"Alright, enough chit-chat, I've lit the incense, let's get started!" Yu Xiaogang said. "Both of you must give it your all in this match, otherwise, there will be no breakfast for the next week!"
Upon hearing that there might be no breakfast, everyone immediately became serious. Dai Mubai roared, activated his White Tiger Martial Soul, and launched his third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, before taking the initiative to stand at the front of the group.
Now that Qi Ling is not using her Soul Skill, and Dai Mubai has received Ning Rongrong's Soul Skill assistance, he is able to fight Qi Ling to a standstill for the time being.
Just as the two were fighting, Zhu Zhuqing appeared like a ghost from behind Qi Ling, launching Hell Stab on Qi Ling's back, determined to win the match in one fell swoop.
Qi Ling was naturally not going to be subdued by this simple combined technique. He shifted his body slightly to the side, dodging Zhu Zhuqing's thrust under his ribs, and then fell backward, using the move " Arhat Falls to the Ground " to successfully neutralize the two's attacks.
Zhu Zhuqing fell to the ground after being bumped by Qi Ling. Although she immediately got up and maintained her posture, Qi Ling took the opportunity to drag her back out of the two people's encirclement.
Dai Mubai wanted to give chase, but was blocked by Zhu Zhuqing's body and lost his chance.
Although she escaped danger, before Qi Ling could even catch her breath, a new attack followed!
After Ma Hongjun Martial Soul Possession, he ate Oscar's Flying Mushroom, and suddenly he seemed to turn into a real birdman, flapping his wings and flying into the sky.
"Hehe, Boss Qi, take this!" Ma Hongjun said, spitting out a flame from his mouth, which was his Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line.
Ma Hongjun's flames possess an extremely troublesome attachment property; once tainted, they are very difficult to extinguish and can spontaneously combust. Therefore, Qi Ling had no choice but to temporarily avoid his attacks and quickly move to evade his flames.
With Ma Hongjun's current Soul Power, if Qi Ling were wearing the Golden Sacred Dragon Armor, he could completely ignore the damage Ma Hongjun could cause him. However, without using his Soul Skill, Ma Hongjun would become a formidable enemy who could restrict him.
Therefore, Qi Ling had to deal with Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing while dodging Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line. The three of them, one main attacker, one secondary attacker, and one ranged attacker, made Qi Ling feel a bit of a headache.
" Brother San, is the time right? Can I make my move?" From the back of the formation, Xiao Wu excitedly asked Tang San, "Haha, I can't wait to surprise Brother Qi!"
"Don't rush, Xiao Wu. You are the key to our victory, because among us, only your wrestling skills can decide the outcome with a single blow," Tang San said calmly. "Wait until I create enough opportunities for you before you make your move!"
Tang San, as the strategist among them, had not yet used his Blue Silver Grass to make a move, precisely because he was waiting for the right opportunity!
Although Xiao Wu's wrestling skills could decide the outcome with a single blow, as long as Qi Ling remained on the ground, Xiao Wu's attacks would be unsuccessful.
Therefore, the opportunity Tang San needed to find was one that would cause Qi Ling's feet to leave the ground and lose the support of the earth! That would be the best time for Xiao Wu to make her move.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing had already received Tang San's hint, so while fighting Qi Ling, they led him to the place Tang San had designated.
When Qi Ling's feet touched the ground, Tang San thought to himself, "It's done!"
Then Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was activated instantly. On the ground beneath Qi Ling's feet, lush Blue Silver Grass instantly sprouted, lifting Qi Ling into the air.
From the very beginning of the battle, Tang San devised this plan for everyone, planting Blue Silver Grass seeds here in advance and doing everything he could to lure Qi Ling here.
This was naturally to create an opportunity for Xiao Wu, because once Xiao Wu's wrestling technique was activated, it was a decisive series of attacks, an ability that no one else possessed.
The moment Qi Ling was lifted into the air, he realized Tang San's plan. Sure enough, the next second Xiao Wu appeared behind Qi Ling, her long legs clamping around his neck.
"Hehe, Brother Qi, I'm sorry, we'll take the victory this time!" Xiao Wu said, activating her Soul Skill " Waist Bow " and throwing Qi Ling directly to the ground.
Xiao Wu used her most prized grappling technique, the Eight-Stage Throw! This is a grappling technique that, once used, will not stop midway and will continue for a full eight stages, hence its name.
Watching Xiao Wu dart through the air and throw Qi Ling like a sandbag, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but look pained. " Xiao San, you and Xiao Wu are pretty ruthless. Anyone who didn't know better would think you had a grudge against Boss Qi."
"These are the rules our eldest brother set for us. If we're going to spar, we have to go all out and attack with killing intent!" Tang San said.
"My brother said this is to let us get used to real combat beforehand. If we hold back in battle, we'll only lose!"
"Ah, this..." Ma Hongjun looked surprised, "I'm afraid only you siblings would have such a strange way of getting along!"
"Really? I don't find that strange at all." Tang San said, looking at Qi Ling in the arena, "Because no matter how seriously we take it, we've never officially defeated Big Brother even once!"
Xiao Wu's wild and violent Eight-Stage Throw finally ended when she slammed Qi Ling from the sky to the ground. She then nimbly retreated and jumped back into formation.
" Xiao Wu, didn't you go too far?" Dai Mubai hesitated. If it were him, the way he was thrown just now would either kill him or leave him paralyzed.
Before Xiao Wu could speak, Zhu Zhuqing said, "No, if that would solve the problem, he wouldn't be that person."
As if to verify Zhu Zhuqing's words, after she finished speaking, Qi Ling slowly moved her body, climbed out of the large pit in the ground, and gently rubbed her neck.
Ma Hongjun's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Qi Ling seemingly unharmed. "What the heck? Boss Qi is alright? Were we fighting a human or something?"
In fact, Qi Ling is not completely fine. His whole body is in pain, and his muscles are aching as they try to protect him. If he were to be subjected to this again, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on.
After all, Xiao Wu's Eight-Stage Throw, like her own Tyrant Dragon Fist, surpasses the damage tolerance limit of their level. Both are abilities that, once used, determine the outcome of the battle.
Qi Ling was unharmed because his True Dragon Body cultivation possessed extremely strong defensive capabilities, enough to withstand such damage.
Furthermore, the terrain here, with its elastic soil, helped Qi Ling absorb some of the power, making the damage he suffered far less terrifying than it appeared.
"Phew, Xiao Wu, haven't you heard the saying?" Qi Ling patted the dirt off her hair, "You can lose your head, but you can't mess up your hairstyle."
"Brother, I'm really angry!"