Spirit Fusion Skill

"Alright, alright, they are just trying to provoke you, don't fall for it. Once the match starts, just give them a good thrashing!"

Ma Xiaotao nodded, glared fiercely at their opponents, and turned her head away.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The referee on the side raised a hand to signal for both teams to enter the arena.

Yue Ling and his two teammates stepped onto the platform. Ma Xiaotao walked in the lead, while Yue Ling and Gongyang Mo stood on either side, their postures upright.

The three opponents stepped forward simultaneously. The sinister man in the hood stood in the center, with the young girl and another boy flanking him, their presence cold and oppressive.

The referee called both teams before him and spoke in a deep voice: "This is the final, the rules have been adjusted temporarily, listen carefully."

"You may move freely throughout the arena, but those with flight-type spirits must not exceed a height of ten meters from the ground."

"This battle allows for full-force attacks, no need to hold back, I will control the situation on the field. Anyone I rescue from the arena will be judged as having lost immediately. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" both teams replied in unison.

Yue Ling appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was tightly coiled, and he felt waves of mental exhaustion.

He gritted his teeth in secret, constantly warning himself.

This was the final match.

No matter how difficult, he had to hold on; he absolutely could not let his own state ruin the efforts of all three of them.

Gongyang Mo was sensitive and turned his head to look at him with some concern.

Seeing that his expression was plain and there was nothing wrong, he turned his gaze back, focusing on preparing for the battle.

The hooded man across from them stared fixedly at Yue Ling.

No matter how well he hid it, that strange mental exhaustion was still precisely captured by him.

A sinister smile curled the corner of his mouth.

He thought to himself: I'll start with you!

After both teams finished announcing their names, the referee extended his arms horizontally.

"Retreat to the edges of the field, no one is allowed to attack until I call for the start."

Everyone retreated one after another.

The arena was massive, and the people on both sides were far apart, looking exceptionally small to one another.

Yue Ling's gaze remained locked on the young girl, a faint sense of unease rising in his heart.

The hooded man's eyes were sharp, revealing undisguised cruelty.

The next second, the referee's right hand dropped sharply!

"The match begins!"

As the words fell, both sides took action simultaneously. Yue Ling was the first to activate his spirit, deploying his first spirit skill, Heavenly Chrysanthemum Body Protection, and stepping in front of Gongyang Mo to shield the support in the back row.

"Third spirit skill, Yellow Speed! First spirit skill, Crimson Power!"

Gongyang Mo's two support halos lit up at the same time, the flowing light quickly pouring into the bodies of Yue Ling and Ma Xiaotao, boosting their combat power in every aspect.

Ma Xiaotao curled her lips and immediately activated her Evil Fire Phoenix spirit.

Crimson flames instantly covered her entire body, her hair was dyed with a brilliant red luster, and her eyes turned completely red.

The massive phantom of the Evil Fire Phoenix behind her spread its wings, and a scorching pressure instantly filled the entire arena.

"Second spirit skill, Bath of Fire Phoenix!"

"First spirit skill, Phoenix Fireline!"

A phoenix cry exploded!

This was the tactic they had researched.

They would not give the opponents a chance to resist; they would use their full strength at the start to take them down!

Under the double amplification, the power of the flames surged, and the fierce fire slammed violently toward the three incoming enemies.

The Power Attack Type Spirit Master on the opposite side saw his expression change drastically; he immediately raised a defensive shield, gritting his teeth to withstand the impact of the flames.

The flames bombarded the shield continuously. He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling: "Hurry! I can't hold on much longer!"

The hooded man stared fixedly ahead, his eyes filled with the obsession of certain victory, and he whispered to the girl: "Do it!"

"We won't let you win so easily!"

Yue Ling's pupils shrank. Seeing the two of them quickly huddle together, a strong sense of crisis instantly rose in his heart.

"Not good! Xiaotao, attack the hooded man with everything you have! Interrupt them!"

Ma Xiaotao did not hesitate, her spirit power erupting to its limit, and the power of the flames surged once more.

The enemy's Power Attack Type Spirit Master could no longer withstand the terrifying fire and was burned miserably by Ma Xiaotao's unrestrained attack.

"Ha... ha, it's done, hahaha!" The Power Attack Type Spirit Master was saved by the proctor, his life spared.

Although he had lost, he had managed to buy enough time to release their spirit skill.

Yue Ling did not dare to drag things out and immediately attacked with all his might.

"Third spirit skill, Golden Stamen Piercing Ray Strike!"

The crystal did not need to charge and condensed instantly. It flew out at extreme speed, piercing through the sea of fire and heading straight for the hooded man!

It hit!

Yue Ling's mind focused, his pupils dilated, and he prepared to detonate the spirit skill to end the battle immediately.

But at this very moment, two cold, low voices rang out simultaneously.

"Spirit Fusion Skill—Nightmare Cage!"

"Oh no!" Yue Ling roared, "Third spirit skill, explode!"

With a loud boom!

A violent explosion wrapped in flower blades erupted!

The hooded man took the brunt of the damage and luckily survived.

He was rescued from the field by the proctors.

The young girl was only grazed by the aftermath; she stumbled to steady herself, but the spirit fusion skill had ultimately been successfully released.

Centered on the two of them, pitch-black mist surged and spread crazily, covering the entire arena in the blink of an eye, dim and oppressive to the extreme.

"Third spirit skill, Phoenix Wings Soaring to the Heavens!"

In the critical moment, Ma Xiaotao flapped her wings and rose into the air, keeping her altitude at nine meters, not daring to break the rules.

But the black mist below spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to completely shroud the entire airspace.

The situation was extremely critical!

He knew it! Ma Xiaotao's own evil fire was unstable and her mind was fragile, and Gongyang Mo was a pure support with extremely poor mental resistance.

Once dragged into the illusion by the black mist, both of them would instantly suffer a mental breakdown...

There was no time to hesitate!

Yue Ling's face turned pale, and he immediately shouted: "Xiaotao, Gongyang Mo! Hurry up and concede! You can't withstand an attack of this magnitude!"

"Okay!"

Gongyang Mo's heart tightened; he did not hesitate at all and immediately conceded, exiting the arena.

He stood off the stage, staring intently at the field, his eyes filled with worry.

Ma Xiaotao hovered in mid-air, looking at the rapidly spreading black mist, her heart instinctively not wanting to leave.

She wanted to stay and help Yue Ling, to shoulder this move alongside him.

But when her gaze met Yue Ling's eyes—eyes that brooked no argument and were incredibly determined—she understood instantly.

Staying here would only be a burden to Yue Ling.

Gritting her teeth, she suppressed the unwillingness and worry in her heart, decisively landed, conceded, and left the field.

Of the three-person team, only Yue Ling remained on the arena.

The hearts of everyone outside the arena instantly hung in the air.

Ma Xiaotao and Gongyang Mo stood off the stage, able only to clench their fists, pinning all their hopes on Yue Ling.

They could only trust him and bet that he could withstand this deadly nightmare illusion on his own.

On the high platform, Elder Xuan, who had been eating, suddenly paused, his expression grave.

"Good lad, he actually had a trick up his sleeve—a spirit fusion skill, is it." Elder Xuan paused, "I just don't know if this brat can withstand this mental illusion."

"Was my perception wrong just now?"

Yan Shaozhe stared intently at the arena, his expression serious and his brows locked.

At this moment, on the arena, the black mist completely shrouded the surroundings, blocking out the sky and the sun.

On the entire field, only Yue Ling remained.

He closed his eyes and expanded his spirit domain.

A faint scent of chrysanthemum lingered at the tip of his nose; he tried his best to stabilize his mind, forcing himself to stay awake.

The black mist gradually permeated the entire field.

But his consciousness could not help but continue to sink, falling into the boundless illusion.