In the afternoon, in front of the Pope Hall.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, Yu Tianheng, Dai Mubai, Tai Long, Jiangzhu, and Oscar — looking at Shrek Academy's lineup, Ning Fengzhi's gaze flickered. From the start of the preliminaries until now, his daughter had gone on stage very few times.
Especially the last time Jiangzhu appeared, when she and Tang San's group successfully used the Seven-in-One Fusion Technique.
Thinking carefully, ever since arriving in Spirit City, his daughter Ning Rongrong hadn't gone up even once.
For soul masters, the purpose of participating in the Soul Master Tournament was twofold: one, to broaden horizons; and two, to temper themselves. Clearly, in the second aspect, his daughter had not gained much. His gaze drifted toward Yu Xiaogang.
He knew that Shrek Academy's tactical arrangements were basically made by Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
All this time, Huang Yuan, Jing Ling, and his daughter had rarely been given opportunities. Even when they matched against weaker teams, it was still Tang San, Yu Tianheng, Dai Mubai, and Tai Long who kept appearing.
His thoughts drifted toward Yang Yunhai. From the start of the preliminaries, Yang Yunhai had constantly created opportunities for his teammates to gain battle experience. For this, he had even sacrificed chances for himself and Dugu Yan to train. Ye Lingling had always been helping other teams with healing — also clearly arranged by Yang Yunhai.
Reflecting on this, the difference between Tang San and Yang Yunhai became ever more stark. Truly, it wasn't small.
As for Yu Xiaogang and Tang San's decision-making, he did not feel much resentment — his daughter was still young, after all.
But in terms of their character, he felt more and more disappointed. Truly the type who can share hardship but not share fortune.
'It seems Ning Rongrong has hardly been given any chance to play.' Looking at Shrek Academy's lineup, Yang Yunhai suddenly realized, and couldn't help curling his lips.
'Yu Xiaogang and Tang San really are rotten when it comes to human relationships.'
'I wonder how Ning Fengzhi feels about this?'
While these thoughts flickered, the two teams had already reached their positions. At the referee's prompt, they summoned their martial souls.
"Begin the match!" the referee's voice rang out.
Tap, tap, tap — the Shrek team quickly retreated, pulling back to widen the distance.
"I've got a mushroom sausage!" Oscar, in the middle, ran while producing flying sausages, one every two seconds.
"Damn, looks like he's been practicing. His production speed's gotten this fast?" Yang Yunhai was surprised.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Fox Transformation! First Soul Skill, Fox Call!" Hu Liena pushed off the ground, accelerating her charge, her mouth releasing crisp, bewitching sounds.
The Shrek group immediately covered their ears.
Hu Liena gritted her teeth, rushing at full power. During the morning battle against Yang Yunhai, nearly all her abilities had been exposed — it was inevitable she would be targeted now.
"Fourth Soul Skill, New Moon!" Xie Yue enhanced himself right away, closing in quickly.
"These bastards!" Yan cursed, frustrated. At such a long distance, his soul skills couldn't hit instantly; he could only move forward to close the gap.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Golden Swallow Slash!" Zhang Ping, the agility attack-type soul master, arrived swiftly, her wings flapping to unleash ten golden wind blades.
"Fourth Soul Skill, White Tiger Meteor Shower!" Dai Mubai immediately threw a punch, unleashing countless light spheres to intercept.
Bang, bang, bang — the air erupted with consecutive explosions.
"Third Soul Skill, Spider Web Restraint!" Tang San flicked his hand, hurling blue light quickly toward Hu Liena.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh — countless vines shot out, layering the path ahead like a forest of vines.
'Copied quite well.' Yang Yunhai twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Tang San swiftly tore off thorns from the Blue Silver Grass vines and flung them toward the sky, trying to use the flashes from the exploding light spheres and wind blades as cover to attack Zhang Ping. She, seemingly watching him closely, quickly dodged aside.
Tang San's face showed regret, but no frustration. Driving Zhang Ping back was already his goal.
"Third Soul Skill, Hellfire!" Yan's voice rang out. Yang Yunhai immediately looked over to see a flame overlord phantom forming behind Yan, its massive jaws opening wide to spew thick cone-shaped flames that incinerated the vines ahead.
Crackle, crackle — the vines snapped apart one by one.
"First Soul Skill, Armor! Third Soul Skill, Black Horn Body! Second Soul Skill, Charge!" On the side, Li Kai lowered his head, black light enveloping him as he transformed into a massive Black-Horned Mountain Boar, charging straight into the blazing flames and forcing a path open.
The teammates rushed after him.
The vines on both sides had been burned away. Without them, Tang San couldn't spread Blue Silver Poison Fog, nor scatter parasite spores. Yang Yunhai glanced over at Tang San's side.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Blue Lightning Dragon Assault!" Yu Tianheng, already prepared, flung out a blue lightning dragon.
But it was instantly shattered by the mountain boar's charge.
'Well, his soul rank is several levels higher after all.' Yang Yunhai sighed inwardly.
'No wonder he was chosen by Spirit Hall to join this tournament as an elite disciple.' Tang San's expression turned grave as he raised his hand.
"First Soul Skill, Bind!" Countless vines surged up from beneath, rushing toward the giant boar.
But it leapt aside, refusing to clash head-on.
"First Soul Skill, Hell Lava Surge!" From behind, Yan slammed his fist into the ground.
Boom, boom, boom — pillars of flame burst up from the ground, knocking aside and burning the vines.
'They don't want me spreading spores or poison fog, so they've set that fire-attribute soul master on vine-clearing duty.' Tang San immediately realized their "sinister" intent. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the flying soul master return to the air, wings spreading wide.
"Third Soul Skill, Swallow Strike!"
Behind, a golden swallow phantom with a sharp beak formed and dove straight down.
"Second Soul Skill, Moon Wheel!" Xie Yue, within fifteen meters, hurled out his moon blades.
"Third Soul Skill, Fox Leap!" Hu Liena jumped lightly, transforming into a pink fox to land on the mountain boar's back, accelerating with its charge.
"Xiao San, it's done." Oscar's voice called out.
"Third Soul Skill, Spider Web Restraint!" Tang San released his skill instantly, then turned to grab the sausage, shoving it into his mouth.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Countless vines shot out, covering the battlefield in layers.
"First Soul Skill, Hell Lava Surge!" Yan struck again, flame pillars rising to burn through.
From above, the golden swallow and Xie Yue's moon blades arrived first. Crack, crack, crack — the swallow's beak wedged into the vines, but stopped halfway. The moon blades cut through a few, but were soon stuck as well.
"The toughness… it's actually this strong." The opponents' faces changed.
"Captain, something's off! I don't remember Tang San's vines being this strong before!" Yu Feng blurted.
'Because he devoured large numbers of soul beasts to strengthen them.' Yang Yunhai's eyes glimmered, frowning slightly. "I have some guesses, but I can't be sure yet. Let's see how this battle plays out. If there's a chance later, I'll confirm it myself."
Boom, boom, boom — more flame pillars struck, burning away the vines.
'The toughness has increased, but it's still weak against fire.' Yang Yunhai arched an eyebrow.
In the next moment — boom, boom, boom — figures burst through the vines one after another, soaring into the air.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Deadly Howl!" The massive boar suddenly raised its head and let out an ear-splitting roar.
"Ah!" Tang San's group, who had just flown out of the vines while still covering their ears against Hu Liena's Fox Call, all faltered. Their bodies staggered backward slightly. Covering their ears reduced the sound volume, but the vibrational shock still pounded their eardrums painfully.
"Don't stop!" Tang San gritted his teeth, forcing himself higher.
"Second Soul Skill, Moon Wheel!" Xie Yue hurled another pair of moon blades, flying straight toward Tang San.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Golden Swallow Slash!" Zhang Ping seized the opening, flapping her wings to fire golden wind blades.
"Don't worry about me!" Tang San shouted, his Eight Spider Lances unfolding behind him, his eyes glowing purple. Crack, crack — the Eight Spider Lances struck precisely at the hilts of the moon blades.
The trajectory was broken.
"Fourth Soul Skill, White Tiger Meteor Shower!" Dai Mubai again threw countless glowing orbs.
Boom, boom, boom — the sky erupted like fireworks.
"Damn it!"
Yan ground his teeth, furious, but helpless. His soul skills were simply not suited for aerial combat.
(End of Chapter)
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