The battle ended abruptly, almost abruptly. The chilling atmosphere and fluctuations of Soul Power that filled the air quickly dissipated, leaving behind a strong sense of anticlimacticness.
Dai Mubai was the first to dispel the Martial Soul Possession. His tall body was slightly hunched, his hands were on his knees, his chest heaved violently, and he was panting heavily. Sweat dripped down his forehead. The enormous burden brought about by activating the " White Tiger Vajra Transformation " and the long period of high-intensity confrontation had almost drained his Soul Power and physical strength.
In contrast, Lin Kong merely retrieved the Eight Spider Lances and the Dark Blue Silver Grass, his expression unchanged, his breathing steady, and not even a hint of disorder in his breathing, as if the fierce battle just now was merely an easy warm-up for him.
This is not surprising. Most of the time, he only uses the Eight Spider Lances for offense and defense, mainly consuming the reserve Soul Power stored in the External Soul Bone. His own Soul Power loss is negligible, so he is naturally calm and composed at this moment.
" Lin Kong!" Tang San finally broke free from the stalemate of the Hidden Weapon exchange, his face ashen, his voice distorted with suppressed anger, "What exactly do you mean?"
Lin Kong casually dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, looked up at the words, and said in a calm but clear tone, "Isn't the meaning quite obvious? I just want to beat you up."
"You..." Tang San was so choked by this undisguised bluntness that he felt a lump in his throat.
Before he could say anything more, Lin Kong was too lazy to pay attention and casually waved his hand forward.
The members of the Imperial Fighting Team, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, immediately understood the signal.
Yu Tianheng's lips curled into a cold smile as he stepped forward. With each step, the pressure of his Soul Power intensified. "Now, it's our turn to have some fun."
Yu Feng flexed his wrists, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yeah, my hands are itching to get started after watching for so long!"
Osler let out an undisguised sneer, "Haha, I've disliked these two guys for a long time. Perfect opportunity to help Lin Kong vent his anger!"
The two brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, remained silent, but their sturdy bodies pressed forward like moving mountains, their silent power making one's heart sink.
Five Soul Elder level experts simultaneously released faint battle intent, enveloping the two remaining Shrek members in the arena.
The last trace of color drained from Tang San and Dai Mubai's faces, leaving only a despairing ashen white. They were easily suppressed by Lin Kong in a one-on-one fight, and now they had to fight five against one. The outcome was self-evident.
Lin Kong's gaze swept past them, landing on the other two still hesitating on the sidelines. His tone was as casual as if he were asking about the weather, "Fatty, Little Ao, you guys... you don't want to get beaten up along with them, right?"
"No, no! Absolutely not!" Ma Hongjun jolted awake, shaking his head like a rattle-drum. The flames on his body went out, and his Martial Soul was directly dispelled. He gave Lin Kong a sheepish smile, then lowered his head and tiptoed towards the edge of the Soul Fighting Arena, trying to sneak out of the battle circle.
" Ma Hongjun!" Tang San turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as a knife, and shouted sternly.
Ma Hongjun froze, but didn't dare turn around. He simply quickened his pace, pretending he hadn't heard anything.
Tang San then placed his last hope on Oscar, his voice trembling slightly and strained with forced authority. " Oscar, what about you?"
Oscar's face paled. He glanced at the menacing Emperor Dou team, then at the isolated and helpless Tang San and Dai Mubai. He swallowed hard, his voice weak but clear. "I... I'm just a Food System Soul Master... I..."
"Are you going to abandon your teammates?!" Tang San's voice suddenly rose, trying to bind him with a sense of responsibility.
These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Oscar shuddered violently, then, as if making a firm decision, shouted with all his might, "I surrender! I give up! I withdraw from this Soul Fighting!"
After shouting, he didn't look back and practically tumbled off the Soul Fighting Arena, not daring to linger for even a moment longer.
At this point, on the vast Soul Fighting Stage, only Tang San and Dai Mubai, whose Soul Power was almost exhausted, remained standing on Shrek's side.
Two people faced off against five main members of the Imperial Fighting Team, who were well-rested and highly motivated.
The outcome of the next "sparring match" is obvious to anyone with a brain—it will be a one-sided, merciless crushing defeat, with a very, very miserable result.
Yu Tianheng had already cracked his knuckles, his smile dangerous, "You two, don't you dare admit defeat now. That would be such a spoilsport."
Osler was even more direct, pointing at Tang San with a face full of disdain. "You two clowns, today we'll settle this score for Lin Kong and for our Yanzi!"
The footsteps of the Shi Mo and the Shi Mo have already formed a subtle encirclement.
They were in a desperate situation with no way out.
A flash of lightning appeared in Yu Tianheng's eyes, and he shouted, " Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, possess me!" Arcs of electricity leaped around his body, his right arm Dragon Transformation, covered with blue-purple scales, its claws ferocious, and its domineering aura soared into the sky.
With a sweep of his arms, Yu Feng unleashed a surge of azure Soul Power amidst a clear chime. " Wind Chime Bird, possess me!" Azure wings sprouted from his back, making him light and swift.
Osler crouched slightly, like a cheetah poised to pounce, black light surging within him. " Ghost Leopard, possess me!" His hands transformed into sharp claws, his eyes flashing with an eerie green light, his aura becoming dangerous and mysterious.
The two brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo, remained silent, but at the same time, a thick, earthy-yellow light shone from their bodies, and a solid tortoise shell phantom appeared behind them—it was the top-tier defensive Martial Soul — the Black Tortoise!
The five Soul Elder simultaneously Martial Soul Possession, and the powerful Soul Power fluctuations, mixed with the might of dragons, gales, shadows, and the heaviness of mountains, crushed towards the two remaining people in the center of the arena.
At this moment, Dai Mubai and Tang San felt difficulty breathing, and their legs went slightly weak uncontrollably. It was the body's instinctive reaction after their Soul Power and aura were completely suppressed.
"I surrender! I surrender!" Dai Mubai no longer cared about saving face and shouted hoarsely before the other party could make a move. He had no doubt that if he had been a second later, he would have been completely swept up in this storm, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Yu Tianheng glanced at him coldly and waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a fly. "Get out of here."
Dai Mubai felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He suppressed the humiliation surging in his heart, lowered his head, and retreated unsteadily to the edge of the Soul Fighting Arena. He turned his back and dared not look again.
Now, only Tang San remains on the stage, facing five menacing enemies alone.
"As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn! Today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!" Tang San hardened his heart and immediately said, "I admit defeat!"
However, he had barely finished speaking—
"Did I tell you to admit defeat?!" Yu Tianheng's voice was filled with anger and sarcasm. His figure rushed over like lightning, and his Dragon Transformation fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, mercilessly smashed into his face!