Chapter 4's Fourth Soul Skill, Mist Veil, activated, and thick white fog quickly swallowed the training ground. In the span of just a few breaths, only hazy figures were visible among the Shrek Seven Devils.
Tang San reacted quickly, a large amount of Blue Silver Grass spreading flat along the ground to wrap around the waists of Dai Mubai and the others. Since the Purple Demon Eye could not distinguish the soul power fluctuations created by Ling Yun, he would use the Blue Silver Grass to transmit the vibrations.
Upon seeing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately said, "You did the right thing. Mist Veil can interfere with vision, but it cannot make Ling Yun lose his weight. As long as we use the Blue Silver Grass to establish a sensory network, he will leave traces whenever he approaches anyone."
There was silence in the fog for a moment.
Ling Yun could not help speaking up: "Grandmaster, with an explanation like that, I suddenly have an idea."
He continued: "I used to think Grandmaster's greatest skill was researching theory, but now I realize I was being superficial. Your live commentary skills here could easily be used to collect admission tickets at the entrance of the Soul Fighting Arena, and you wouldn't even lose money."
Yu Xiaogang's expression sank, and he ignored him.
Tang San similarly maintained his composure, but vibrations suddenly traveled through the Blue Silver Grass on his left, and he immediately warned Zhu Zhuqing. Hell Stab activated instantly, a claw descending, but it only shredded a water shadow.
Feedback quickly came again from the rear right, Dai Mubai unleashing a White Tiger Fierce Light Wave, and it was another clone.
Immediately afterward, a third and fourth location showed activity in succession. The sensory network Tang San laid out was still effective, but it had already lost its most crucial value-it could not tell the real from the fake.
"Little San, your method is actually quite clever."
Ling Yun's voice came from all directions: "The Blue Silver Grass can indeed tell you where something is, but unfortunately its cultural level isn't high, so it won't tell you whether that thing is actually me or not."
Tang San's heart sank slightly.
Ling Yun laughed again: "But it doesn't matter. If you can't figure it out, you still have Teacher. One person is responsible for collecting incorrect intelligence, and the other is responsible for seriously analyzing that incorrect intelligence. The division of labor between master and apprentice is quite clear."
Yu Xiaogang finally could not help saying: "Ling Yun, stop indulging in verbal sparring!"
"How is this called verbal sparring?"
Ling Yun sounded surprised: "Grandmaster, didn't you spend half your life researching just to teach theories to others with your mouth? How come when you say it, it's called academia, but when I say a couple of words, it becomes verbal sparring?"
Liu Erlong had already turned her face aside.
Tang San did not plan to let Ling Yun continue to distract their attention, directly shouting: "Stop pursuing the clones, protect the supports!"
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing quickly contracted their formation, and Tang San also concentrated more Blue Silver Grass near Oscar and Ning Rongrong.
Two water shadows quickly appeared from the front, intentionally stepping over the Blue Silver Grass. Tang San was not fooled this time, but the vines around Oscar's waist suddenly loosened.
A high-speed rotating Water Shuriken precisely severed the Blue Silver Grass, and the Pink Soul-Power Tongue Scarf immediately swept out. Oscar did not even have time to manufacture a sausage before his entire person was dragged into the dense fog.
"Boss Dai, save me!"
Dai Mubai had barely rushed out two steps before Oscar flew back out, landing squarely on his backside outside the arena with only a clear wet handprint left on his chest.
"Uncle Big Sausage, rest first."
Ling Yun said leisurely: "Seven people fighting one, and you even bring a healer and supplies. This isn't a team battle; you guys formed a group to farm a wild Soul Beast like me."
With Oscar eliminated, Shrek not only lost its recovery means, but even the subsequent supply of Flying Mushroom Sausages was directly cut off.
Yu Xiaogang immediately spoke: "Rongrong cannot have any more problems! Little San, have Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing move closer to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
Ling Yun found it hilarious on the spot.
"Grandmaster, I don't know if you're truly foolish or just pretending, but before I even make a move, you circle the most important target yourself. This isn't a teacher for Shrek; it's clearly my prompt generator."
This time, even Dai Mubai's expression became somewhat unnatural.
Yu Xiaogang simply shut his mouth.
Ning Rongrong quickly leaned toward Tang San, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing guarding her on the left and right. Ling Yun, however, was in no rush to make a move, merely having two water shadows pull on the defense lines from both sides separately.
When the formation shifted, the real Ling Yun cut in from the other side.
Tang San used the Blue Silver Grass to pull Ning Rongrong away at the first possible moment, but the Water Shuriken had already fallen beforehand, the vines snapping in response.
Ling Yun arrived at Ning Rongrong's side almost simultaneously, his palm tapping lightly on her shoulder.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can head down first."
"This thing is precious. If I really break it, Grandmaster will probably be able to research an article tomorrow titled 'Why the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Is Unsuited to Suffering Attacks'."
Ning Rongrong could not help laughing a little, and could only put away her Martial Soul to exit the arena.
The amplification of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda vanished accordingly.
In the span of just a short moment, Oscar and Ning Rongrong were eliminated in succession, pulling out both of the Shrek Seven Devils' most important supports.
Only then did Ling Yun speak: "Little San, your role as a control system is quite interesting. Controlling for half a day, you didn't control me, yet not a single one of the two supports on your own side was protected."
Tang San remained silent and spoke not a word.
Ling Yun continued: "Don't worry, though. Grandmaster will definitely be able to explain. Winning proves the theory is correct, losing proves the circumstances are special; either way, the theory can never lose."
Yu Xiaogang's complexion suddenly turned unsightly.
"Ling Yun, my theories never claimed to be applicable to all Soul Masters!"
"Here it comes again."
Ling Yun laughed even more happily: "The most impressive thing about Grandmaster is right here. Before things happen it's called theory, and after things happen it's called special circumstances."
"My second soul ring is a thousand-year one, that's special."
"My fourth soul ring is ten-thousand-year, still special."
Ling Yun's voice was full of sarcasm: "Now that Tang San's seven people fighting one of me is getting hard to manage, do you still need to add the line-the team composition is special?"
The veins on Yu Xiaogang's temples throbbed slightly.
Yet Ling Yun acted as if he suddenly remembered something: "I get it. What Grandmaster studies isn't Soul Master theory, it's theoretical after-sales service. As long as reality doesn't match the book, you're responsible for patching things up on the spot."
Yu Xiaogang could bear it no longer: "You rely on Mist Veil to hide your figure and launch sequential sneak attacks, which in itself is occupying an environmental advantage! If it were a head-on clash-"
"Hold on."
Ling Yun directly interrupted him: "Seven people fighting one, and then you demand that I don't hide, don't circle around, don't dismantle the supports, and preferably stand right in the middle so your disciple can surround and beat me?"
"Grandmaster, does your fairness happen to share the surname Tang?"
Yu Xiaogang's expression froze instantly.
Ling Yun was unsparing: "You want the numerical advantage, you want the support amplifications, and you want team coordination. The moment I start utilizing my own soul skills, you suddenly remember a head-on clash."
"By your standards, you might as well just stipulate that I'm not allowed to fight back."
"In the end, when Tang San wins, you can casually announce that the theory has once again been verified by practice. How complete."
This time, not even the people on Shrek's side answered.
Because this demand truly could not stand on any grounds.
Yu Xiaogang's face turned livid, but Ling Yun did not continue to pursue the same issue. He turned his head to look at Tang San in the dense fog, his tone turning relaxed once again.
"Little San, Teacher spent half the day arguing conditions for you, why don't you also express an opinion?"
Tang San only said a single sentence: "Keep fighting."
"That point is stronger than Grandmaster."
Ling Yun laughed: "At least when you take a beating, you really take it, and you don't plan on turning things around by redefining victory."
Yu Xiaogang's complexion, which had just barely subsided, darkened once more.
Ma Hongjun, meanwhile, could no longer hold back, a Phoenix Fire Line spraying toward the direction the voice came from.
Ling Yun deliberately flung out several Water Shuriken in succession, the flames and water currents continuously colliding, a large amount of water vapor once again merging into the range of the Mist Veil.
"Fatty, burn slower."
Ling Yun teased: "Today Shrek's most stable contribution is you. Tang San is responsible for directing me to dismantle the team, Grandmaster is responsible for telling me how to dismantle it, and you're responsible for renewing the fog for me."
Ma Hongjun was so angry he cursed loudly.
"Are you implying that all of us are helping you?"
"Judging by the current look of it, yes."
Ling Yun answered quite sincerely.
Xiao Wu finally could not take it, directly charging toward the position the voice came from with the aid of the remaining flight effect. Tang San hurriedly warned her, yet still failed to stop her.
Several water shadows in succession appeared around Xiao Wu.
She attacked time and time again, yet constantly failed to touch the real Ling Yun, instead forcing Tang San to continuously deploy the Blue Silver Grass to protect her position.
Ling Yun quickly perceived the change.
When Oscar was eliminated, Tang San could still immediately adjust his tactics; when Ning Rongrong withdrew, he could still maintain his composure.
Yet when it came to Xiao Wu, the moment a shred of danger appeared, Tang San's control would instantly tilt toward her.
Ling Yun suddenly smiled.
"Little San, I seem to have found the biggest vulnerability in this team of yours."
Tang San's heart tightened slightly.
Ling Yun's voice drifted from the depths of the fog: "It's not Fatty, it's not the supports, and it's not Grandmaster. Grandmaster at best counts as an off-field negative support."
Yu Xiaogang: *"..."*
"The real problem is Xiao Wu."
Tang San's gaze darkened instantly.
Ling Yun continued speaking: "The next round will be simpler. Dai Mubai I won't hit, Zhu Zhuqing I won't touch, and Fatty contributed today, so I'll let him rest too."
"I'll only hit Xiao Wu."
Almost the moment those words left his mouth, a large amount of Blue Silver Grass simultaneously converged toward Xiao Wu's vicinity.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing also subconsciously followed and drew closer.
The formation that had originally prepared to launch an active assault directly shifted because of a single sentence from Ling Yun.
Deep within the dense fog, the corners of Ling Yun's lips curved upward: "Little San, I haven't even struck yet. You've already proven it for me."
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