The members of the Star Luo Royal Academy Second Team quickly unleashed their respective defensive skills. In an instant, the Soul Fighting Arena was filled with flashing light and deafening explosions.
Hu Liena and Xie Yue exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.
The Soul Power within the two surged wildly, instantly merging together, and the Demon Charm phantom reappeared, while blood-red mist rapidly spread throughout the entire area.
The members of the Star Luo Royal Academy Second Team suddenly felt a darkness before their eyes, and an immense pressure rushed towards them. Their movements became sluggish, and the circulation of their Soul Power was greatly hindered.
Dai Mubai roared, trying to break through the eerie red mist, but found that his strength seemed to have been drained, and every step he took was extremely difficult.
Zhu Zhuqing's Nether Civet Martial Soul was almost useless in the red mist, and she could only rely on instinct to evade the enemy's attacks.
Tang San, relying on the powerful mental strength of his Purple Demon Eye, could barely make out some of the scenery within the red mist. He continuously used Blue Silver Grass for defense and counterattack, but against the powerful pressure of the Demon Charm, his attacks were of little effect.
Under the cover of the red mist, the members of the Spirit Hall Academy Team launched an even fiercer attack on the Star Luo Royal Academy Second Team.
One by one, the members of the Star Luo Royal Academy Second Team fell down. In the end, only Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San were left on the field, struggling to hold on.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing stood back to back, their bodies covered in wounds. Although their eyes were filled with resentment, it was gradually replaced by despair.
Tang San gritted his teeth, activated his Purple Demon Eye at full power, and poured all his Soul Power into the Blue Silver Grass, attempting to break through the red mist's blockade.
However, the Demon Charm's attacks were relentless, shattering his attacks time and time again. In the end, Tang San exhausted his last bit of strength and was sent flying by the Demon Charm's powerful force, crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing also lost their fighting ability in the subsequent attack. Upon seeing this, the referee immediately declared the Spirit Hall Academy Team the winner.
As the red mist gradually dissipated, the members of the Spirit Hall Academy Team stood proudly on the field, receiving cheers from the audience.
The members of the Star Luo Royal Academy Second Team were carried off the field, their eyes filled with frustration and resentment. This defeat made them deeply aware of the gap between themselves and top teams.
Tang San clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with the most resentment.
His strength was far from limited to this, because he also possessed a second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, and with Tang Hao's help, he absorbed two Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
He currently possesses a total of six Soul Skill, but due to the feud between Tang Hao and the Spirit Hall, his father, Tang Hao, warned him before his departure not to reveal his Second Martial Soul, otherwise there would be big trouble, so he could only endure it.
Otherwise, how could they have been defeated so quickly?
Of course, even if Tang San used the Clear Sky Hammer, his chances of defeating the Spirit Hall Academy Team were slim, because he was just one person and his Soul Power Level was only around level 40. Even with the Clear Sky Hammer, his combat power would be at most comparable to Soul King. Apart from Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, his teammates were all of mediocre talent and far inferior to the Shrek Seven Devils.
With this lineup, defeating the Spirit Hall Academy Team is simply a pipe dream.
Therefore, defeat was to be expected.
With the conclusion of the semi-finals.
The final match has finally begun.
The Spirit Hall Academy Team faces off against the Imperial Fighting Team.
The match was scheduled for the morning of the following day, after which the Spirit Hall Academy Team withdrew to rest.
On the way back, they encountered the Imperial Fighting Team, who had come to watch the match.
Yan, a member of the Golden Generation, walked at the very front of the team, dark red flames dancing on his hair, enveloping the figures of the six team members behind him in a crimson halo.
"So you're Yu Tianheng, the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team. I've heard you're very strong, but unfortunately, no matter how strong you are, you can't beat us!" Yan suddenly stopped, his gaze sweeping across the crowd and locking onto Yu Tianheng, the core player of the Imperial Fighting Team. "I advise you to admit defeat in tomorrow's match as soon as possible, or you'll suffer a terrible fate!"
Yu Tianheng's muscles, hidden beneath his dark robe, suddenly tensed. This genius from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan slowly raised his head, his pupils flashing with lightning.
He looked at Yan with disdain.
How dare some clueless clown, some nobody, provoke me?
Are you tired of living?!
Behind him, Dugu Yan's Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul emitted a ghostly light.
Seeing this, Yan burst into laughter, his fiery Martial Soul erupting from his back, transforming him into a ball of burning blood flame. "What, you still want to make a move?"
"Let me give you a piece of advice: this is Spirit City, our territory. If you..."
Before he finished speaking, Yu Tianheng's figure had already disappeared from the spot.
With a piercing shriek as the air was torn apart, Yu Tianheng's right fist, carrying the force of Thunder, slammed down. This blow even caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the marble floor beneath his feet, and those around could even see the faint phantom of a dragon's head emerging from the dust kicked up by the fist's wind.
Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and his flame Martial Soul instantly expanded to three times its original size, with lava-like patterns appearing on his dark red gauntlets. The moment the two fists collided, the shockwave spread outwards like a hurricane, knocking away nearby Soul Master.
"Boom!"
As the aftershocks subsided, blood trickled from the corner of Yan's mouth, and he staggered backward, leaving several charred footprints on the ground beneath his feet.
Yu Tianheng stood firmly in place, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "These elites from the Spirit Hall are nothing special."
"You!" Flames erupted around Yan, but Xie Yue stopped him with a hand. The chief Soul Master of the Golden Generation smiled and swept his gaze over the Royal Fighters: "Why fight now? Save your strength, let's settle this on the field."
After saying that, he turned and left.
As the Spirit Hall members turned and left, Yu Tianheng withdrew his fist, tiny arcs of electricity still crackling between his knuckles. He watched the departing figures of the Spirit Hall Academy Team and muttered, "Overestimating themselves!"
The following day, the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament came to its final battle.
The Spirit Hall Academy Team will face off against the Imperial Fighting Team.
Spirit City, the shouts of 100,000 spectators poured down like boiling lava from the twelve floating viewing platforms surrounding the arena.
Eight Knights of the Martial Soul Temple, clad in gilded emblems, raised their scepters, creating a sacred barrier for the upcoming finals.
"This will be the most dazzling showdown among the new Soul Master World!" The commentator's voice, imbued with Soul Power, resonated throughout the arena. "On one side is the Spirit Hall Academy, led by the Golden Generation, their battle flag embroidered with the crimson mark of twenty-nine consecutive victories; on the other side is the Imperial Fighting Team, whose captain, Yu Tianheng, is the strongest Soul Master in this year's Soul Master Tournament..."
In the VIP section, the seats of the seven elders of the Spirit Hall slowly rose, and a thousand golden beams of light intertwined behind them to form the phantom of Six-Winged Angel.
Pope Bibi Dong sat at the head of the table, gazing at the contestants' passage, a faint smile playing on her lips.