Martial Soul Fusion Skill

"All right, all right. They're just trying to provoke you, so don't fall for it. Once the match starts, just beat them senseless!"

Ma Xiaotao nodded, shot her opponents a fierce glare, then turned away and refused to look at them again.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The referee beside them raised a hand, signaling for both teams to enter.

Yue Ling and the other two stepped onto the arena. Ma Xiaotao walked at the front, with Yue Ling and Gongyang Mo standing tall at either side.

The opposing trio stepped forward as well. The sinister hooded man stood in the middle, while the girl and the other boy stood to his left and right, their presence cold and grim.

The referee called both teams over and spoke in a low voice. "This is the final, so the rules have been temporarily adjusted. Listen carefully."

"You may move freely throughout the arena. Those with flying Martial Souls may not fly higher than ten meters above the ground."

"You may go all out in this match. There is no need to hold back; I will control the situation in the arena. Anyone I rescue from the arena will be judged defeated immediately. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" both teams answered in unison.

Yue Ling appeared calm, but inwardly, he was wound tight. Waves of mental exhaustion kept washing over him.

He secretly gritted his teeth and repeatedly warned himself.

This was the last match.

No matter how hard it got, he had to hold on. He absolutely could not ruin the efforts of all three of them because of himself.

Gongyang Mo was thoughtful and observant. Somewhat worried, he turned to glance at Yue Ling.

Seeing that his expression was calm and that he seemed fine, Gongyang Mo finally looked away and focused on preparing for battle.

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

No matter how well Yue Ling hid it, the abnormality of his mental exhaustion was still accurately caught by him.

A sinister smile curled across his lips.

I'll start with you!

After both teams reported their names in turn, the referee spread his arms flat.

"Return to the edges of the arena. Before I call the start, no one is allowed to attack."

Everyone retreated.

The arena was enormous. With the two sides so far apart, they looked especially small to one another.

Yue Ling kept his gaze locked on the girl, a faint unease rising in his heart.

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

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

"Begin!"

The moment his words fell, both sides moved at once. Yue Ling was the first to activate his Martial Soul. His first soul skill, Heavenly Chrysanthemum Body Protection, unfolded as he stepped in front of Gongyang Mo and shielded the support at the rear.

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

Two support halos lit up around Gongyang Mo at once. Streams of light swiftly poured into Yue Ling and Ma Xiaotao, enhancing their combat power in every aspect.

A smile lifted Ma Xiaotao's lips as she immediately activated her Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul.

Scarlet flames instantly covered her body. Her hair took on a brilliant red sheen, and her eyes turned completely crimson.

The enormous phantom of an Evil Fire Phoenix spread its wings behind her, its scorching pressure instantly blanketing the entire arena.

"Second soul skill, Bath of Fire Phoenix!"

"First soul skill, Phoenix Fireline!"

A phoenix cry exploded!

This was the tactic they had developed.

They would not give their opponents a chance to resist. Right from the start, they would go all out and take them down!

Under the double enhancement, Lie Yan's power surged. Ferocious flames blasted viciously toward the three charging opponents.

The enemy Power Attack Type Spirit Master's expression changed drastically. He immediately raised a defensive barrier and desperately endured the impact of the flames.

The flames bombarded the barrier without pause. He gritted his teeth and held on, his voice trembling. "Hurry! I can't hold out much longer!"

The hooded man stared straight ahead, his eyes full of obsession with victory. Turning to the girl, he barked, "Do it!"

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

Yue Ling's pupils contracted sharply. Seeing the two rapidly move together and embrace, a powerful sense of danger instantly rose in his heart.

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

Ma Xiaotao did not hesitate. Her Soul Power erupted at full force, and the flames' might surged once more.

The enemy Power Attack Type Spirit Master could no longer withstand the terrifying blaze. Ma Xiaotao's unrestrained torrent of fire burned him miserably.

"Ha... ha, it worked, hahahaha!" The Power Attack Type Spirit Master had his life saved by the proctor.

Though he had lost, he had forcibly bought them enough time to unleash their soul skill.

Yue Ling did not dare waste another second and immediately attacked with everything he had.

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

The crystal formed instantly without charging. It shot through the air at extreme speed, pierced the sea of fire, and flew straight toward the hooded man!

It hit!

Yue Ling's focus sharpened, his pupils widening as he prepared to detonate the soul skill and end the battle at once.

But at that very moment, two cold, low voices rang out abruptly.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Nightmare Cage!"

"Not good!" Yue Ling roared. "Third soul skill, explode for me!"

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted, carrying Flower Blades with it!

The hooded man endured most of the damage head-on and barely survived.

He was rescued from the arena by the proctors.

The girl was only struck by the aftermath. She staggered but managed to steady herself, and the Martial Soul Fusion Skill was ultimately released successfully.

With the two of them as its center, pitch-black mist surged and spread wildly, filling the entire arena in the blink of an eye. It was dark and oppressive to the extreme.

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

At the critical moment, Ma Xiaotao flapped her wings and rose into the air, stopping at a height of nine meters, not daring to violate the rules.

But the black mist spread incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it was about to completely engulf the entire airspace.

The situation was dire!

He knew it! Ma Xiaotao's Evil Fire was unstable to begin with, leaving her mind vulnerable, while Gongyang Mo was a pure support Spirit Master with extremely poor mental resistance.

Once they were dragged into the illusion by the black mist, their minds would instantly fall into chaos...

There was no time to hesitate!

Yue Ling's face turned pale as he immediately shouted, "Xiaotao, Gongyang Mo! Surrender and leave the arena now! You can't withstand an attack of this level!"

"Okay!"

Gongyang Mo's heart tightened. Without the slightest delay, he immediately surrendered and withdrew from the arena.

Standing beneath the platform, he stared tightly into the arena, his eyes full of worry.

Ma Xiaotao hovered in midair, watching the rapidly spreading black mist. Instinctively, she did not want to leave.

She wanted to stay and help Yue Ling. She wanted to face this attack alongside him.

But when her gaze met Yue Ling's eyes—unyielding and utterly resolute—she understood at once.

If she stayed, she would only become a burden to Yue Ling.

Gritting her teeth, she suppressed her unwillingness and worry, decisively landed, surrendered, and left the arena.

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

Everyone outside the arena felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Ma Xiaotao and Gongyang Mo stood below the platform, able only to clench their fists and place all their hopes on Yue Ling.

They could only trust him, betting that he could withstand this deadly nightmare illusion alone.

On the high platform, Xuan Zi, who had been eating, suddenly froze, his expression turning grave.

"Well, well. They actually had something hidden up their sleeves—a Martial Soul Fusion Skill." Xuan Zi paused. "The question is whether that brat can withstand this mental illusion."

"Was my perception wrong just now?"

Yan Shaozhe stared intently at the arena, his expression solemn and his brows deeply furrowed.

At this moment, black mist completely enveloped the arena, blotting out the sky and sun.

Only Yue Ling remained in the entire battleground.

He closed his eyes and unleashed his Martial Soul domain.

A faint chrysanthemum fragrance lingered around his nose. He desperately steadied his mind and forced himself to remain awake.

The black mist gradually filled the entire arena.

Yet his consciousness still continued to sink beyond his control, falling into a boundless illusion.