He Was Practically Superman~~
I hope so.
Feng Xiaotian's expression was solemn.
Shui Bing'er silently tightened her grip on Xue Wu's hand.
Xue Wu understood, and icy blue Soul Power flowed.
On the ring, the two stood still.
The chief referee raised the flag.
"The match begins!"
The moment the flag was cut down,
New Kamikaze Team goes all out!
Feng Xiaotian made the first move.
The Gale Two-Headed Wolf Martial Soul erupts!
"Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes!"
Huo Wu followed closely behind, gathering power through the Ring Fusion.
"Fire Dance Meteor Rain!"
Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu held hands tightly.
"Snowfall!"
The wind wolf went berserk, its claws displaying their ferocity;
Fireballs rained down like a storm, covering the arena.
Snowflakes froze into ice, sealing off Ye Hua's escape route;
Blazing winds filled the sky, raging fires spread across the plains, and a chill permeated the air.
Without reservation!
My Soul Power is completely depleted!
Attempting to achieve victory in one fell swoop!
Such a desperate struggle would even force the Soul Emperor to temporarily retreat.
In the Spirit Hall Team, Xie Yue felt Hu Liena's gaze and shook his head slightly.
He couldn't stop it.
Even if he doesn't want to admit it.
"I'll have to talk to the teacher about this later," Hu Liena said, looking towards the arena. "This playing style is too cheating!"
"I think Ye Hua is in grave danger," Xie Yue nodded, "But the Kamikaze Team's victory is dishonorable."
Hu Liena, sensing the raging elements, stood up. "I need to go and prepare the tactics."
"I'm not confident about this kind of play, so it's better to prepare early."
"Wait!" Xie Yue suddenly exclaimed.
"How?"
"Look there!"
Hu Liena turned around, her heart trembling instantly!
Wind, fire, ice
Three forces weave a web of death.
Ye Hua descended upon him!
The Long Night Team retreated in unison, giving Ye Hua enough space.
Ye Hua stood in the center of the arena, facing an overwhelming onslaught, and decisively made his move.
"The first strike will be delivered by striking from Mountain-Severing Bull-Striking!"
Ye Hua swung out the Nine-Dragon Spirit Yang Staff.
Feng Xiaotian's thirty-six consecutive slashes were severed by a dark Gold Trial arc!
The wind blades shattered, dissipating into scattered air currents.
"Second strike, use the Heaven-Shaking Stonebreak!"
The ring suffered a blow, cracking from a single blow.
The fireballs of the Fire Dance Meteor Rain Shower were silently extinguished by the shockwave!
The remaining flames dissipated before they even hit the ground.
"The third strike, ugh... Blood Fiend!"
The countless Snowfall shattered inch by inch the moment they touched the tip of the staff!
Ice crystal fragments scattered across the arena, refracting tiny sparks of light!
Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu were startled.
They felt their Soul Power being frantically washed away by Ye Hua.
"Um..."
The two groaned and forcibly pulled away, the backlash causing their faces to flush.
"Blood God."
Ye Hua said calmly.
A crimson shield appeared, completely blocking the aftershocks of the battle.
The rampant and chaotic Soul Power on the field was easily neutralized.
The members of the Long Night Team behind him remained motionless.
Three blows, done.
To describe it lightly.
The offensive was completely wiped out!
The entire room fell silent.
Feng Xiaotian's claws trembled violently.
"How is that possible...?"
"That was a three-pronged attack!"
Ye Hua tilted his head. "That's it?"
Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth, "Attack together!"
No one responded.
"Go!" Feng Xiaotian urged anxiously.
"Do you still have any Soul Power?" Huo Wushuang asked irritably.
"Uh..." Feng Xiaotian was about to retort when he suddenly felt weak.
Bad food!
He forgot he had just gone all in!
Not to mention him, even the other three aces were exhausted.
"I'll give it a try," Huo Wushuang said, both amused and exasperated. "I hope Ye Hua also suffers a great loss."
"Even if I get knocked off the stage by his teammates, at least we'll have defeated Ye Hua."
But as it turned out, he was overthinking it.
The Nine-Dragon Spirit Yang Staff flipped over.
With a single upward thrust of his staff, Huo Wushuang was sent flying.
Two dull blows from the sticks knocked the two passersby unconscious.
"Go down by yourself?" Ye Hua asked.
"You take me there!" Feng Xiaotian, closing his eyes.
then--
"Ah!!!"
The staff swept horizontally, Feng Xiaotian soared into the sky.
It slammed hard onto the ground and rolled around in a sorry state.
Then, Ye Hua used his Soul Power to gentlemanly escort the female students down.
"Huh?" Feng Xiaotian's eyes widened. "You're showing favoritism!"
Ye Hua said irritably, "You took advantage of a loophole, and you still have the nerve to say that?"
Feng Xiaotian lowered his head in embarrassment.
The chief referee personally imposed the penalty.
"Six to three, first match!"
"The victor is Long Night Team!"
"Let's go, let's go back and rest!" Ye Hua jumped off the stage.
Wang Qiu'er was still muttering, "I haven't even made a move yet," when Ning Rongrong dragged her away.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the Spirit Hall Team's waiting area was solemn.
"Good news, the Kamikaze Team is gone."
"Bad news... gulp"
Xie Yue swallowed.
"Yan, what do you think?"
Yan was speechless. "You're the captain."
"Or, Na'er should go and speak to His Holiness the Pope?"
"How about lowering our expectations a bit and getting second place?"
"Go ahead," Hu Liena scoffed, "We'll be thrown into the Mist Grand Canyon!"
hiss--
The mere thought of that horrible place sent shivers down the spines of the Spirit Hall members.
Countless predecessors of the Spirit Hall went to the Mist Grand Canyon for training, only to disappear without a trace, neither alive nor dead.
Of those who returned, half were disabled!
"But we really can't beat Ye Hua. Heaven knows that guy's strength is so outrageous!"
Xie Yue put his hand to his forehead, "Even if we also have Martial Soul Fusion Skill, their brute force can overcome all techniques!"
"How about you try using your seductive arts, Nana? I think Ye Hua is quite lustful!"
Hu Liena cast a murderous glare at her.
Xie Yue wisely shut up.
"Don't worry," Hu Liena stood up, "Aren't you all just worried that if you don't win the championship, the prize will fall into someone else's hands?"
Do you think the teacher would be that stupid?
"Doesn't she know Ye Hua's strength?"
"Then why did His Holiness the Pope..." Yan was a little stunned.
"I don't know," Hu Liena interrupted the conversation.
As the Pope's Personal Disciple, she heard some rumors.
But she also understood that this rumor shouldn't be spread carelessly.
"Let's go, the teacher will definitely talk to us."
"Go wait inside the hall first, to avoid any chaos."
The rest of the Martial Soul Team quickly followed.
Xie Yue wanted to get closer to Hu Liena, but Hu Liena quickened her pace, leaving him behind.
Yan immediately cast a suggestive glance, tinged with schadenfreude.
"Get lost!" Xie Yue lowered his voice. "Wait till I catch her, then we'll see if you're still laughing!"
But the captain didn't know that his smile would soon fade...