Imperial Fighting Team? More Like the Soybean Team!

As he raised his right hand, his five Qi Soul Clones moved simultaneously.

Two clones rushed towards Osler's direction.

Osler didn't have time to completely dodge.

Two Qi Soul Clones had already arrived close. One punched him in the face, while the other circled around to his side and cut off his retreat.

Osler could only focus all his efforts on dealing with these two Qi Soul Clones.

The other two clones retrieved the Flying Mushroom Sausages from Oscar's direction.

The moment it swallowed, three pairs of transparent wings unfolded from its back, and it soared into the air, heading straight for the Yu Feng high above.

As Yu Feng carried Yu Tianheng through the air, he saw two Golden figures flying up. His expression changed, and he flapped his wings to climb higher. However, the two Qi Soul Clones flew faster than he expected, flanking him from both sides and blocking his ascent.

Yu Feng was forced to circle in the air with Yu Tianheng, unable to provide any further support to the battlefield below.

Ye Lin, carrying Xiao Wu in his arms, along with the last Qi Soul Clones, passed through the gap created by the blast of purple mist.

He unleashed his full power with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, leaving a trail of afterimages on the platform as he headed straight for Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.

Shi Mo charged in from the side, its arms reforming into tortoise shells, attempting to block his path.

Without even stopping, Ye Lin slashed down with his Dark Gold Dreadclaw, the claw strike hitting the tortoise shell that the Shi Mo had just condensed. With a crisp sound, the tortoise shell split open from the middle, and fragments flew everywhere.

The force of that claw blast sent Shi Mo flying backward, crashing heavily onto the table and sliding two or three meters away, unable to get up again.

Ye Lin passed through the Shi Mo defenses and arrived in front of Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling in just a few steps.

Ye Lin's right claw gripped Dugu Yan's neck, the dark Golden claw tip pressed against her throat. Just one more inch and he could slit her throat open.

Another Qi Soul Clones gripped Ye Lingling's neck with its right claw, in the same posture and with the same force. Both women were lifted into the air, their feet off the ground, their faces changing from white to red to pale.

His breath was cut off in his throat, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Dugu Yan's eyes widened, her purple vertical pupils reflecting Ye Lin's blood-stained face.

Her hands instinctively grabbed Ye Lin's wrists, her nails digging into his skin, but the force was no different from a tickle under Ye Lin's amplified state.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but the grip on her neck only produced faint hissing sounds.

Ye Lingling is even more pitiful than Dugu Yan. Her Martial Soul is the Nine-Heart Begonia, a pure healing type with no offensive power.

Before she could even react, Ye Lin's Qi Soul Clones lifted her from the ground.

Her hands futilely pounded at the hand gripping her neck, tears streaming down her face.

"Treat Xiao Wu immediately, or she'll die."

Dugu Yan's lips moved twice more, and she squeezed out a broken sentence from her throat. "You... you dare..."

Ye Lin's fingers tightened by half an inch.

Dugu Yan's face turned from green to purple, a trace of white foam spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her vertical pupils rolled back for a moment.

Ye Lin's tone remained unchanged. "You'll see if I dare."

Qin Ming's voice rang out from the edge of the Soul Arena Platform.

"Stop it!"

"Lingling, treat that Soft Bone Rabbit!"

Ye Lingling nodded with difficulty while her neck was being choked.

Ye Lin loosened his grip by half an inch, allowing her to catch her breath.

Tears streamed down Ye Lingling's face, but her hands were already clasped together in front of her chest. White petals floated from her palms, soaring through the air and landing on the blood-soaked figure in Ye Lin.

The petals covered Xiao Wu's wound layer by layer, and the flesh that had been cut open by the Tortoise Shell Spinning Blade began to close up. The bleeding stopped, and her face gradually regained some color.

Ye Lin glanced down at her, loosened his grip on Dugu Yan slightly, and let Dugu Yan struggle free from her suffocation.

Dugu Yan fell to the ground, clutching her throat and coughing violently. The purple poisonous mist dissipated around her for a moment before gathering back.

Shi Mo and Shi Mo lay sprawled on the table, unable to rise. Fragments of tortoise shells from their arms were scattered all over the floor. The deep wounds inflicted on their Martial Soul left them without even the strength to lift their heads.

Osler was entangled by two Qi Soul Clones. Although the two clones were weaker than Ye Lin, their strength was still significantly greater than his. As a result, Osler was forced to retreat step by step by the two Qi Soul Clones, and his injuries increased. In particular, Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai were watching from the side, ready to surround him at any time.

Yu Feng, carrying Yu Tianheng, hovered in mid-air. The Wind Chime Bird's wings flapped rapidly, but he dared not land, nor approach. He could only circle in mid-air, holding the unconscious Yu Tianheng in his arms, utterly frustrated.

There was also a flaming chicken on the ground, ready to breathe fire at any moment.

Ye Lin held Xiao Wu in his arms, his Qi Soul Clones gripped Ye Lingling, and five clones surrounded him. He had completely taken control of the situation on the Soul Arena Platform.

His breathing was much heavier than before; the consumption of his Qi Soul Clones was far greater than he had anticipated.

It consumes a huge amount of Qi and Blood and Soul Power.

"Admit defeat."

Ye Lin said.

Dugu Yan clutched her throat as she got up from the ground, coughed a few times, and there was still blood at the corner of her mouth.

She remained silent for a few moments, then shifted her gaze to Qin Ming at the edge of the Soul Arena Platform.

Qin Ming stood behind the railing, gripping it tightly with both hands, and nodded heavily to her.

Dugu Yan lowered her head. "We admit defeat."

Upon hearing the sound, Manager Ao immediately went forward.

Fearing that something might happen if they were even a second late,

He shouted,

"Imperial Fighting Team concedes defeat, Shrek Seven Devils win!"

The Soul Arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a deafening roar of cheers.

In the VIP section, the slightly overweight middle-aged man smashed the wine glass in his hand on the ground. The glass shattered on the stone surface, and red wine splattered all over the floor, like a small pool of dark blood.

He gripped the railing, his face flushed red, and cursed in the direction of the Soul Arena Platform, his voice rough and hoarse.

"I've lost half of my assets! Half! All of it was wasted on those good-for-nothings!"

The man in blue next to him didn't look much better. He twirled two gold rings on his fingers several times before finally swallowing his anger. "Never mind, there will be other opportunities. There will be a chance to recoup my losses."

He said he'd let it go, but his eyes were fixed on the Imperial Fighting Team on the Soul Arena Platform, his sharp gaze concealing an barely suppressed anger.

The slightly overweight man did not shut up.

He slammed his fist on the railing twice, raising his voice even higher, as if he were trying to shout out all the breath he had been holding in his chest.

"Isn't this Imperial Fighting Team supposed to be Silver Soul Fighter? How come they can't even beat an Iron Soul Fighter? What's the point of them being alive?"

"Imperial Fighting Team? I think it's the Soybean Team,"

"It's utterly shameful!"