Gu Yue's Disdain, Self-Fusion Skill

"Second Soul Skill, Sun True Fire!"

Shen Nanxun released his second soul skill without a moment's hesitation. As his sword descended, the Sun True Fire struck down with it!

The scorching holy flames, condensed from the Angel God's power, acted as a near-natural nemesis to all agility-type martial souls. Once touched, the defense of such soul masters stood no chance of resisting.

He tried his best to dodge to the left, but the range of the Sun True Fire was simply too vast; the golden flames poured down like a waterfall. He was swallowed whole by the fire, and the phantom of his Wind-Chasing Falcon shattered inch by inch within the blaze. He didn't even have time to scream. A figure suddenly darted out from the referee's stand, snatching Zhou Min from the arena before he could be completely eliminated.

A one-shot kill. One hundred thousand spectators in the stands held their breath in unison. Lan Wei's voice cracked beyond recognition, and the entire stadium was stunned by this earth-shattering strike.

Two against seven!

The first to be eliminated was actually a contestant from Shrek Academy.

Although Shen Nanxun was powerful, Zhou Min's biggest mistake in this exchange was being too reckless. An agility-type battle soul master should never engage in a head-on collision; the safest approach was to strike from the flanks while the opponent was occupied by other battle soul masters on the team.

However, as students of Shrek Academy, they were far too arrogant, daring to charge head-on. They hadn't expected Shen Nanxun to be capable of flight, nor that he would greet him with a blast of Sun True Fire.

Just then, a piercing sword light struck silently from the flank. Ye Xinglan had made her move. She chose the moment Shen Nanxun finished his strike and had yet to fully recover his guard, her Star God Sword tracing a perfect arc through the air.

Shen Nanxun turned his blade to parry. The Angel Holy Sword and the Star God Sword collided mid-air with a roar, sending a ring of golden and star-blue soul power shockwaves exploding outward. Both were forced back half a step, yet both stabilized their footing instantly, their gazes locking at a distance so close they could see their own reflections in each other's pupils.

"It really is you." There was no hostility in Ye Xinglan's voice, only a fanatical fighting spirit.

"And you are?"

Shen Nanxun feigned confusion.

Yet, it was this very attitude that irritated Ye Xinglan; her heroic face, with its sharp brows and starry eyes, flushed with a mix of shame and anger.

What did this mean?

It meant that she had spent half a year treating him as a potential rival, only for him to not care about her at all—not even having an impression of her.

This was harder for her to accept than losing to him in swordsmanship. She gripped the Star God Sword tightly, took a deep breath to suppress her surging emotions, and tightened her hold on the hilt. When she looked up again, only a fiercely burning, pure fighting spirit remained in her eyes.

"Shrek Academy, Ye Xinglan. Remember it well."

The Star God Sword thrust out once more. Her sword momentum was even more ferocious than before, each strike carrying a piercing, star-blue sword glow.

Shen Nanxun said nothing more. Golden holy flames ignited on the Angel Holy Sword as he caught her attacks, one by one. The two sword lights wove into a web of gold and blue across the arena, each collision sparking with blinding fire.

Yet, Ye Xinglan could feel the recoil from the hilt growing heavier; every one of his strikes was more powerful than the last.

It wasn't that Shen Nanxun was intentionally adding force, but rather that after the Dragon Prince bloodline awakened within him, his strength, speed, and soul power were all increasing in every aspect at an unreasonable rate.

Ye Xinglan's swordsmanship might not have been inferior to his, but combat was not merely a contest of sword techniques.

If this continued for a few more moves, it was highly likely that Ye Xinglan would reveal a flaw and be easily defeated. Naturally, the rest of the Shrek team in the rear noticed this as well.

Mo Li's Star Dream Zither transformed into a streak of dark purple light as it swept over, while Nan Muchen's Nether Sparrow dove down from the left.

Shen Nanxun's left hand, the Nine-Colored Dragon Claw, balled into a fist and struck out, colliding head-on with the Nether Sparrow. Dark gold and dark purple soul powers, vastly different in nature, exploded in mid-air, creating a blinding shockwave.

The sword edge in his right hand swept horizontally, forcing back Ye Xinglan's thrust. The golden sword qi and the star-blue sword glow held each other in a stalemate for a few seconds before both shattered.

At the same time, Mo Li's mental amplification had silently descended like an invisible web of zither music. But Shen Nanxun didn't even turn his head; his golden light wings snapped open, and a pure, righteous divine aura radiated from their edges. The moment the web of music touched the wings, it shattered into pieces.

Possessing a god-level Soul Spirit, Shen Nanxun was far ahead in mental power and had no fear of mental attacks, especially those from soul masters of the same rank.

"First Soul Skill, Nether Vermilion Bird Flame!"

Behind Nan Muchen, the Nether Sparrow martial soul spread its wings, spraying purple flames that carried a degree of corrosiveness.

Shen Nanxun's left hand had not yet reverted from its dragon-like state. The Nine-Colored Dragon Claw reached out, fingers slightly splayed, grabbing directly at the mass of dark purple corrosive fire.

Nan Muchen's pupils constricted. Was he insane? The corrosiveness of the Nether Vermilion Bird Flame could eat through the protective soul power of a Soul Ancestor, yet he was grabbing it with his bare hand.

But the next instant, the moment the Nine-Colored Dragon Claw made contact with the Nether Vermilion Bird Flame, the dark purple fire began to tremble violently as if it had encountered a natural predator. Nine-colored light patterns flowed across the surface of the dragon claw, and the moment the Nether energy within the flames touched the nine-colored light, it was decomposed into the most primitive soul power particles, leaving not even a trace of corrosiveness behind.

Shen Nanxun closed his fingers, and the mass of dark purple fire was crushed out of existence in his palm, with only a few wisps of blue smoke drifting from between his fingers.

Nan Muchen's face turned deathly pale; his first soul skill hadn't even been able to scratch the opponent's skin.

How were they supposed to fight this?

"Retreat!" Ye Xinglan shouted sharply. She saw that Nan Muchen's fighting spirit had collapsed; continuing to fight would only lead to unnecessary elimination. But Shen Nanxun did not pursue Nan Muchen. He flapped his light wings, his figure tracing a golden arc in mid-air, the Angel Holy Sword aimed directly at Ye Xinglan.

She wanted him to remember her name, so he would let her remember this strike.

Ye Xinglan's pupils constricted as she hurriedly raised her sword to block, but the moment the two blades touched, she felt a terrifying force conduct from the sword into the web of her hand, causing her entire arm to go violently numb.

She was forced to one knee by this power, and even the ground beneath her feet began to crack.

While Shen Nanxun was suppressing three people at once, the situation on Gu Yue's side was much the same. Her elemental storm never ceased. Yu Ze was like a beast trapped in a tempest before her; the lightning of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon darted and lunged through the torrent of four elements. Every swing of his dragon claw was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the collision of lightning and fire exploded into a sky full of light and rain.

He wanted to break through head-on, to tear a gap in the elemental storm with absolute force. But Gu Yue gave him no such opportunity—wind blades sealed his left flank, ice spikes pierced his right, fireballs blocked his front, and earth walls cut off his retreat.

Ning Yu's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda continued to pour buffs into Yu Ze, keeping his speed and lightning intensity from being completely suppressed. Xu Lizhi frantically stuffed buns into Yu Ze's mouth, trading them for the stamina and soul power needed to maintain such high-intensity combat.

Only with this dual support was Yu Ze barely able to resist Gu Yue's elemental storm.

"Does this guy have an endless supply of soul power?"

The longer they fought, the more alarmed Yu Ze became. Logically, such a high-intensity elemental combination should consume a massive amount of soul power and mental energy. Yet, even so, Gu Yue was able to suppress him—a man supported by two full-time assistants—all on her own.

Moreover, the soul power of Xu Lizhi and Ning Yu behind him was dropping rapidly. Once the soul power compensation ran out, they could not possibly be a match for Gu Yue, who was currently fighting at full throttle.

On the other side, Shen Nanxun was even more outrageous, suppressing three people single-handedly while moving with effortless ease.

If things continued this way, their Shrek Academy would surely be defeated!

They had to break the deadlock!

On the other side of the arena, Nan Muchen and Mo Li exchanged a glance. The Nether Sparrow martial soul had already dimmed, and the Star Dream Zither had just broken free from the suppression of Shen Nanxun's holy wings, but Mo Li's amplification was still active; she had not yet given up.

She naturally noticed the situation on the field. She saw Ye Xinglan forced to one knee by a single strike from Shen Nanxun's sword, their captain still struggling within the elemental storm, and even the girl named Gu Yue had yet to reveal her true trump card.

They could not wait any longer. If they waited, they would be picked off one by one. They had to gamble on that move to find an opening.

The two raised their hands simultaneously and clasped them together.

Mo Li's Star Dream Zither spun rapidly in her palm, the star patterns on the zither lighting up in sequence, while Nan Muchen's Nether Sparrow martial soul let out a clear, sharp cry.

A dark purple radiance erupted from both of them at once. The sound of the zither and the cry of the sparrow intertwined in mid-air, the mental amplification of the Star Dream Zither and the nether energy of the Nether Sparrow merging frantically to form a massive, dark purple vortex centered on the two of them.

The space at the edge of the vortex rippled slightly, and within it, the faint phantom of a Nether Sparrow could be seen circling. The phantom was several times larger than when Nan Muchen summoned it alone, its body wreathed in dark purple nether flames and star-blue mental light patterns, its eyes glowing with a soul-piercing, eerie light.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Nether Star Realm!"

One hundred thousand people in the stands gasped in unison. A Martial Soul Fusion Skill—and a Shrek Academy one at that—was spectacular enough.

In the VIP viewing room.

Shen Yi, watching the match, frowned slightly. Even she had not expected that just two people could push the seven-member team to such an extent.

And they were even resorting to a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

The fusion skill of these two was extremely powerful, but the more powerful a fusion skill, the greater its side effects. A normal Martial Soul Fusion Skill could be used perfectly at level thirty or forty with almost no side effects. However, this pair's skill required at least the level fifty Soul King stage to be executed perfectly.

What they were using now was an incomplete version, and the side effects were severe.

If they hadn't been pushed to this point, they likely wouldn't have dared to trigger it.

Gu Yue's elemental storm suddenly subsided at this moment. She turned without hesitation and darted toward Shen Nanxun, the four elements trailing behind her like four colorful streaks of light. She landed beside him, breathing slightly, her dark eyes fixed on him as she said something that nearly made Shen Nanxun lose his grip on the Angel Holy Sword.

"We should have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, too."

Shen Nanxun was stunned. A Martial Soul Fusion Skill wasn't something any two soul masters could just trigger; it required a high degree of compatibility between martial souls, perfect resonance of soul power, and most importantly, absolute, unreserved trust in one another.

How long had he and Gu Yue known each other? They had fought one match and stood side-by-side in another, and now she was saying they had a fusion skill?

Gu Yue offered no explanation; she simply reached out and took his hand. A stream of extremely pure and thick soul power surged from her palm into his body—it was the soul power of the Silver Dragon King's half-body, gentle yet vast, attempting to resonate with his bloodline.

Shen Nanxun did not resist, though his expression was strange. In mid-air, the Nether Sparrow phantom had already dived down, its dark purple nether flames and star-blue mental patterns weaving into an all-encompassing web of death, drawing closer and closer.

The soul power Gu Yue injected began to vibrate violently, the Silver Dragon King bloodline tentatively making contact within Shen Nanxun's meridians.

But finally, with a muffled thud, Gu Yue's hand was repelled.

It was an incredibly obvious sense of rejection. Gu Yue looked down at her own palm, then back up at Shen Nanxun, a look of astonishment appearing in her eyes.

To put it nicely, the fusion had failed; to put it bluntly, she had been rejected.

Shen Nanxun pulled the stunned Gu Yue behind him and stepped forward.

"No time to hesitate!"

Gu Yue, suddenly dragged behind him, looked up at the boy in front of her. She saw two types of power suddenly emerge from his body.

One half was brilliant gold, the other a magnificent nine-colored radiance!

"Self-Soul Spirit Fusion Skill, Angel Dragon King Break!" Shen Nanxun let out a soft shout, and the aura around his entire body suddenly began to surge violently.

The bloodline of the Six-Winged Angel and the bloodline of the Dragon Prince were not on the same level. However, the advantage was that these two forces within him were not two separate entities; they were both parts of him.

Therefore, he could barely manage to trigger a fusion skill.

It was just that a small portion of the Dragon Prince bloodline was cooperating with a massive amount of Six-Winged Angel power, making this a fusion skill dominated by the Six-Winged Angel.

The Angel Holy Sword gathered once more in his hand, and the distinct attributes began to resonate under the drive of a single heart. The golden wings behind him slowly changed color, shifting from pure angel gold to the nine-colored hue of the Dragon God. With all six wings spread, one side was the holy, majestic angel gold, and the other was the deep, ancient Dragon God color.

He swung his sword violently toward the approaching Nether Star Realm!

Angel Dragon King Break.

A torrent of nine-colored and golden light erupted from him, surging into the sky to meet the sky-blocking Nether Sparrow phantom head-on. The moment the nether energy, the holy power, and the nine-colored light collided, they exploded simultaneously. Layer upon layer of circular shockwaves rippled outward, each wave more violent than the last.

But then, a dragon's roar that echoed throughout the entire arena exploded. The Nether Sparrow let out a clear, mournful cry as its phantom developed dense cracks. Nine-colored light burst from those fissures, and the entire Nether Sparrow shattered in mid-air into a sky full of light, turning into a torrential rain of light that fell scattered across the arena.

Nan Muchen and Mo Li were both sent flying by the force, crashing into the protective barrier at the edge of the arena, and both coughed up blood simultaneously. Forcing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill had already damaged their foundations, and having it forcibly broken caused them to lose consciousness immediately.

The lingering power of the Angel Dragon King Break swept everyone else, including Yu Chen, off their feet. Only Ye Xinglan, with her long sword plunged into the ground, remained on one knee, having avoided being swept off the stage.

But at this moment, she looked utterly disheveled, her consciousness hazy, the very thing she believed in seemingly shattering at this instant!

The entire arena fell silent.

The ten-thousand-year Shrek Academy had lost, and they had lost in a two-versus-seven situation.

Only when the smoke cleared did the crowd see the boy in the center of the field, holding his golden sword, his arrogant gaze sweeping across the arena.

The moment they saw him, the cheers of the entire crowd erupted like a tsunami!

At first, Shrek's defeat had simply surpassed their understanding, leaving them stunned. But after a brief moment of stagnation, the cheering began.

Yes, their Tianhai Alliance had won!

Regardless of whether this boy was truly from the Tianhai Soul Master Academy, he represented them, and he represented the face of the Tianhai Alliance!

In the VIP viewing room, Shen Yi slowly stood up. Her fingers pressed lightly against the floor-to-ceiling glass. The lead teacher of the Shrek Academy team was not as disappointed or angry as one might expect.

Instead, she looked excited.

After a long while, a few words escaped her lips: "This child belongs in Shrek!"