The floodgates were open. A continuous series of even denser and louder farts rang out like firecrackers, and a pungent odor instantly permeated the air above Shenfeng Academy.
"Ugh!"
"Captain! No! Oh my god!"
The other members of the Shenfeng team could no longer hold back. They all covered their mouths and noses, their faces turning pale. Some began to retch uncontrollably, their spirit power dissipating as their formation completely collapsed. They felt as if they weren't in a Spirit Master competition, but fighting for their lives in the middle of a cesspit. The immense shame and extreme physical discomfort completely destroyed their will to fight.
Below the stage, the lead teacher from Shenfeng Academy saw his vision go black as he nearly fainted on the spot. In the stands, the roars of laughter had completely transformed into horrified shouts and screams of disbelief.
"My God! What is he doing?!"
"Is Feng Xiaotian crazy?! He's actually lost his mind!"
"He's trying to make his teammates smell his farts?! So many of them?! Ugh!"
"That Ye Yin from Shrek… what kind of evil magic did he use?! This is more ruthless than just killing them!"
A dead silence had fallen over the VIP section. Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he could no longer bear to watch. Xue Qinghe did her best to suppress her laughter, but her shoulders were shaking even more violently.
On the stage, the members of Shrek were just as stunned. Xiao Wu was so dumbfounded that the jade pestle nearly slipped from her hand. For the first time, a look of genuine astonishment appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's cold, pretty face. Ma Hongjun's mouth hung wide open, and he completely forgot to breathe fire. Tang San's mouth twitched violently as his Blue Silver Grass seemed to wilt in the air. Ning Rongrong's face was flushed, and she had stopped maintaining the amplification from her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Jiang Zhu had even covered her eyes.
Only Ye Yin still wore that harmless smile. He lightly dusted off some non-existent dust from his sleeve, as if he had just done something completely trivial.
"It seems Shenfeng Academy's demeanor is… quite unique," he commented casually. "However, this smell… tsk, it's a bit disruptive to the audience's viewing experience."
The chaos on stage intensified. Feng Xiaotian's Wind Demon Twin Wings acted like giant fans, frantically fanning the freshly produced air directly into Liu Feng's face.
"Smell it! Quickly smell it! Brother! Just one sniff! Please!"
"Captain! Let go! Ugh! Help me! I won't smell it! I'd rather die!" Liu Feng's tears and snot streamed down his face, which was turning a sickly purplish-black. He twisted his neck desperately, feeling like he was trapped in the most terrifying nightmare of his life.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!!
Amidst the violent struggles and emotional agitation, a rapid series of loud, dense sounds, like small drumsticks hitting leather, erupted once more. This was no longer a personal disaster. A suffocating wave of air spread out from the two of them like a shockwave. The other five Shenfeng team members, who were already retching and retreating, were hit head-on by this enhanced odor bomb. Their faces immediately turned ashen, their eyes saw stars, and their stomachs churned so violently they could barely maintain their spirit power, nearly falling from the sky.
Just as the chaos reached its peak, with everyone's attention locked on the shocking struggle between Feng Xiaotian and Liu Feng, Ye Yin decided to act again.
This time, he activated his fifth Spirit Ability: Lucky Duplicate / Curse Duplicate. It was an ability that could copy a buff from one person to another, or, more importantly, a debuff.
A black light shot out from Ye Yin's fingertip, landing squarely on Feng Xiaotian's body. A moment later, that black light flew out from him and instantly split into five thinner strands. With unparalleled precision, they connected to the other five Shenfeng members who were still retching and trying to escape.
Fifth Spirit Ability, Curse Duplicate, activated! Its effect: Lock onto Feng Xiaotian's powerful farting and sharing-impulse curse, and perfectly duplicate it onto the five specified targets.
The five struggling Shenfeng members suddenly stiffened.
The next second, it was as if five strings of extra-large firecrackers had been lit simultaneously above the Spirit Arena. A cacophony of distinct, terrifying sounds—some long, some short, some loud, some muffled—erupted almost at the same time from behind the other five team members. Five plumes of dense, complex, and variously colored air shot into the sky.
The entire world went silent. Even Feng Xiaotian and Liu Feng's horrifying entanglement seemed to freeze. Everyone's brain completely short-circuited, stunned by the sudden, all-encompassing, surround-sound blast.
The expressions on the faces of the five Shenfeng members instantly shifted from pained retching to extreme terror, bewilderment, and a deep despair at their bodies' complete betrayal. The irresistible urge to share immediately consumed their minds.
"No!"
"How could this happen to me?!"
"Ugh… Li Qiang! Brother! Quick! You have to smell mine! It's very different!"
"Wang Hu! Don't hide! Come and smell mine! Mine is the best one!"
"Zhao Si! Good brother! Don't run! Let me share this joy with you!"
"Captain! I smelled yours! Now you have to smell mine too!"
"Mine smells good! I ate stinky tofu yesterday!"
Five cries of madness—tearful, distorted, urgent, and even carrying a strange sense of competition—instantly filled the Spirit Arena. The remaining members of Shenfeng Academy abandoned all defense and all spirit abilities. At that moment, they had only one goal: to shove their rears into each other's faces and force their teammates to experience the smell they had just created.
The scene descended into complete pandemonium. What was originally a two-person struggle had become a six-person brawl in the sky, as twelve hands frantically pulled and pushed, each trying to press another's head towards their own butt. Farting sounds of various tones and rhythms were incessant, playing out like the most terrifying symphony imaginable.
A dense, deadly odor—a mixture of six different essences—formed a huge, continuously expanding Death Domain. The entire Spirit Arena was enveloped in a yellowish-green, visibly thick fog.
"Ugh ugh ugh—!"
"Help! Referee! Help us!"
"Stop them! Ugh—!"
"Wuwuwu… Mama… I want to go home…"
The members of the Shenfeng Academy team were no longer fighting a match. They were desperately struggling and wailing in a purgatory of their own making.
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