Blue Silver Pivot Heart
By the time the three returned to the Shrek Academy, it was completely dark.
From afar, I could see a figure standing at the college gate, with a straight back and light blue hair.
Xiao Wu recognized the figure at a glance, and skipped over to him, her scorpion braid swinging behind her. "Third Brother! What are you doing standing here?"
Tang San's expression visibly relaxed when he saw Xiao Wu running over. "It's nothing, I was just standing here getting some fresh air. What were you guys doing?"
Wang Xingyu stood behind, unfolding his fan and gently waving it. Get some fresh air? Standing at the academy gate for fresh air this late at night—that's a worse excuse than anything else. This Little San is still a bit too thin-skinned.
"Xingyu and I went for a walk, and we even taught a bad guy a lesson!" Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips, raised her chin slightly, and shook her head smugly.
Tang San frowned slightly, his gaze first falling on Xiao Wu, then turning to Wang Xingyu. "Are you two alright?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Hongjun, who was standing nearby, immediately objected.
He waved his arms exaggeratedly in the night wind, deliberately raising his voice. "Hey, hey, hey! There were clearly three people! Tang San, why did you only ask about two? Didn't you see me standing right here? I went too! I taught the bad guys a lesson too!"
Tang San was momentarily silent after being yelled at, his gaze shifting from Wang Xingyu to Ma Hongjun's face. "Excuse me, Ma Hongjun, are you alright?"
"I'll let it slide this time!" Ma Hongjun waved his hand, put his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and forced a smug expression onto his bruised and swollen face. "With me here, nothing's going to happen! I'll just roast a chicken with one hand!"
Tang San's expression visibly faltered—he didn't understand what "roast chicken" meant. But he didn't press for details, simply nodding to see that Xiao Wu and Wang Xingyu didn't appear injured. "It's good that you're alright."
Seven days later, at the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena.
The eight Shrek members stood at the door, each holding a folding fan.
Each fan depicts a person's Martial Soul. Zhu Zhuqing's fan features a pitch-black Hell Spirit Cat. Ning Rongrong's fan depicts a seven-story glazed pagoda. Dai Mubai's fan features a majestic White Tiger's head. Oscar's fan features the three types of sausages he can summon.
Ma Hongjun painted a plump phoenix on the fan, with crooked flames on its tail. He said it was a phoenix, but Oscar said it was a hen on fire.
On Xiao Wu's fan is a Soft Bone Rabbit under a red moon, its silvery-white fur shimmering faintly in the moonlight.
On Tang San's fan was a Blue Silver Grass.
Wang Xingyu's fan only had the two characters "Tang Sect" on it, nothing else.
Ma Hongjun leaned closer, waving his fan painted with a fat phoenix, then looked at Wang Xingyu's fan, which only had words on it, and asked curiously, "Brother Yu, why don't you have anything painted on your fan?"
"You all have paintings, but I haven't. Doesn't that make me the center of attention?" Wang Xingyu unfolded his fan and waved it in front of his chest.
Ma Hongjun looked shocked. "You can do that?"
"Haha, just kidding. This is also for promoting the Tang Sect, and besides, Little San and I both have Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, which is redundant. His is enough."
"Oh, okay then."
The Grandmaster was already waiting at the entrance of the Soul Fighting Arena. He glanced at everyone, his gaze lingering for a moment on the fans in each person's hand, but he didn't comment on the fans and went straight to announcing the rules.
"Each person must participate in a one-on-one battle every day. Combat-type Soul Master are required to participate. Support System Soul Masters must participate in one two-on-two battle every day. Everyone must participate in the daily team battle, but one person can rest. You can take turns."
Wang Xingyu closed his fan. The Grandmaster's arrangement was the same as in the original work—except that there were eight people, with one person taking turns to rest.
Our team is called the Shrek Eight Monsters.
Wang Xingyu paused for a moment, his fan still in his hand. "Shrek Eight Monsters." He repeated the name to himself twice, feeling a bit awkward pronouncing it. Perhaps he'd heard "Shrek Seven Monsters" too many times. But eight monsters it was, anyway, the extra one was himself.
The Grandmaster instructed everyone to conceal their faces, wear masks, and use nicknames to participate, prohibiting the revelation of their real names. He gave everyone nicknames, similar to those in the original story.
Evil Eye White Tiger, Thousand-Hand Asura, Sausage Monopoly, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile, Blazing Fire Phoenix, Hell Spirit Cat.
However, Xiao Wu transformed into the Soft Bone Moon Rabbit. When it was Wang Xingyu's turn, the Grandmaster glanced at him and said, "Blue Silver Pivot Heart."
Wang Xingyu shook the closed fan. "Blue Silver Pivot Heart," the name was good, and the image suited him; he had no objections.
Xiao Wu leaned closer and whispered, "Xingyu, your nickname is quite nice."
The group entered the Soul Fighting Arena.
The scene before my eyes slowly overlapped with images from my memory.
In his previous life, he watched through a screen as the Shrek Seven Devils donned their masks and entered the Soul Fighting Arena; the seven figures behind them could not conceal the storm they were about to unleash.
There are eight people standing here now, plus himself. He is now called Blue Silver Pivot Heart.
Upon entering the Soul Fighting Arena to register, the eight people were divided into four groups.
Wang Xingyu and Ma Hongjun are already known as the "Fat Fish Combination." Although the name isn't cool at all, it's a fait accompli since they've been locked into the Soul Fighting Arena system. Changing their names is too expensive, and neither of them is willing to pay that amount.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing have already teamed up before, so there's no need to switch. That leaves Dai Mubai and Oscar as one team, Tang San and Ning Rongrong as another.
After three months of intensive training, everyone was a completely different person. Moreover, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Wang Xingyu all had Second Soul Ring of a thousand years, a configuration that was basically unmatched by anyone of the same level.
When the Grandmaster was registering at the registration desk, he specifically reminded everyone to avoid using their skills if possible, as concealing one's strength is also a tactic.
The Fat Fish Combination is going into battle against a classic combination of an Agility Attack System and Support System.
Agility Attack System Soul Master are extremely fast, while Support System Soul Masters specialize in stacking buffs on teammates. This strategy is common in 2v2 matches—first, the support applies full buffs to the Agility Attack System, then the Agility Attack System uses their speed to quickly eliminate one opponent.
But the Fat Fish Combination has a simpler way of dealing with this style of play: they don't need to be faster than their opponents, they just need to prevent their opponents from getting close at all.
As soon as the battle began, Wang Xingyu's Blue Silver Grass quietly extended, with one branch wrapping around Ma Hongjun's thick waist. Soul Power flowed continuously into Ma Hongjun's body through the Blue Silver Grass.
Ma Hongjun felt a surge of heat rise suddenly from his dantian, and the Phoenix Flame around his body shot up abruptly as if they had been doused with oil.
He had experienced this feeling countless times during the three months of training, but on the real battlefield, the explosive feeling brought about by the infusion of Soul Power into his body always excited him instantly.
"Getting hyped!" Ma Hongjun roared, puffing out his cheeks. The first Phoenix Fire Line shot out from his mouth, the crimson flames drawing a scorching arc under the lights of the Soul Fighting Arena, heading straight for the face of the Agility Attack System Soul Master opposite him.
The Agility Attack System Soul Master had just finished casting his support speed boost and was about to push off with his foot to create distance and flank from behind when he was forced to make a sharp turn by the line of fire.
Without pause, the second line of fire followed immediately. Then came the third, and the fourth.
Ma Hongjun was like a tireless artillery piece, spewing out crimson Phoenix Fire Line one after another from its mouth, completely disregarding tactics and simply using pure firepower suppression.
The Agility Attack System Soul Master on the opposite side was forced to dodge left and right by the fire, and several times he tried to take a detour to break through, but was forced back by the fire line.
The Support System Soul Master fared even worse. He wanted to add another buff to his teammate, but before the buff could even reach them, he got his sleeves burned by a line of fire and frantically patted the ground.
"Hahahaha! Awesome!" Ma Hongjun was getting carried away, his cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish, his gunfire continuously gushing out as he roared excitedly, "Come on! Look at Fatty's gunfire! Hahahaha!"
Wang Xingyu raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped Ma Hongjun on the back of the head without any mercy. The force wasn't heavy, but it made Ma Hongjun stagger forward half a step, and the half-finished flame in his mouth was swallowed back down, turning into a wisp of black smoke that floated out from his mouth.
"Aim at one point. Do you think my Soul Power is limitless?" Wang Xingyu's voice was calm but tinged with pain—in just a short while, nearly half of his own Soul Power was gone.
If this continues, I'll have to use my Second Soul Skill.