The Disciples' Martial Soul Fusion Skill

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The next day!

At the Oriental Family's regular training ground.

Si Tingxuan, Zhao Zhengtian, Dongfang Runhong, and Dongfang Yuanchen sat in the viewing stands.

Compared to the hostility when they had first met.

The four of them were now chatting merrily!

Behind them stood a group of Oriental Family members, all watching the field.

At that moment, in the arena.

Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, and Yun Piaopiao stood facing Dongfang Ming, Zhao Haitang, and Meng Yiran.

That was right. What had originally been a scheduled match between Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, Dongfang Ming, and Zhao Haitang.

Had gained Yun Piaopiao and Meng Yiran as unexpected additions.

A woman in her twenties stood in the arena, looking at both sides, who had already taken their positions.

She said, "Both sides have one minute to prepare!"

"Whoosh, whoosh."

Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, and Yun Piaopiao, along with Dongfang Ming, Zhao Haitang, and Meng Yiran, all released their Martial Souls and soul rings.

A pot appeared in Hua Qingluo's hand, and two yellow soul rings rose around her.

Long Wu held a pot lid before her as a shield.

At the same time, a yellow soul ring rose around her.

Yun Piaopiao raised a hand, and a white cloud appeared before everyone.

It rapidly grew larger!

Then Yun Piaopiao leaped up, sat atop it, and floated into the air.

A pot, a lid, and a cloud!

"What the hell is this?"

Dongfang Ming, Zhao Haitang, and Meng Yiran exchanged bewildered looks!

They knew Hua Qingluo's Martial Soul was strange, but they had never expected Long Wu's and Yun Piaopiao's Martial Souls to be just as bizarre.

"Ahem."

Forget them—even Si Tingxuan on the stands had his face twitch.

His gaze fixed on the cloud beneath Yun Piaopiao. When he had first seen it, he had been thoroughly shocked as well, and he had grumbled inwardly, Damn it, Nimbus Cloud, you found the wrong person. This is my disciple Yun Piaopiao, not that monkey.

Zhao Zhengtian turned to glance at Si Tingxuan, his face full of surprise. He muttered, "I really didn't expect her Martial Soul to be able to fly."

Dongfang Ming, Zhao Haitang, and Meng Yiran were also complaining wildly in their hearts.

But they did not forget what they were here to do.

They swiftly released their Martial Souls and soul rings.

Dongfang Ming's Martial Soul was a Mad Bear, with the standard two yellow soul rings around him.

Zhao Haitang's Martial Soul was the Zhao Family's inherited Martial Soul, the Vajra Bear, likewise with the standard two yellow soul rings.

Lastly came Meng Yiran. Her Martial Soul was a Snake Staff, also with the standard two yellow soul rings.

Judging solely by Martial Souls and soul rings, Dongfang Ming, Zhao Haitang, and Meng Yiran held the advantage.

After all, Long Wu was only a one-ring Soul Master!

Hua Qingluo and Long Wu took two steps back.

Yun Piaopiao did not move, forming a triangular formation.

Dongfang Ming, Zhao Haitang, and Meng Yiran were all assault-type Soul Masters, so they lined up side by side.

Clearly, they intended to attack together the instant the referee declared the match started!

They were prepared to end the battle quickly!

Seeing that both sides were ready, the Oriental Family's female referee did not wait for the minute to pass.

She directly waved a hand. "The match begins!"

As soon as the words fell, she kicked off with both legs and flew backward, quickly leaving the arena.

Dongfang Ming and Zhao Haitang instantly charged at Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, and Yun Piaopiao.

Meng Yiran remained where she was and took the lead in activating a soul skill. Her first soul ring lit up. "First Soul Skill—Snake Blade!"

In an instant, ten long-handled Snake Blades appeared in the air.

With a wave of her hand!

The ten long-handled Snake Blades shot out, their target being Yun Piaopiao, who floated overhead.

Because her soul skill was the only one capable of attacking Yun Piaopiao in the air.

As Dongfang Ming and Zhao Haitang charged forward, their soul rings also lit up:

"First Soul Skill—Vajra Leg!"

Dongfang Ming pushed off with both legs and leaped into the air, then swept a leg at Long Wu.

"First Soul Skill—Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Haitang swung out his right palm, his speed increasing by several degrees as he targeted Hua Qingluo!

On Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, and Yun Piaopiao's side.

Long Wu was the first to act. Her sole soul ring lit up.

"First Soul Skill—Thunder Shield Protection!"

One had to know that Hua Qingluo had spent considerable effort hunting down this soul ring for her while her father had still been alive.

Thus, it was certainly an exceptionally good team-support defensive soul skill.

Once the soul skill activated, Hua Qingluo, Long Wu, and Yun Piaopiao.

Were enveloped by a circular defensive barrier formed from transparent pot lids, with arcs of electricity flickering across it.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Dongfang Ming, Zhao Haitang, and Meng Yiran were all blocked.

Dongfang Ming and Zhao Haitang were even sent two or three meters back by the impact!

The next moment, Yun Piaopiao's second soul ring lit up. "Second Soul Skill—Cloud Mist Entanglement!"

The cloud beneath her rapidly released vast amounts of white mist, shrouding the entire arena in the blink of an eye.

Then she shot upward at high speed!

She rose fifteen meters into the air!

"Not good."

Zhao Zhengtian, Dongfang Runhong, and Dongfang Yuanchen on the stands had extremely rich combat experience!

The moment they saw Yun Piaopiao's movement, they understood.

Hua Qingluo and Long Wu were about to launch an attack, one with a huge range and considerable power.

Otherwise, Yun Piaopiao would not have fled so quickly and so high.

But the stands were now blanketed in mist, and they could not see what was happening inside at all. They could only exchange bitter smiles.

They were afraid this match would be lost!

That was the shared thought of the three men.

Dongfang Ming, Zhao Haitang, and Meng Yiran also inwardly cried out in alarm.

Within the mist, their vision was likewise obstructed. They could not see anything beyond one meter away.

Even within a meter, everything was extremely blurry.

Dongfang Ming and Zhao Haitang reacted quickly as well.

Under such circumstances, attacking was impossible! Hua Qingluo and Long Wu would not stand still and wait for them to strike.

So they could only choose passive defense and endure the next wave of attacks.

Gritting their teeth, the second soul rings around them lit up:

Dongfang Ming: "Second Soul Skill—Bear King Protection Shield!"

Zhao Haitang: "Second Soul Skill—Immovable Wisdom King Body!"

Hua Qingluo and Long Wu had long developed perfect coordination. When the mist covered the entire arena.

Although they could no longer see.

Their mutual understanding and the past few days of training had already accustomed them to moving swiftly through the mist.

The two moved quickly, one to the left and one to the right, taking step after step with impeccable timing.

They lifted their feet almost simultaneously and set them down at the same time!

Every single step was precise to the finest degree!

Afterward, the two split apart and arrived on opposite sides of Dongfang Ming, Zhao Haitang, and Meng Yiran!

They shouted in unison, "Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Ice and Fire Double Heaven!"

Long Wu on the left and Hua Qingluo on the right began to surge with Soul Power, which rapidly formed a connection between them.

Then, at the same moment.

Long Wu thrust the Ice Pot Lid forward with both hands.

A wave of icy chill immediately swept toward the center.

Hua Qingluo fiercely swung the Phoenix Fire Glazed Pot in her hand, sending a sheet of flames toward the center.