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With the current lineup of the Emperor Fighting Team's first unit—all of whom were Spirit Ancestors—they certainly possessed the capability to at least wear down the Spirit Hall Seeded Team. However, at Su Wen's explicit request, they had chosen to surrender directly in the previous round.
This decision, while surprising to some, actually aligned perfectly with the audience's expectations. Currently, the thousands of spectators gathered in the square before the Pope's Palace wanted to see only one thing: the ultimate battle for the championship.
They wondered: would Su Wen, the monstrous Soul King, reign supreme? Or would the Spirit Hall Seeded Team, boasting three Soul Kings of their own, prove to be the insurmountable peak? On paper, Spirit Hall's team had a much higher probability of winning. However, the strength Su Wen had displayed was far from that of an ordinary Soul King. The effortless manner in which he had dismantled the Shrek Seven in a one-vs-seven scenario could not be explained by simple spirit power suppression alone. Furthermore, Su Wen was backed by the support of a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda disciple.
"Su Wen, I have to admit, among all the Spirit Masters I've ever met, your talent is the most terrifying. In that regard, I, Yan, respect you," Yan said as he stepped forward, his eyes burning with intensity. "But you shouldn't have been so careless as to look down on us like this."
Hearing Yan's declaration, Su Wen simply smiled. "I am not looking down on you. In fact, I am very clear about the distance between my strength and yours."
"Oh?" Yan narrowed his eyes, a murderous glint flickering within them.
Even if Su Wen had shown immense power, Xie Yue and Hu Liena possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Because Su Wen's battle with Shrek had taken place before Spirit Hall's debut, the Seeded Team had only revealed their three-Soul-King configuration without showing their fusion skill. They intended to keep it as a trump card specifically to deal with Su Wen.
What they didn't realize, however, was that Su Wen had known about their fusion skill for a long time. In fact, most of the fifteen teams that had come out of the Heaven Dou combat zone were aware of it.
"Begin the match!"
The moment the referee announced the start, the Continental Spirit Master Elite Tournament witnessed its most absurd scene yet—even more ridiculous than anything that had come before in the finals.
In the midst of the ultimate battle for the championship, one side's members began jumping off the arena stage of their own accord. Aside from Su Wen and Ning Rongrong, the other five members of the Emperor Fighting Second Team leaped down from the platform.
They were clever; to avoid being caught in the crossfire of a battle they couldn't influence, they simply removed themselves from the equation. To be honest, these young nobles could perhaps handle a few rounds against Spirit Elders, but against Spirit Ancestors, they had no chance. Against this opponent, they wouldn't even serve as a decent distraction.
The Spirit Hall team consisted of three Soul Kings and four high-tier Spirit Ancestors. If the others stayed on the stage, they would only be in Su Wen's way. This was an arrangement Su Wen had agreed to beforehand—he didn't want them cluttering his battlefield.
"Su Wen, you are far too arrogant!" Yan roared. His Fire Lord martial soul possessed him, transforming him into a towering lava giant as he charged forward.
"First Spirit Skill: Hell Magma Rush!" "Second Spirit Skill: Granite Rock!" "Third Spirit Skill: Hell Flames!" "Fourth Spirit Skill: Seething Magma!"
It was clear that Yan respected Su Wen immensely. He instantly unleashed every one of his spirit skills except for his ten-thousand-year skill. Under the cumulative buffs of these four abilities, the damage of his Hell Magma Rush was pushed to its absolute limit.
Yet, Su Wen didn't panic. A single page flew out from his Heavenly Book, rapidly expanding in size. It glided beneath Ning Rongrong, lifting her into the air where she hovered safely.
"Nine Treasures turn to produce Glazed Tile. Nine Treasures Famous: One says, Strength; Two says, Speed; Three says, Spirit; Four says, Defense!"
Ning Rongrong summoned her martial soul to the outside world for the first time in this tournament. As the crystalline pagoda rotated, four spirit rings manifested around her.
Two yellow, one purple, and one pitch-black!
A black ten-thousand-year spirit ring! A ten-thousand-year fourth ring!
It was yet another fourth ring of the ten-thousand-year level!
Pope Bibi Dong stood up abruptly, her grip tightening on her scepter. She understood clearly that the moment a second ten-thousand-year fourth ring appeared—especially on a Support-system Spirit Master like Ning Rongrong—the implications changed entirely.
While the Pope had such a strong reaction, the rest of the audience was even more stunned. The entire spectator stand erupted into a cacophony of shock. It was a literal explosion of noise. Some Spirit Douluos in the crowd even lost control of their spirit power for a moment, their auras leaking out and pressing down on those around them. They stared at the two figures with black fourth rings, their minds racing with the singular, burning desire to capture Su Wen and interrogate him.
In this moment, the realization that "stable cross-rank spirit ring absorption" was possible completely overshadowed the shock of Ning Rongrong's martial soul evolving into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Ning Rongrong's evolution was her personal business, or at most the business of her clan; however, the ability to safely absorb a ten-thousand-year ring at the fourth level was a revolutionary event for the entire Spirit Master world!
"How did he do it?!" "Cross-rank absorption!" "He must possess a specific technique!"
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her own spirit power radiating outward to suppress the restless auras in the stands and stabilize the situation. The Spirit Douluos quickly realized where they were—Spirit City, right outside the Pope's Palace—and reined in their power, focusing intently on the battle.
Four brilliant rays of light enveloped Su Wen, boosting his strength, speed, spirit power, and defense by fifty percent. Only then did the observers realize another detail: Ning Rongrong had four spirit skills. How old was she? As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, she was always in the spotlight. Many experts knew of her. A quick mental calculation led to a staggering realization.
Fourteen years old! A fourteen-year-old Spirit Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year ring!
Above Su Wen's head, the pages of the Heavenly Book fluttered wildly. Sheets of paper flew out, filling the entire arena until the stage was virtually submerged in a sea of floating parchment. These pages didn't turn into boulders this time. Instead, they formed a linked network, creating a crushing pressure that blanketed the entire stage.
The elemental forces of earth, fire, water, and wind swirled around Su Wen, merging into the Heavenly Book. A low rumble echoed, sounding like the very beginning of creation. Each floating page seemed to carry the weight of a separate space.
Upon one page, massive mountains manifested in miniature. Upon another, great rivers and vast oceans surged. Some pages glowed with an endless sea of fire. Others contained the howling fury of infinite hurricanes.
"One book, one world; one page, one universe!"
At this moment, the arena had been transformed into Su Wen's personal domain. No—it was his domain. Through his relentless development of his martial soul, he had finally manifested the preliminary form of the "World Within the Book." Wherever his pages reached, his domain followed.
Around Yan, dozens of pages swirled, each manifesting a miniature ocean. The endless water submerged him, completely preventing his lava's heat from spreading. Then, pages began to fall from above like literal mountains.
Yan dodged frantically, trying to avoid being suppressed by these "mountain" pages. His face was pale with disbelief because the weight was real—each page hit the stage with a thunderous boom that made the entire arena tremble.
Xie Yue and Hu Liena's expressions changed drastically. Without a moment's hesitation, the siblings abandoned all other tactics. They prepared to immediately unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Skill to forcibly break through Su Wen's domain.
(End of Chapter)