Since Xiao Hongchen fell a step later, according to the competition rules, the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy had to be declared the winner of the match.
Hao Tingkun and his group rushed onto the competition stage, then slowly lifted Xiao Hongchen, who had fainted on the ground, and took him away from the competition venue to receive treatment.
The same applies to the Body Sect.
"I estimate the captain's injuries won't heal for at least three or four days."
After taking the injured Meng Hongchen to the medical room, Hong Xiaodong returned to the waiting area, his face filled with worry.
Hao Tingkun chuckled dismissively, "Tch! What's there to be afraid of? Wasn't Long Xiaochen from their Body Sect also seriously injured? He'll probably be bedridden for three or four days at most."
Zhao Shuting agreed, saying, "There's really nothing to be afraid of. Their two strongest members from the Body Sect team have already been eliminated."
"If we succeed in the next round, second place will be a piece of cake, won't it?"
The other members of the Sun Moon Team nodded and said, "Let's cheer each other on. Even if we don't win the championship this time, let's get second place. At least we won't let our captain's efforts go to waste."
The group pressed their hands together, then pressed them down forcefully, shouting, " Sun Moon Team, victory is assured!"
In the remaining individual elimination rounds, the players of the Sun Moon Team were all holding back their best efforts.
In particular, Hao Tingkun and Zhao Shuting each achieved a two-for-one trade, securing a chance for victory for the remaining members of the Sun Moon Team.
Just as Zhao Shuting said, in these matches, the Body Sect's advantage became less obvious after the absence of the powerful Long Xiaochen.
The fat guy in the audience named A Mu smiled smugly, "Feng, now you have nothing to say, right?"
"Hmph! A Mu, this is nothing! After the individual elimination rounds, there's still the team competition. Just wait and see, the Body Sect will definitely win."
"Then I'll wait and see." A Mu shook his head, somewhat amused and exasperated. Feng was good in every way, except that he got carried away easily.
However, he's staked half his fortune on it, so it's no wonder he's so determined.
For A Mu, gambling in moderation is harmless. He never bets very large, so winning makes him happy and losing isn't a big deal.
After the individual elimination rounds ended, the Sun Moon Team had secured a narrow victory. Next, they had a team match against the Body Sect. If they won, they would advance to the finals.
When both sides stepped onto the competition stage, one person was conspicuously absent from both sides: neither team's captain came up to the stage.
In an instant, the score became six to six, and the referee waved his hand.
"The team match has officially begun!"
Since all the players in the main body have been equipped with Flying Soul Tool, the Sun Moon Team's airspace advantage has vanished.
Before the team competition began, the Sun Moon Team had already discussed and changed their battle strategy. They did not rush forward, nor did they take to the sky.
Instead, they released their Martial Soul and Soul Ring one by one, and the intense fluctuations of Soul Power caused the air to groan.
The metal disc was thrown to the ground while remaining stationary, producing a metallic scraping sound.
Hao Tingkun and Zhao Shuting simultaneously transformed into Soul Tool Turret, waiting in place.
The others, wielding soul-guided shields, formed a cone-shaped formation, firmly protecting the two in the center.
Immediately following with several "whoosh" sounds, numerous cannonballs soared into the air, locking onto the group of people from the Body Sect as if they had eyes.
A man named Yang Xi'an from the Body Sect was the first to rush forward, with a pair of incredibly large hands attached to the ends of his original arms.
If you look closely, that's just an illusion; it's actually his Body Martial Soul —his two arms!
"Boom!"
The cracking sound reverberated through the air, and many people couldn't help but cover their ears, demonstrating just how loud it was.
The countless palm prints multiplied as if they were free, eventually forming a "wall" about five or six meters in diameter, its bronze color dazzlingly bright.
This is Yang Xi'an's fifth Soul Skill, Thousand Mountain Hands.
Transforming his palm print into a defensive wall is still the third form of his Body Martial Soul, which is the initial form. If it successfully mutates into the second form, it will be even more incredible.
Currently, among this group of young people, only their captain Long Xiaochen, has managed to break through to the second stage of his Body Martial Soul.
The shells flying towards them all hit them, while the rest of the Body Sect took cover inside the walls.
As soon as the Sun Moon Team finished their first wave of attacks, the Body Sect team seized the opportunity, and a man with long black hair instantly took to the air.
His black hair grew longer and longer until it lifted him off the ground, then transformed into a lithe, long snake that swept across the sky and stabbed towards the Sun Moon Team.
A fierce battle between the Body Martial Soul and the Soul Guidance Technology is unfolding.
Both sides displayed their unique skills, but the Sun Moon Team showed an unprecedented fighting spirit.
Despite the opponent's immense power crashing into the shield, they were still desperately holding on.
The endless strands of hair were like a cage, trying to imprison them.
However, despite being bombarded with shells, they remained a considerable distance away from them.
" Ten Thousand Bones Emerge!"
Thick, white bones grew from his body, and the member of the Body Sect pressed his hands to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, a sharp bone spike, more than ten meters long and five or six meters high, rose from the hard ground.
"Stop them! Xiaodong, smash these bones!"
"Receive!"
Finally, after nearly an hour of fighting, only two dilapidated Soul Tool Turret and the three trembling members of the Body Sect, supporting each other, remained on the scene.
As the last two shells flew out, the three members of the Body Sect had no way to dodge, because these shells also had a lock-on function, not to mention that they had completely exhausted their strength.
"Boom!"
The three members of the Body Sect were instantly blasted away and crashed to the ground, unconscious.
After dismantling the Soul Tool Turret form, Hao Tingkun and Zhao Shuting supported each other and then burst into laughter.
"We won! We finally won!"
"Yes, it's just a pity..."
"What's a pity?"
Hao Tingkun shook his head with a wry smile, "It's a pity this isn't the finals, and the opponent isn't Shrek Academy."
Yes, even though they won against the Body Sect in this match, they can only get second place in the tournament this time.
Just like in the previous Soul Fighting Tournament, I can only be second place again.
If things continue like this, perhaps in the near future, the martial arts world will bestow upon their Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy the title of "perennial runner-up".
That's a bit undignified.
This time, the fat guy in the audience laughed even harder!
Compared to him, the person sitting next to him glared angrily and shouted, "Why? Why?!"
(End of this chapter)