Divine Slash."

A curved blade of light, thin as a cicada's wing and nearly transparent, yet reflecting a rainbow of colors, quietly formed at his fingertips.

"Stop! We surrender!"

An urgent, frantic roar came from the Shrek Academy's rest area.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang rushed to the edge of the arena, his face deathly pale as he waved his arms with all his might.

He could see how terrifying that strike was. It was far beyond the power a Soul Ancestor should possess. He could also see the utter calm in Yang Teng's eyes—a calm that came from having complete control over his opponent, and that might mean he would show no mercy!

The faintly mocking curve of Yang Teng's mouth deepened a little. Surrender? At a time like this? His gaze swept over the Shrek Seven Devils, frozen by Space Lock, shock and unwillingness still etched on their faces.

He grumbled silently, What, do you expect me to take back this fully formed Space Slash myself and suffer the backlash?

He wasn't noble enough for that kind of self-sacrifice.

The rainbow-hued spatial blade shot soundlessly forward. Its path through the air was smooth and made no sound, yet it gave the impression that space itself had been sliced open.

The seven members of the Shrek Seven Devils, held fast in place by Space Lock, had their pupils constrict to the limit. They could clearly see the beautiful, deadly blade closing in, but couldn't even blink, let alone dodge or defend themselves.

All they could do was take the hit!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no gruesome scene of blood and flesh flying.

The Soul Power fluctuations around Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Tang San collapsed in an instant, like balloons being punctured.

Their gazes quickly lost focus. A violent spatial shock forcibly tore their consciousness away, and their bodies crumpled limply to the ground.

The Shrek Seven Devils had all lost their ability to fight. They lay unconscious.

Silence!!!

The next moment, a shriek brimming with towering fury and the ferocity of a tigress tore through the silence!

"You little brat, I'll kill you!"

A figure shot forward like lightning, radiating a savage aura that seemed capable of scorching everything in its path. Ignoring the rules of the competition, she charged straight onto the arena, her beautiful eyes burning with rage and fixed on Yang Teng, who still wore an utterly calm expression.

It was the Horn of Slaughter, Liu Erlong!