Would One Minute Be Enough?
All seven members of Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team simultaneously unleashed their Martial Soul.
The three at the front were all Power Attack System, with Martial Soul of Ironclad Lion, Flame Leopard, and Mighty Ape respectively. The four team members were positioned at the rear, with two Agility Attack- type attackers on the flanks and one control-type and one support-type at the very back.
Twenty-two Spirit Ring lit up on the arena, the lowest being a three-ring Soul Elder.
Judging by their level alone, this team surpasses most of the participating academies. The Royal Academy has no shortage of resources, Mimicry Training Ground, and Soul Master instructors, so those who can enter the second team are naturally not weak.
The young leader completed his Ironclad Lion transformation, growing half a foot taller, his arms covered in gray armor plates. He stared at Yuan Yu and whispered, "According to the plan, four people hold him off. Take care of the others first."
Yesterday at the Registration Office, he suspected Yuan Yu's level was fake. After the verification results were sent back to the academy, the second team changed their tactics three times overnight.
A level 65 Soul Emperor is someone they cannot defeat head-on.
All we can do is stall.
If the other three can take down Shrek's back row first, and then use their numbers to wear down Yuan Yu, there is still at least a chance.
Tang San saw their positions, and the Blue Silver Grass had already fallen from his palm.
"The plan remains unchanged."
Dai Mubai stood at the very front, his White Tiger Martial Soul activated. Xiao Wu and Jing Ling flanked him, while Tai Long stood between Tang San and Jiang Zhu. The seven-person formation was not tightly packed, and each person had a Blue Silver Grass at their feet.
The last one to light up was Yuan Yu's Spirit Ring.
Six beams of light rose in succession from beneath their feet, altering the air on the arena. Moisture gathered towards the scabbard, tiny arcs of electricity traveled along the Bluestone, and the winds from the left and right sides converged towards the center.
The noise from the audience lowered.
The Ironclad Lion Soul Master standing directly in front of Yuan Yu felt it most acutely. When his level 65 Soul Power descended, he felt a tightness in his chest, and the mane he had been wearing after his Martial Soul Possession to his body was blown backward by the wind. Even though the two were still more than ten feet apart, he already felt like he was facing the academy's academic committee.
He gritted his teeth and refused to back down.
"Don't focus on the Spirit Ring!"
This reminder brought the rest of the Royal Second Team back to their senses. The support-type Soul Master released three consecutive amplifications to dispel the stiffness on the team members. The two Agility Attack- type Soul Masters switched positions to avoid facing Yuan Yu head-on, while the control-type Soul Master preemptively channeled his Soul Power into his fourth Spirit Ring, ready to cut off Tang San's Blue Silver Grass at any moment.
Tang San observed all these changes.
The strategy devised by the Royal Second Team overnight wasn't bad. Using four people to restrain Yuan Yu first, then attacking, controlling, and healing, was the most reasonable choice given the level difference. However, they didn't know that Yuan Yu had blocked off an entire arena, so there was no need to chase after the four of them.
Seeing the Sixth Ring Road with my own eyes was far more impactful than the information I received from the Registration Office.
Huo Wu crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on Flame Pattern. Feng Xiaotian leaned forward, not even responding when his teammates called to him. Shui Bing'er sat at the very front of the Skywater Academy, her gaze fixed on the point where the six elemental auras intersected.
In the VIP section, Xue Ye turned and asked, "Sect Master Ning, is this child the level 65 Soul Emperor who registered?"
"It is indeed Yuan Yu."
"To have such cultivation at the age of twelve, the Spirit Hall's ability to cultivate talent is indeed remarkable."
Salas slowly spoke, "Yuan Yu has been cared for by the Worship Hall since childhood, and his talent far surpasses that of ordinary people. Why he represents Shrek Academy in the competition is a question for him to answer."
These words sounded calm, but the boundaries were clearly drawn. Yuan Yu came from the Spirit Hall, but participating in the competition was a personal experience, and the Spirit Hall would not be responsible for Shrek's victory or defeat.
Xue Qinghe sat in the back, his fingers pressing down on the race schedule, without saying a word.
The Referee's arm fell.
"The match begins!"
The Ironclad Lion Soul Master charged out first. The Flame Leopard and the Mighty Ape followed closely on either side. The two Agility Attack circled around the edge of the arena, their target indeed being Tang San and Jiang Zhu behind them.
Yuan Yu did not draw his sword.
He took a step forward, the scabbard touching the ground.
A thick Rock Ridge rose from the center of the arena, blocking the three Power Attack System. The Ironclad Lion had no time to change direction and slammed his fists into the rock. Shards of rock flew everywhere, and he smashed half of the Rock Ridge open, halting his own momentum.
The Flame Leopard leaped from the left, attempting to cross the Rock Ridge.
The wind pressed down on his head.
The wind was shapeless, yet its power was astonishing. The Flame Leopard Soul Master had just reached its highest point when his body was sent flying sideways. Tai Long, who was already waiting there, raised his shoulder and rammed into him head-on, sending him back to the Royal Second Team's formation.
The Mighty Ape Soul Master chose to charge head-on.
Dai Mubai walked towards him.
Their fists collided, the Mighty Ape Soul Master staggered back three steps, while Dai Mubai only swayed his shoulder. The enhancement brought by the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and his fourth Spirit Ring had already made his strength surpass that of an ordinary Four-Ring Soul Ancestor.
"White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"
The white ball of light exploded close to the opponent's chest, sending the Mighty Ape Soul Master flying off the ground.
Two Agility Attack also circled around to the back row at this moment.
Just as one of them was about to reach for Jiang Zhu, the Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet suddenly tightened. He looked down and saw that dozens of vines had already wrapped around his calves and waist.
"Fourth Spirit Skill, Blue Silver Cage!"
A black Spirit Ring lit up.
Seven Blue Silver Cage rose simultaneously from the arena. The advance of all members of the Royal Second Team was cut off. Even the fastest Agility Attack only managed to collide with the closing vines.
A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.
Salas's gaze shifted from Yuan Yu for the first time, landing on the black Spirit Ring beneath Tang San's feet.
Fourth Spirit Ring, ten thousand years.
Ning Fengzhi sat to the side, his face still bearing a gentle smile.
Tang San gave his opponent no time to catch his breath.
"Third from the left, second from the right. Boss Dai is facing forward, Xiao Wu is with me."
The Blue Silver Grass connected each team member. Tai Long and Jing Ling were simultaneously sent to the sides, while Dai Mubai used the pull of the vines to leap high into the air and punch the Ironclad Lion Soul Master on the head.
Yuan Yu stood still, sealing the arena with only Rock Pattern Wind Pattern.
Wherever the Royal Second Team wanted to retreat, a Rock Wall would appear; if they tried to leap over the Blue Silver Cage, they would be met with wind pressure. The level 65 Soul Emperor did not actively pursue anyone, yet the entire arena had already fallen into his control.
The timer on the Soul Tool jumped to eleven seconds.
The Ironclad Lion Soul Master roared, and his third Spirit Ring lit up at full power. The armor plates covering his arms spread rapidly, forcefully tearing open the Blue Silver Cage. He didn't charge at Yuan Yu again, but turned and pounced on Tang San.
"Attack the control-type characters first!"
The Mighty Ape and the Flame Leopard also broke free. The three Power Attack System simultaneously turned, attempting to create an opening with a final charge.
Tang San used his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track Steps to take two quick steps, avoiding a direct confrontation with the Ironclad Lion. Xiao Wu leaped from behind his shoulder, clamped her legs around his neck, and used her Waist Bow to throw him off the ground.
Jing Ling appeared from the other side, her bone claws striking the Flame Leopard's knee. Tai Long met the Mighty Ape, and the two power Soul Master collided at the edge of the arena, cracking the Bluestone.
The support-type Soul Master of the Royal Second Team turned pale, and the amplification light in his hand could no longer keep up with his teammates' positions.
The control-type person next to her bit her tongue and forcibly raised her fourth Spirit Ring.
A circle of Dark Red Light spread along the ground, and the Blue Silver Grass along the way quickly stiffened. The two Agility Attack who had been trapped broke free at the same time. One of them went straight for Jiang Zhu, while the other pounced on Tang San's back.
Jiang Zhu gripped the Healing Scepter tightly, without retreating.
Yuan Yu looked up at the timer Soul Tool.
Seventeen seconds.
There's still plenty left.
The Sun Wheel Blade was drawn.