Facing the Fierce God Team, Wind Poison Tornado Shatters the Charge

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

The Imperial Fighting Team traveled through many cities, fighting more than a dozen team battles of varying scale along the way.

But in the Great Soul Arenas of those remote little cities, they could not even find a Silver Soul team with a full roster of seven Soul Elders, let alone a worthy whetstone for the Imperial Fighting Team.

The team kept winning, and the members were starting to lose their enthusiasm for fighting.

Then, at dusk one day, two carriages stopped outside the Great Soul Arena in Silvis City.

Inside the VIP lounge of the Silvis Great Soul Arena, Qin Ming pushed open the heavy oak door and tossed a stack of documents onto the table.

His expression was more solemn than ever.

"Tonight's team battle may be different from the previous ones."

Qin Ming pulled out a chair and sat down, tapping the documents on the table.

Yu Tianheng reached out and took the file, his brow immediately furrowing.

"The Fierce God Team? All of them are assault-type Battle Soul Ancestors?"

Dugu Yan leaned over for a look, her voice rising.

"Forty-six team battles, thirty-one wins, sixty-three opponents killed, ninety-eight crippled? This isn't a soul battle at all. It's a slaughterhouse!"

Osler, standing nearby, sucked in a breath.

"They don't even have substitutes. They're all assault-type Beast Martial Souls, and the lowest-ranked among them is Level 40. Their captain, Meng Li, has even reached Level 46!"

Leaning back in his chair, Qin Ming said heavily, "They are killing machines specifically raised by the Silvis Great Soul Arena. They rely on bloody spectacles to attract the city's nobles to place bets."

"Moreover, several of Silvis City's noble families are backing them in secret and cleaning up after them."

Ning Rongrong leaned close beside Gu Feng. Hearing those numbers, she angrily stamped her little leather boots.

"They've killed so many people, yet not only have they never been arrested, they can keep murdering people on the soul battle stage every day for money? These Silvis nobles are rotten to the core!"

Yu Feng spat in anger as well. "No wonder no respectable Soul Master team is willing to come to Silvis. Who would want to risk their lives against a bunch of madmen?"

Qin Ming raised a hand to silence the discussion.

"Tianheng, Gu Feng, I showed you this because the organizers have offered a hefty reward of five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins in hopes that the Imperial Fighting Team will fight them."

"The Great Soul Arena explicitly forbids deliberately killing people in team battles, but once the Fierce God Team enters Martial Soul Berserk Mode, they are completely uncontrollable."

"On the soul battle stage, they will never hold back."

Qin Ming looked directly at the two captains. "In other words, if you accept this match tonight, you may have to kill people on the stage as well."

"Whether to fight or not is your decision."

The lounge fell silent.

Yu Tianheng clenched his fists, veins bulging across the backs of his hands.

"We fight! They're Soul Ancestors, and so are we. Why should we fear a pack of desperadoes who rely on bloodlust to show off their savagery?"

Dugu Yan linked her arm through Yu Tianheng's, lifting her chin slightly.

"I agree. My Jade Phosphor Purple Poison is no joke. With my fourth soul skill's enhancement, no matter how thick their defenses are, they won't last long."

Gu Feng sat beside Ning Rongrong, casually flipping through Meng Li's file.

The entire team lacked long-range attacks, control, and support. They had nothing but brute force and an inability to feel pain after going berserk.

A team like that was indeed brutal in a frontal clash, but its flaws were far too obvious.

"Let's fight."

Gu Feng closed the file, his tone calm.

"Since those nobles enjoy watching bloody performances, let them see how the Fierce God Team dies."

Qin Ming stood up.

"Good! Yu Feng and Osler will sit out this match. Gu Feng, Tianheng, Yan, Shi Mo, Shi Mo, Rongrong, Lingling—you seven will start."

Night fell.

The Number One main soul battle stage at the center of the Silvis Great Soul Arena was surrounded by nobles dressed in lavish clothes.

Deafening cheers mingled with roars of betting, making everyone's ears ache.

"Tear them apart!"

"Meng Li! Twist off the heads of those pretty boys!"

The nobles in the VIP seats swirled the wine in their cups, their expressions feverish with excitement.

The seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team walked onto the arena through their passageway.

From the passageway opposite them, seven tower-like figures strode out.

Meng Li, at the front, was bare-chested. His chest was covered in coarse black hair, his eyes glowed dark red, and he was even stuffing a chunk of raw beef into his mouth.

When the Fierce God Team saw three pretty girls standing among the Imperial Fighting Team, several of the burly men whistled lewdly, making beast-like grunting sounds in their throats.

"Those little beauties are looking mighty fresh. Don't let me smash you to pieces with one punch later!"

The Shi brothers gave a low snort and stepped forward, heavily blocking the front of the team.

Standing behind Gu Feng, Ning Rongrong tugged at the corner of his clothes. "Brother Feng, don't show mercy later. Knock out every last one of those bastards' teeth."

Gu Feng patted the back of her hand. "Hold your position and give us full support."

The referee did not even dare stay in the center of the arena. After blowing the whistle, he retreated more than twenty meters.

"Team soul battle, begin!"

The moment his words fell, the seven burly men opposite them threw back their heads and roared in unison.

Two yellow and two purple Soul Rings—twenty-eight in total—rose around the Fierce God Team!

Meng Li's body swelled by half a meter, his arms thickened by two full sizes, heavy bear fur covered his entire body, and his fourth Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

"Roar!"

After going berserk, the Fierce God Team completely lost its reason. The seven men formed a wall of flesh, crushing the blue bricks beneath their feet as they charged forward like madmen.

The ground shook violently.

On the Imperial Fighting Team's side, Ning Rongrong moved with astonishing speed.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda rose spinning from her palm, its dazzling radiance illuminating half the arena.

"Nine Treasures have their name: first, strength! Second, speed! Third, soul!"

Ning Rongrong had long mastered Heart Separation Control. Three streams of light split apart at once and steadily entered Gu Feng, Yu Tianheng, and Dugu Yan.

Strength, speed, Soul Power—all attributes surged by forty percent!

Gu Feng felt the wind-attributed Soul Power in his meridians surge like a raging tide. Even the flow of the air seemed to be under his control.

"Fourth soul skill, Jade Phosphor Feast!"

Dugu Yan gave a sharp cry, and her fourth Soul Ring flashed with purple light.

The next instant, she parted her red lips, and dense, pungent dark-purple poison mist burst forth!

"Third soul skill, Jade Phosphor Purple Poison!"

Under the doubled enhancement of the Feast state, the purple poison was so thick it resembled tangible mud.

The seven burly men opposite them charged forward without hesitation. Having lost their sense of pain after going berserk, they wanted only to rush over and tear apart everything before them.

"Want to charge through? Did you ask me first?"

Gu Feng raised his right hand, air currents whirling above his palm.

"Wind, come!"

"First soul skill, Myriad-Gap Wind Blade!"

A blue-green gale rose from the arena floor, its force spiraling wildly along with Dugu Yan's purple poison.

The deadly purple mist was tightly wrapped by the airflow, forcefully transforming into a poisonous tornado spanning twenty meters, blocking the Fierce God Team directly in front of them.

The Fierce God Team's straight-line formation was violently struck by the storm, and their charge was abruptly broken.