Star Luo Plaza, All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Duel Tournament finals.
The sky was overcast, dark clouds pressing down as though even heaven itself was building anticipation for this ultimate showdown. Hundreds of thousands of spectators held their breath, staring fixedly at the steel-reinforced arena.
On one side stood the defending champions, Shrek Academy, bearers of ten thousand years of glory. Yet the ones standing on the stage were seven absurdly young reserve team members.
On the other side stood the overlord of Soul Tool technology, Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy, sworn to shatter Shrek's myth.
"Shrek, your era is over." Ma Rulong, captain of the Sun Moon team, stood at the very front, his body covered in dense metal conduits. Behind him, the other six members swiftly spread out, and a heavy linked Soul Tool barrier rose around each of them.
[Seventh-Grade Linked Soul Tool · Absolute Defense Array] [Oversaturated Firepower Coverage System · Activated]
Ma Rulong looked coldly at Huo Yuhao across from him and sneered, "Before absolute range and caliber, your so-called martial soul techniques are nothing more than the dance of primitives."
Faced with the taunt, Huo Yuhao merely calmly adjusted the tactical headset at his ear.
He did not respond. He simply said in the encrypted channel, "Everyone, Iceborne Fortress Plan. Show them what real... patch understanding looks like."
Origin Internet Cafe, VIP viewing area.
Several heavyweight spectators had already taken their seats before the internet cafe's massive screen.
"Huh? Primitives?" Wang Qiuer crunched a potato chip, staring at Ma Rulong in his tin-can armor on the screen with utter disdain in her pink-blue eyes. "Do these humans have some kind of misunderstanding about power?"
"Isn't he wrapped up like a turtle too, standing still and acting as a target?"
Di Tian