Imperial Fighting Team vs. Eight Desolations Battle Team (Five)
"That's about it."
Lin Chen thought to himself.
Just as Xi Ba charged at him again, he suddenly stopped dodging.
The Chaos Shield was fully extended.
Bang! The rhinoceros horn slammed into the shield.
The gray light shield dented instantly, and Lin Chen took half a step back, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
But he didn't retreat. He placed his hands on the shield, unleashing the full Power of Chaos.
"Chaos Suppression, Conclude!"
The gray force field suddenly contracted, concentrating entirely on Xi Ba alone.
Like a mountain pressing down, the Xi Ba's momentum suddenly faltered.
Now!
"Tian Heng!" Lin Chen roared.
Yu Tianheng, who had been waiting for this moment, suddenly charged forward.
"Third Soul Skill, Thunderous Fury!"
Purple lightning Entanglement his body like a python. He leaped into the air, gathering all his Soul Power in his right claw, and with a crackling sound of thunder, he fiercely grabbed Xi Ba's side—there, precisely, was the opening in the Rhino-Horned Tyrant Dragon's Soul Power circulation.
Sizzle--
Lightning raged.
"Ugh--"
Xi Ba let out a painful roar, its massive body staggering and falling heavily to the ground.
He struggled to stand up, but the Soul Power node on his side was broken, half of his body was numb, and his Soul Power could not circulate smoothly.
Lin Chen followed closely behind, Teleportation in front of him and touching his brow with his fingertip.
A faint spatial force surged in, causing his consciousness to swell.
Xi Ba shook his head, but ultimately couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed heavily to the ground, unconscious.
"Team leader!"
The Man Xun was shocked and was about to rush over when he heard two muffled thuds behind him.
The Shi Mo and Shi Mo brothers had somehow gotten up, one on the left and one on the right, and "Turtle Shell Charge!" The two dark golden tortoise shells slammed hard into the Rock Turtle.
The Man Xun's defenses had already been greatly reduced due to the disappearance of Fu Yun's amplification, and this impact caused it to stagger forward two steps.
Yu Tianheng retaliated with a bolt of lightning that struck him squarely in the chest.
Man Xun a muffled groan and knelt down on the ground.
The remaining Ni Aos and Yan Ling'er, who had just gotten up, lost all fighting spirit when they saw their captain fall.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Dugu Yan spread out the poisonous fog and slowly drifted over. The two of them took a breath, and instantly their hands and feet went numb, making them unable to stand steadily.
Xiao Wu rushed over and kicked them both to the ground.
All seven were defeated.
Silence reigned on the Soul Fighting arena.
A few breaths later, a deafening roar of cheers erupted, instantly igniting the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
"Imperial Fighting! Imperial Fighting!"
"Lin Chen! Lin Chen!"
Countless spectators stood up, raised their arms and shouted, their voices so loud that the dome trembled slightly.
Turning the tide in a desperate situation!
From the collapse of the front line and the entire team being in a hopeless situation, to Lin Chen's intervention, cutting through the back line, maneuvering, and eliminating them one by one, and finally coordinating with the front line to counterattack, he single-handedly turned a seemingly hopeless situation into a viable one!
This isn't a competition; this is a textbook example of a comeback from the brink of defeat!
The host was stunned for a long time before excitedly announcing, "I declare! In this team match, Imperial Fighting Team wins! They have successfully challenged a higher-level opponent!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cheers surged once again.
In the private room number one, Xue Qinghe clapped softly.
The warm applause was particularly clear in the quiet private room.
A smile played on his lips as his gaze fell upon the young man on the Soul Fighting stage, his admiration undisguised.
"Well done, Lin Chen." He spoke slowly, "Remaining calm in dire straits, striking with precision, and controlling the rhythm perfectly. Such composure is rare for a twelve-year-old."
"Your Highness means..." the attendant asked, bowing.
"Make the arrangements." Xue Qinghe stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the cheering crowd below. "After the competition, send an invitation in my name to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Invite our young friend Lin Chen to a banquet at the Crown Prince's residence in three days. I... wish to meet him in person."
"Yes."
At the edge of the Soul Fighting Arena, Qin Ming, Lin Wuyuan, and Wang Ze came forward, their faces beaming with smiles of relief after surviving a calamity.
"Good lad! You scared me to death! I thought we were going to lose!" Qin Ming patted Lin Chen on the shoulder and laughed heartily. "A comeback from the brink of defeat, is your heart made of iron? Not worried at all?"
Lin Chen smiled and was about to speak when Xiao Wu came skipping over and grabbed his arm, "Brother Lin Chen, you're amazing! I was so worried when you rushed out!"
Ye Lingling also walked over and bowed slightly. "Thank you Lin Chen, and... thank you, Xiao Wu."
Yu Tianheng also walked over, his chest wound still throbbing, but his expression was very serious. "You deserve the most credit for this victory. I'm convinced."
Lin Chen shook his head. "Team battles rely on everyone. It was thanks to the good opportunities you all created that I had the chance to flank the backline."
The group exchanged smiles, their previous fatigue and injuries largely dispelled by the joy of victory.
The points were tallied up quickly.
Having successfully completed the challenge against a higher-level opponent, the Imperial Fighting Team was immediately promoted to the Bronze Soul Fighter Team.
One by one, brand-new Bronze Soul Fighter badges were handed to everyone.
Lin Chen weighed the bronze badge in his hand; it was heavier than the iron badge and had an antique bronze sheen.
The noise in the Great Soul Arena lingered for Jiujiu. When the Imperial Fighting Team members left, the passageways on both sides were crowded with spectators who were still eager for more.
Many people craned their necks, eager to see the young captain who had turned the tide in such a desperate situation.
Some people shouted Lin Chen's name, while others offered him spiritual herbs and low-level Soul Tool through the railing, hoping to make his acquaintance. Several deacons from small sects crowded at the entrance of the passage, clutching their name cards and speaking respectfully, hoping to establish a relationship with this genius young man.
Lin Chen nodded indifferently to all of them, and had Qin Ming accept the visiting cards on his behalf, without lingering any longer.
With the guards of the Soul Fighting Arena leading the way, the group slowly walked out of the main gate. The long street still retained the warmth of the daytime, and the evening breeze, carrying the aroma of street food stalls, finally dispelled the heat and fighting spirit.
"Goodness, after this match, our Imperial Fighting Team has truly made a name for itself in Heaven Dou City." Qin Ming walked ahead, clutching a thick stack of name cards, and turned back with a smile. "Those deacons from those sects all wanted to cooperate with our team, and some even wanted to send their direct disciples to audit classes at the academy, but I turned them all down. Your focus now should be on cultivation and the competition; don't let these mundane matters distract you."
Yu Tianheng nodded, the lingering warmth of the lightning still clinging to his fingertips, the bruise on his chest still throbbing, yet his fighting spirit remained undiminished. "What's the next plan? Shall we strike while the iron is hot and have a few more team matches?"
"No rush." Qin Ming waved his hand, his expression solemn. "We just finished a tough battle, and everyone is injured. Let them rest for a few days. After all, they've only just reached the Bronze Soul Fighter level. Their upcoming opponents are all seasoned veterans at the Bronze Soul Fighter level, and each match will be more difficult than the last. We can't rush things."
Everyone nodded in agreement. The battle just now was fierce. The Shi Mo Shi Mo brothers suffered meridian injuries and would need at least three days to recover. Yu Tianheng's rhinoceros horn Soul Power impact on his chest would also need to be slowly resolved. Ye Lingling's Soul Power was overdrawn and she would also need to quietly repair herself.