Melee and Struggle

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When Old Wu saw Ghost Douluo appear, he was so shocked he did not know what to say. This was truly a blessing from heaven. After standing there dumbfounded for a moment, Old Wu laughed. "At last, I don't have to take hits passively anymore."

If not for his mutated eighth soul ring, which allowed him to fuse with his martial soul for as long as an hour, Old Wu would have been done for long ago.

The smoke still lingered as the four men faced off without making a move. All four pairs of eyes were fixed in Yu Xiaofeng's direction.

And Yu Xiaofeng's Universal Attraction truly did not disappoint him. Though he could only control the eight of them for two seconds, two seconds was enough time for Vajra Gourd Baby to bombard them for a while.

The instant the eight crashed to the ground, they all activated their martial souls. Blinding light made everyone unable to open their eyes. Yellow, purple, and black soul rings rose continuously, while all manner of martial souls leaped into the air.

The eight wore savage, terrifying expressions. The old man, his hair disheveled, cursed at Yu Xiaofeng, "Yu Xiaofeng, even if you're the one chosen by the gods, I, Old Fang, will strip a layer of skin off you today. Otherwise, I'll never quell the hatred in my heart."

Half of Er Lengzi's hair had already been blasted away. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "You burned off all my beautiful hair! I'm turning you into a scruffy chicken!"

Yu Xiaofeng looked disdainfully at the eight charging toward him and arrogantly said, "Quit yapping. Believe it or not, I can turn you all into a beehive in an instant?"

Old Fang raised his hand and angrily shouted at Yu Xiaofeng, "First soul skill—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Xiaofeng's voice rang in his ears. "Universal Attraction. Damn it, I gave you face and you still won't take it?"

It was not just Old Fang activating a skill. At the very instant the eight were about to unleash their soul skills, they were flung into the air.

As the smoke dispersed, the four Titled Douluo stared wide-eyed at the eight men floating in midair, slowly flying toward Yu Xiaofeng, while Vajra Gourd Baby bombarded them fiercely at Yu Xiaofeng's right.

The barrage beat the eight until they cried out miserably, their rage soaring to the heavens.

"Yu Xiaofeng, if you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one!"

Er Lengzi roared.

Yu Xiaofeng rolled his eyes at him. "You brainless idiot, aren't I fighting you one-on-one? It's just that I'm one person fighting all of you."

"You dumbass."

"You, you..."

Er Lengzi had all his strength but nowhere to use it. The moment he fell, he spat out a mouthful of blood in fury.

Old Wu looked at the eight and said, "How miserable. Eight Soul Emperors getting beaten like this by a level-forty Soul Elder. Who would believe it if word got out?"

Ghost Douluo was shocked beside him. He knew Yu Xiaofeng's Rebirth Eye martial soul was powerful, but everything before him had completely overturned his understanding of what powerful meant. This was straight-up slaughter.

The other two Titled Douluo had livid expressions. Even if they acted now, it would be pointless. Besides, Ghost Douluo was level ninety-five. How were they supposed to fight that?

In a true fight to the death, no one could say how it would end. So for now, they could only wait.

At that moment, Yu Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and said, "It's over. I'm running out of Soul Power. Looks like I, Yu Xiaofeng, am going to die young."

Seeing Yu Xiaofeng's pale face, Old Wu and Ghost Douluo immediately flashed away from where they stood. But before the two could even get ten meters away, the two men opposite them blocked their path.

Old Wu was getting frantic. His five-soul fusion was about to end, and he immediately said, "Old Ghost, go kill them. I'll hold off those two."

"At the same time—"

Upon hearing Yu Xiaofeng's words, Old Fang, Er Lengzi, and the other eight immediately unleashed their soul skills again with murderous intent. But when their skills were only halfway activated, Yu Xiaofeng suddenly said, "Universal Attraction. Damn it, even if I die, I'm taking you down with me!"

The eight were flung into the air again. As they flew over, they had already given up resisting. Their previous attempts had proven that struggling was utterly useless.

Grenades boomed against their bodies, battering the eight like fools and tormenting them to the point of tearing agony.

Old Fang's nosebleed, drool, and blood from his mouth mixed together and dripped continuously. He was so furious that tears streamed down his face.

But the next second, Yu Xiaofeng dropped to one knee and panted heavily. "Damn it, I really can't hold on this time. Old Wu, Old Ghost, you should leave."

With a glance exchanged between Old Wu and Ghost Douluo, Old Wu unleashed a Poison Dragon Roar. The moment Ghost Douluo seized the chance to charge out, he was immediately stopped again. The man wielding the broadsword snorted. "You want to leave? Did you ask my blade?"

Below, Er Lengzi laughed wildly. "Hahahahaha! Yu Xiaofeng, you're dead this time! Take this, Qilin—"

Yu Xiaofeng said, "Universal Attraction."

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The eight spat blood one after another. Old Fang cursed loudly, "Yu Xiaofeng, you're despicable! You're shameless! You trampled on our hopes! I'm going to kill you!"

The four Titled Douluo in the sky nearly fell from the sheer absurdity when they saw Yu Xiaofeng activate Universal Attraction again.

"Suddenly—"

With a bang, Yu Xiaofeng collapsed face-first onto the ground, sprawled there like a dog eating dirt. He panted heavily, his eyes unfocused, while Vajra Gourd Baby vanished as well. The eight only remained suspended in the air for a second before dropping down.

"This is bad! Old Ghost, break out!"

Old Wu cried out in alarm at once, but with both sides being Titled Douluo, was it really so easy to break through?

The four men in the sky instantly descended into battle. Below, Er Lengzi threw back his head and laughed. "Yu Xiaofeng, you still want to trick us?"

"I don't believe a damn word you say."

One minute passed. Then five minutes passed. Yu Xiaofeng remained motionless, his eyes dazed as though he was about to die. Above, Old Wu and Ghost Douluo were frantic, charging left and right, fighting desperately but unable to break free. Below, the eight grinned and cursed at him. Old Fang cursed Yu Xiaofeng loudly, "You little bastard, so you have a day like this too. Blazing Fire—"

"Universal Attraction..."

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Hearing this, Old Wu and Ghost Douluo burst out laughing. With a flash, the two instantly withdrew from the battlefield.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Old Wu and Ghost Douluo looked at Yu Xiaofeng as he slowly rose to his feet and laughed like pigs being slaughtered.

At the same time, Yu Xiaofeng threw out his soul nails, then roared, "Face the gale!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Countless soul nails shot toward the eight. Their piercing whistles tore through the air like a swarm of locusts. Repeated popping sounds rang out, and every time a soul nail pierced one of their bodies, it brought up a spray of blood.

Yu Xiaofeng said disdainfully, "You people... you're fabricating things out of thin air, sneaking around behind the scenes, making wild guesses and baseless claims, spouting nonsense beyond saving. Have a good journey."

The eight stared at Yu Xiaofeng with unwilling eyes, wishing they could kill him with their gazes.

"Argh..."

The two seconds quickly passed. Ignoring his physical condition, Er Lengzi lunged forward in a charge.

Ghost Douluo was shocked and wanted to use his trump card, but Old Wu stopped him. "He's courting death. Just watch."

The instant Ghost Douluo was puzzled, Yu Xiaofeng immediately assumed the stance of the Eight Trigram Palm and roared, "Eight Trigrams—One Hundred and Twenty-eight Palms."

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