On the Preparation Area, Xie Xie watched the clash between the two figures on the Competition Platform, and couldn't help but click his tongue, his expression quite complicated.
"That boss... he's a monster."
Xu Xiaoyan, who was next to him, nodded, her blue eyes also fixed on the Competition Platform.
"With so much food, the captain is growing incredibly fast."
Xie Xie added another sentence, his tone tinged with emotion.
"Besides, the boss doesn't have the Battle Armor armor yet."
" Wu Siduo used her Battle Armor and even her self- Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but she still lost to the boss in a contest of strength."
Xu Xiaoyan fell silent upon hearing this.
Indeed, Tang Wulin didn't even wear Battle Armor. Relying solely on his Golden Dragon Claw and terrifying Bloodline Power, he forcefully suppressed Wu Siduo, who had used Battle Armor and Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Who would believe something like that?
Many people in the audience also realized this, and discussions arose one after another.
" Tang Wulin is truly a monster."
"What kind of bloodline does he possess? How could he be even stronger than the Hell White Tiger?"
"That's a self-fusion Martial Soul Fusion Skill... something that can only be achieved through generations of intermarriage between the Dai and Zhu families, and he handled it all by himself?"
As Yu Luomian sat in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's seat, he felt the terrifying aura emanating from the two figures clashing on the Competition Platform, and the sense of crisis in his heart grew stronger.
Even if I were to go up and fight Wu Siduo myself, I probably wouldn't be a match for Wu Siduo.
Yu Luomian frowned deeply. Wu Siduo was just a Five-Ring Soul King, while he was Eight-Ring Soul Douluo.
But somehow, he just had a feeling that he couldn't win.
Shrek Academy... truly a monster-level existence.
In the Spirit Hall's seats, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan sat together, but by this time, none of them had any interest left.
They looked at the two figures on the Competition Platform, their faces all quite grim.
What's the point of fighting?
Hu Liena's gaze fell on Tang Wulin, then on Wu Siduo, and the sense of despair in her heart grew stronger.
Is the gap between them really that big?
The three of them, the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall, enjoyed the best resources and education on the entire continent from a young age, but compared to the students from the Shrek Academy, they were like fireflies compared to the bright moon.
Hu Liena's large eyes had lost all their former luster.
On the Competition Platform, the battle continues.
Wu Siduo's figure left afterimages in the air, her speed was astonishing.
In her Hell White Tiger form, she was twice as fast as when she was possessed by the Hell Spirit Cat.
For opponents of similar skill level, it is quite difficult to catch her movements.
Tang Wulin pursued her several times, but Wu Siduo nimbly dodged each time.
No matter how fiercely he swung his Golden Dragon Claw claws, it was all in vain if he missed.
Seeing that he couldn't catch Wu Siduo, Tang Wulin simply stopped chasing her, then suddenly stood still and roared to the sky.
" Golden Dragon Roar!"
A deafening dragon roar suddenly erupted from the depths of his throat, the sound carrying a dense golden light, spreading outwards in all directions like a tangible sound wave.
The third golden halo beneath Tang Wulin shone brightly at this moment.
The dragon's roar was as loud as thunder, and all the Soul Master present who possessed dragon-type Martial Soul couldn't help but pause, their bloodlines instinctively trembling.
One ordinary member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, in particular, turned deathly pale and trembled violently.
He didn't have the strength of a Title Douluo like Yu Yuanzhen, nor was his bloodline as thin as Yu Xiaogang's, almost negligible. It was precisely this mediocre state that made him the most suppressed.
He felt as if he were nailed to his seat, and even breathing became difficult.
If he were to face Tang Wulin, he would likely be defeated in a single move.
On the Competition Platform, taking advantage of the lingering power of the Golden Dragon Roar, Tang Wulin suddenly extended his Golden Dragon Claw.
" Golden Dragon Four Forms, Golden Dragon Claw Probe!"
A gigantic Golden Dragon Claw claw phantom materialized in front of Tang Wulin, wielding terrifying power as it lunged towards Wu Siduo.
But Wu Siduo's reaction was equally swift. Her figure swayed slightly in the aftershock of the dragon's roar, but she quickly regained her balance and abruptly created distance, barely avoiding the direct strike of the Dragon Claw.
Tang Wulin's Dragon Claw claw missed its target, leaving a deep crack on the table.
Qian Daoliu sat on the seat of the Spirit Hall, his expression quite grave.
Tang Wulin's strength has actually reached this level.
Of course, the child named Wu Siduo was also quite strong. Using her own Martial Soul Fusion Skill, her speed and agility far surpassed those of other Soul Master of the same level.
However, compared to Tang Wulin, he is still far inferior.
Qian Daoliu's gaze swept back and forth between the two, his brows furrowing slightly.
On the Competition Platform, Wu Siduo knew in her heart that she couldn't maintain the Martial Soul Fusion Skill for much longer, as the consumption was simply too great.
Her Soul Power was decreasing at a visible rate. If this continued, and the Hell White Tiger automatically dissipated, she would have no chance for a final stand.
We must seize the right opportunity and take a gamble.
Wu Siduo's gaze sharpened slightly, and she deliberately revealed an opening while dodging.
She staggered slightly, and a small gap appeared in the defense on her right side.
Tang Wulin saw this flaw, but he also knew that an opponent of Wu Siduo's caliber shouldn't make such a basic mistake.
But so what?
He launched his attack, his Golden Dragon Claw claw, imbued with terrifying Bloodline Power, reaching straight for the opening.
His battery life is much better than Wu Siduo's, so this little bit of consumption is nothing to him.
Seeing that Tang Wulin had fallen for the trap, Wu Siduo's heart stirred slightly.
A layer of flames suddenly burst into flames on the body of the Hell White Tiger. The color of the flames was peculiar and its specific hue was unclear.
Wu Siduo's power surged dramatically in that instant.
Upon seeing this, Tang Wulin's eyes flashed with excitement, and he shouted.
"Good timing!"
An even more terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, and the fourth golden halo shone brightly.
" Golden Dragon Berserk Domain!"
Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline stirred up completely at this moment, and he instantly entered a berserk state, with his strength, defense, and speed all doubling.
His eyes gleamed with golden light, and a terrifying aura surged wildly from his body.
Qian Daoliu suddenly sat up straight, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
Tang Wulin, at such a young age, already possesses a domain skill?
This is simply too terrifying.
On the Competition Platform, the two forces finally clashed.
boom!
A terrifying shockwave suddenly erupted from the center of the two combatants, causing the entire Competition Platform to tremble violently. Several stone bricks were blown away by the shockwave, and the air was filled with dense fluctuations of Soul Power.
All eyes in the arena were fixed on the Competition Platform.
When the shockwave dissipated, the Hell White Tiger's figure had vanished, transforming into countless tiny specks of light that reassembled into Wu Siduo's true form.
She stood there, pale-faced, seemingly unable to stand, and looked up at Tang Wulin before gently shaking her head.
"I lost."
The match ended with Tang Wulin emerging victorious.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
" Tang Wulin was over level 40... actually defeated Wu Siduo, who was over level 50 and wearing Battle Armor?"
"This is outrageous!"
A murmur of discussion arose, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure on the Competition Platform, unable to look away for Jiujiu.
Meanwhile, in the Monster Academy's seats, Yu Xiaogang sat there, watching the figure on the Competition Platform, a slight smile curving his lips, as if he himself had won.