Ye Wuqing's Brain was clear, but his entire body had tightened. His Soul Power flowed sluggishly, and his limbs had gone rigid.
He struggled to clear the meridians inside his body, and it did help. But by the time he could move again, he would have been eliminated eight hundred times over.
Then he realized that most of the Golden Leaves he had formed from Soul Power had fallen under some kind of control. They all shot straight toward him.
Boom, boom, boom!
Explosions rang out one after another, and flames swallowed Ye Wuqing in an instant.
The Referee had spotted something wrong early on. When Ye Wuqing took the first blast and still could not move, the Referee intervened. With the formidable defenses of a defense-type Soul Saint, he blocked the hundreds of blasts that followed.
At last, Ye Wuqing experienced the power of his own Soul Skill firsthand.
His teammate Shangguan Can was stunned by the sight of the Golden Leaves turning on their master. In that brief daze, Bei Bei closed in and battered him from both sides.
Bei Bei could not resist mental attacks the way Lu Yi could, so he had endured Shangguan Can's maddening bells throughout the match.
After Bei Bei had helped Lu Yi out of danger, Lu Yi had unexpectedly eliminated Ye Wuqing—with a weapon Ye Wuqing himself had made.
He had paid the man back in his own coin.
Lu Yi had dealt with Ye Wuqing, who littered Golden Leaves everywhere.
Now Bei Bei would teach Shangguan Can, the source of that racket, a proper lesson.
A left hook flew in, and Shangguan Can's tiny eyes sprang wide open.
After just one punch, Shangguan Can already wanted to surrender.
But Bei Bei's right hook slammed into his stomach before he could