Chapter 355 The Fancy Peacock Plume, Level Five Defensive-Type Soul Tool
Xie Yue's voice reached everyone's ears.
"Actually, his strength is not bad, and his strange weapons are quite powerful. It's just that his Soul Power Level is too low, only level forty-one, which is quite a gap between him and us," Yan slowly commented.
"We still have one trump card left to play, and we've only used the Soul Tool once. If a real fight breaks out, he has no chance of winning. He's just a frog in a well, completely ignorant." Hu Liena slowly stepped forward and commented.
" Zhu Zhuqing, be careful, that kid is faking unconsciousness."
Zhu Zhuqing heard Snow Empress's voice. The next second, Tang San, who had been unconscious, disappeared. The next second, he put a certain distance between himself and the others, and suddenly a cylindrical object, about a foot long, appeared in his hand.
"I've been waiting for you all to come together. Bloom, Peacock Plume."
Suddenly, the cylinder in Tang San's hand emitted a loud metallic clang, and clusters of fine silver needles instantly condensed into a ball of silver light in the air, blooming with dazzling brilliance like a peacock spreading its tail.
The Peacock Plume is divided into three parts: the feather body, the inner mechanism, and the Hidden Weapon. The inner mechanism is the most difficult and complex to make. It contains 365 Hidden Weapon of 12 different types, all of which are needle- Hidden Weapon. When launched at once, they can cover an area of ten square meters, making them virtually inescapable, even for ghosts and gods.
Tang San spent all his money to barely make this Peacock Plume, and today, facing the Martial Soul Team, he had no choice but to use it.
The Peacock Plume burst into dazzling light in the air, scattering silver needles like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, and instantly shot towards the seven members of the Martial Soul Team. Yan, Xie Yue, and Hu Liena's expressions changed, and they all dodged and used their Defense-Model Soul Tool.
" Tang San, you're really courting death." A hint of anger flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. She hadn't expected Tang San to resort to such despicable means, actually taking advantage of her Kindness to launch a sneak attack.
Zhu Zhuqing let out a sharp cry, her body instantly transforming into a shadowy figure as she pounced on Tang San. Her speed was incredibly fast; a chilling aura seemed to move with her, slicing through the air with a piercing sound. However, Tang San was prepared. He unleashed all his Soul Power to perform the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, knowing that if he could just stall for time, he would surely win.
But the next second, Zhu Zhuqing grabbed Tang San's arm. Tang San felt his arm being enveloped by a cold aura and instantly lost all feeling.
He looked up and saw a cold glint in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, a chilling killing intent rushing towards him. "You think you've won?" Zhu Zhuqing said coldly. Before Tang San could answer, he felt a tremendous force coming from Zhu Zhuqing's hand, and he was instantly sent flying, tumbling several times in the air. Then Zhu Zhuqing rushed into the air, her sharp claws waving wildly.
Tang San tumbled through the air, feeling as if countless cold steel needles were piercing him, every inch of his skin stiffening with intense pain. He looked at Zhu Zhuqing, a nameless fear welling up inside him.
"No..."
Before Tang San could finish speaking, Zhu Zhuqing had already caught up with him.
Her body tumbled through the air, releasing a chilling aura that instantly enveloped Tang San. Zhu Zhuqing slammed her palm into Tang San 'Tang San chest, sending him flying with tremendous force, embedding himself directly into the arena floor. Zhu Zhuqing's body tumbled down as she slowly walked to the edge of the arena, looking at Tang San, who was embedded in the ground. Blood continued to spurt from Tang San's mouth, his body trembling violently, seemingly unable to move.
Do you think you've won?
Zhu Zhuqing's voice echoed in the silent air as she walked step by step toward Tang San, her eyes flashing with a cold light. Zhu Zhuqing slammed her palm against Tang San's chest, and a mouthful of black blood spurted from Tang San's mouth. His body trembled violently, but he did not lose consciousness, his eyes gleaming with indifference.
Even if I lose this battle, so what? The other six members of the Martial Soul Team will definitely die under the Peacock Plume.
"You don't really think we haven't done any research on you, do you?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at Tang San coldly.
Meanwhile, the six members of the Martial Soul Team were enveloped in a purple protective shield. The rain of hidden Hidden Weapon made a pleasant "clinking" sound when they touched the shield, but they could not penetrate it even slightly.
Tang San's gaze froze instantly. He stared at Zhu Zhuqing in disbelief, a fear he had never felt before welling up inside him. He knew his plan had completely failed. "The weapon you used is utterly useless against our Soul Tool," Zhu Zhuqing's voice was soft, but it lingered in Tang San's mind like a curse.
"If this weren't a competition, you wouldn't know how many times you would have died by now."
After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing picked Tang San up and threw him off the stage. Then she turned to look at the other six people.
The purple protective shield dissipated, and the six of them were already panting heavily. The power of the Peacock Plume was indeed very strong. If the six of them hadn't used their Soul Power at the same time to activate the Level Five Defensive-Type Soul Tool that Zhu Zhuqing had given them before the competition, they probably would have been seriously injured by the Hidden Weapon, or even died on the spot.
"Thanks to Miss Zhu Zhuqing, otherwise we really would have been defeated by a Soul Ancestor this time," Yan said slowly, panting heavily.
The referee then went on stage and announced the victory of the Spirit Hall Academy, while Yan returned the Defensive-Type Soul Tool to Zhu Zhuqing.
" Zhu Zhuqing so much, Miss Zhuqing. I really have to thank you this time."
Just then, Yu Xiaogang's voice rang out again from below the arena, "I protest! Your Spirit Hall committed intentional murder!"
When everyone turned around, they discovered that Jing Ling, who had been on stage, had died sometime during the Shrek Academy tour.
"Does your Martial Soul Team really have no sense of restraint when you make a move?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at the seven members of the Martial Soul Team with righteous indignation.
A flicker of displeasure crossed Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. " Yu Xiaogang, aren't you going a bit too far? Our Martial Soul Team was competing according to the rules. How can you accuse us of intentional killing? Are you sure that Jing Ling's death was caused by our Martial Soul Team?"
Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage, unable to utter a word. He knew the rules of the competition, of course, but he also knew that Jing Ling's death was clearly a deliberate act by the Martial Soul Team. "Don't try to deny it," Flender said expressionlessly, though he was also extremely angry. As a teacher, he certainly didn't want to see his students get hurt under his watch.
(End of this chapter)