Who Is Scheming Against Whom?

Huo Yuhao's warning reached his ears.

Wang Dong's body reacted far faster than his mind.

He did not turn back to see what those Wind Blades had become, nor did he stop to think about how to break them.

Instinct drove him to snap the wings of his Radiant Goddess Butterfly shut, wrapping his entire body within them.

The jewel-blue butterfly wings overlapped, swaddling him tightly.

Watching this behavior, Gu An spat out a few words in a flat tone.

"That won't work."

If Wang Dong had used his Wing Guillotine to attack the surrounding Wind Blades, it might have been better.

After all, his first soul skill was an offensive type.

The sharpness of the Wing Guillotine was not low; if he had slashed fiercely in one direction, he might have truly carved out a path.

But he had chosen to defend instead.

A power-attack system battle soul master using his own offensive martial soul to tank someone else's attack.

Wasn't that just turning himself into a target?

It was nothing but a slow death.

Either he should have avoided being surrounded by the melody from the start, circling the perimeter to look for an opening.

Or he should have been a pure defense-type soul master with enough defensive power to tank all the Wind Blades.

Clearly, Wang Dong was neither.

As the Wind Blades struck the Radiant Goddess Butterfly's wings one after another, Wang Dong realized something was wrong.

At first, he could hold out thanks to the quality of his martial soul and the boost from the Wing Guillotine.

The problem was that the number of Wind Blades was simply too high.

One blade, two blades, ten blades, twenty blades—he couldn't hold on!

"No! I have to break out!" He gritted his teeth as he looked at his wings, which were becoming tattered.

He opened his wings slightly, intending to switch from a defensive stance to an offensive one and use the Wing Guillotine to carve a bloody path out.

But it was already too late.

Because he had played the turtle for so long, the melodic ripples had gathered densely all around him.

There were twice as many as when he had first rushed in.

Wanting to run?

What a joke.

The moment Wang Dong opened a crack in his wings, a Wind Blade slipped through the gap, grazing his cheek as it flew past.

A sharp pain flared on his face, and warm liquid seeped from the wound.

He was forced to close his wings once more.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath, his expression grim.

He realized he had done something foolish.

Once he had chosen to defend at the start, leaving was no longer that simple.

The area was filled with Wind Blades, dense and layered.

Moreover, those melodic ripples kept gathering on him, and the slowing effect was constant.

The slower he moved, the more Wind Blades gathered.

The more Wind Blades gathered, the less he dared to move.

A death loop.

Both slowed and under attack.

The powerless Huo Yuhao could only watch from the ground, pacing in a frantic circle.

But he had no ability to help.

He was too weak right now.

What should I do! What should I do!

In his anxiety, he wanted to use his soul tool immediately.

But he bit his lip, suppressing the impulse.

Using a soul tool now would only expose his trump card.

Besides, Gu An was keeping a constant eye on him; acting now wouldn't cause any substantial damage to Gu An.

He could only wait.

Wait for the moment Gu An let his guard down.

Gu An swept a glance at Huo Yuhao, who was sweating profusely with anxiety beneath the stage.

What an incompetent husband.

His wife was being toyed with at will, yet he didn't dare to make a move.

He must have gone to study abroad in the Land of the Rising Sun.

Shaking his head, Gu An looked back at Wang Dong.

"You're so weak."

His voice wasn't loud, but there was no other sound on the Soul Fighting Platform, so every word rang out with perfect clarity.

"Is it over already?"

"Is this all Shrek Academy has to offer?"

Gu An spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and tilted his head, his face etched with mockery.

Watching Gu An's demeanor, every single person from Shrek Academy beneath the stage clenched their fists.

"I want to kill him!"

"That brat is so incredibly punchable!"

"Argh! How dare he insult our Shrek Academy! He is courting death!"

Each of them wished they could rush up and beat that brat up on Wang Dong's behalf.

He was clearly so good-looking, with a face as exquisite as a painting.

Why did he have to grow a mouth?

How despicable!

Huo Yuhao finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Watching Wang Dong trapped by the Wind Blade, his wings growing dimmer by the second, Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth hard.

Wang Dong no longer had any chance of breaking free on his own.

If he didn't act now, he would lose.

He stared at Gu An, his eyes narrowing sharply.

"First Soul Skill! Mental Shock!"

A blinding light flashed in his pupils, and an invisible mental wave erupted from the center of his brow, surging straight toward Gu An.

At the same time, a purple light flashed within his eyes.

Purple Demon Eye.

The Tang Sect secret technique he had practiced tirelessly every morning, facing the first ray of purple light in the east, was unleashed without reservation at this moment.

A wave of relief surged in his heart.

It was a good thing he practiced the Purple Demon Eye every day.

Mental Shock combined with the amplification of the Purple Demon Eye—the two together would surely inflict massive damage on this guy.

However, Gu An had long been wary of this attack.

Although he wasn't clear on the specific effects of every one of Huo Yuhao's soul skills, he was well aware of the first one, Mental Shock.

"So, you finally couldn't hold back?"

He sensed the attack but felt no panic; his mental power had already reached the Spirit Connection Realm.

Before deciding to fight Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, he had already consulted Leng Yaozhu on how to utilize mental power.

Thus, from the very moment the battle began, he had condensed his mental power into a shield, blocking the exterior of his consciousness sea.

He had been waiting for Huo Yuhao.

The Mental Shock slammed into the mental shield.

Gu An felt a buzz in his brain and let out a sigh of relief.

Hmm, thankfully it's only at this level.

However, he put on an expression of extreme agony.

His brows furrowed into a knot, his eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth opened to let out a cry of pain.

"It hurts."

He clutched his head with both hands, his body arching and curling up as if he had been struck with unbearable agony.

"Ah."

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up, and he turned his head sharply to shout at Wang Dong.

"Wang Dong, now!"

"Gu An has been hit by my Purple Demon Eye and spiritual power!"

Trapped within the Wind Blades and gritting his teeth to hold on, Wang Dong felt Huo Yuhao's shout like the sweetest melody.

"Got it!"

"Watch me break his soul skill!"

Seizing the opportunity, he began to launch a counterattack against the surrounding Wind Blades!

At this moment, not only Wang Dong but the others from Shrek Academy erupted into cheers.

Could it be?

Could they actually defeat this brat?

The anticipation!

Xuanzi turned his head directly, his gaze shifting toward Leng Yaozhu in the spectator stands.

He wanted to see panic on her face, to see any sign of unease!

However.

He only saw the panic on Xiao Xiao's face.

As for Leng Yaozhu, a faint smile hung at the corners of her lips.

Her phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and her face remained devoid of any unnecessary expression.

Xuanzi was dumbfounded; he rubbed his eyes and looked again.

"Is this for real? I must be dreaming..."

His gaze returned to the Soul Fighting Platform, his pupils constricted, and he couldn't help but shout, "What is going on! Why is he perfectly fine!"

On the platform.

Gu An lowered his hands from his head, the expression of pain on his face wiped clean, replaced by a grin.

"Hey, I was hurt."

He spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, "I was faking it~"

Wang Dong was stunned.

His movements, as he desperately countered the Wind Blades, faltered for a moment.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

Then what did all his efforts just now amount to?

Did it mean he was overestimating his own abilities?

But the next moment, a cold voice came from behind Gu An.

"Faking it? Then you've fallen for it too."

During those few breaths while Gu An was clutching his head and screaming.

Huo Yuhao had seized the chance to silently circle around behind Gu An!!!