Seeing that the opposing team had already sent their fighters onto the field, Medmos lowered his hands, his golden eyes fixed intently on them.
Ma Yingjun trembled even more violently, swallowing frantically, which made Medmos's brow twitch.
The referee scanned both sides and said:
"The rules for individual battles are that the losing side must immediately leave the stage until all seven members of that side are defeated or surrender."
"The use of high-lethal soul tools that rely on material to win, such as fixed-mount soul-guided cannons, is prohibited."
"Flying soul masters are prohibited from flying above ten meters and are not allowed to leave the competition stage."
"At the same time, the use of Dream Coins for charging is strictly prohibited in this competition!
Once discovered, the score and qualification for the competition will be cancelled!"
"Do you understand?"
Medmos nodded slightly, and Ma Yingjun's voice trembled as he said:
"Y-I understand."
The referee didn't care about the psychological state of the two competitors; his only responsibility was to ensure that no one died on the field.
It should be known that almost every year in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Competition, some participants die on the spot, and many are left with lifelong disabilities.
"Now, both sides step back, I declare the match open!"
The referee immediately left the competition area. Medemos looked at the chubby boy opposite him, his legs trembling with fear, and sighed.
Then he shouted,"Hey you over there, raise your head!"
"Once you're on the field, show some fighting spirit!"
"If you're so scared, why don't you go down there yourself?!"
Ma Yingjun raised his head, gritted his teeth, and met Medemos's gaze.
Although his eyes were still somewhat evasive, at least his legs weren't trembling anymore.
"Senior, please guide me!"
Medemos was too lazy to correct the fact that he was actually younger than him.
Since the other party had shown fighting spirit, he might as well start fighting.
Crimson flames began to spread around his body, the flames viscous like flowing liquid. The high temperature distorted the surrounding air, and the temperature on the field began to rise.
In terms of flame temperature alone, Medemos was already on par with Ma Xiaotao's Phoenix Flame.
Once he got the Blazing Glue from Huo Yuhao, he could definitely upgrade to the Ultimate Flame, becoming the first pure-blooded human in history with two Ultimate Martial Souls.
Ma Yingjun displayed a flexibility far beyond his physique, skillfully deploying his soul tools.
Three metal tubes appeared on each of his arms, two soul cannons on his shoulders, a pair of flying soul tools on his back, and even six metal tubes extending from his legs. His
four soul rings, three yellow and one purple, weren't the optimal combination, but a soul master wouldn't care; enough soul power was sufficient.
Crimson flames transformed into a majestic lion's head and charged towards Ma Yingjun.
The scorching flames filled his entire vision, the terrifying power making him feel as if he were facing a natural disaster.
Fortunately, his years of training prevented him from standing still.
He immediately activated the breastplate on his chest, a defensive soul tool.
A faint white light formed a protective shield around his body, isolating him from the waves of heat crashing down upon him.
The breastplate's light dimmed visibly, likely not lasting much longer.
His four soul rings glowed, and soul power flowed into the cannons throughout his body.
Twenty streams of blazing white energy converged at the muzzles, ready to fire at any moment.
The extremely high temperature caused the cannon barrel on his body to soften, but he didn't have time to consider whether the thing would suddenly explode, because Medmos was very fast and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, his soul tool didn't require a long charging time and could be fired at any time.
Twenty soul beams of varying thickness suddenly struck the majestic crimson lion head in front of him.
At this moment, the entire audience held their breath, watching the outcome of this collision.
Last time, because Madmos fought too fast, there wasn't a soul skill clash that the audience loved. This time, it made up for it.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.
The twenty soul beams didn't even make a ripple on the lion head, or rather, they were burned to ashes before they even got close.
They weren't even a slowing effect.
Ma Yingjun's soul beam cannon was at most level four and had extremely limited attributes.
It was far inferior to Xiao Hongchen's more than one hundred level five and six soul tools.
Ma Yingjun stared blankly at the flaming lion head charging towards him, his body motionless.
It wasn't that he was fighting to the death, but that he simply couldn't move.
The flying soul tool on his back had long since melted, and he was locked in by the aura. His body was trembling and completely unresponsive.
He suddenly remembered his captain's words, gritted his teeth, spread his arms, his muscles bulged, his hair grew thicker, and ferocious fangs appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Yellow flames, different from those of Medemos, appeared around him—this was a high-level martial soul, the Flying Flame Pig.
The yellow flames surged, charging towards Medemos.
"Boss!"
"I'm going all out today! I, Ma Yingjun, have lived up to the scholarship the academy gave me!"
Ma Yingjun closed his eyes; as a soul master, he actually wanted to fight Medemos head-on with his soul skills.
The yellow flames had almost no resistance against the scarlet flames, being directly engulfed and disappearing.
The referee in the distance widened his eyes; he had inadvertently displayed the traditional skill of Douluo referees—daydreaming—and only now realized what had happened, immediately preparing to rush over to stop him.
If Ma Yingjun were hit by this attack, even the cremation procedure could be skipped, and he would be done in one step.
Seeing the guy in front of him actually blindly taking the hit, Medemos couldn't help but call him an "idiot!"
With his terrifying control over his power, he quickly extinguished the surrounding crimson flames, and the lion's head vanished almost instantly.
The entire arena suddenly became clear.
Medemos twisted his body in mid-air, kicking Ma Yingjun in the fattest spot on his stomach, sending him crashing into the soul-guided collision barrier before slowly sliding down.
Ma Yingjun felt pain all over his body. Opening his eyes, he realized he had been eliminated.
The referee, who had just stopped halfway on the platform with his arm outstretched, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the result and gave Medemos a grateful look.
If someone had died in the first match, he could have been fired too.
"First match of the individual competition! Shrek Academy wins!"
Ma Yingjun limped to the waiting area, looking apologetically at Situ Yu, and said,
"Boss, sorry, I couldn't hold on."
"He's too strong."
Situ Yu didn't blame him; he had already done enough. Looking at him, he said,
"Are you alright?
There are healing Soul Masters sent by the Star Luo Empire behind you.
Go get some treatment quickly, don't leave any hidden injuries."
Hearing this, Ma Yingjun checked his internal condition and said with surprise,
"Sigh, Boss, I don't know what happened, my whole body is aching."
"No vital organs are injured at all!"
"A little treatment will recover you."
Situ Yu's pupils shrank upon hearing this. He looked at Madmos on the stage and murmured,
"Monster!"
"A real monster!"
"Terrifying power control!"
"Who's going next?"
"Yingjun saw the situation. The opponent was very measured in his attacks; he's a good person."
Situ Yu looked at the team members behind him.
The team members looked at each other, and finally, a female Soul Master stepped forward and said,
"Captain, I'll go."
"I'm a melee soul master, so I probably have no hope of winning, but I want to see how big the gap is between us!"
Situ Yu nodded; he was indifferent to the situation.
"Then, Shangyue, you go."
The girl named Shangyue strode onto the arena, where the embers of the flames still lingered.
The referee, seeing this, confirmed the two's condition and immediately announced:
"Second match, begin!"
This time, the referee dared not be distracted, watching the arena intently from below, ready to rush forward at the slightest sign of trouble.
Shangyue drew two swords from behind her back, each four feet long, and infused them with soul power.
The swords immediately blazed with a white-hot light, hurtling towards Medmos with their blade aura.
During this process, three yellow and one purple soul rings appeared around her body.
Her eyes turned crystal yellow, her hair turned iron gray, her muscles bulged, and her mouth protruded—she likely possessed a canine martial soul.
After the martial soul was attached to her, her speed increased further, and her blade aura became even more ferocious.
Medmos recognized almost instantly that her opponent's soul tool was a level five melee soul tool, on par with Huo Yuhao's White Tiger Dagger.
It was still made in Xilu City.
This time, Medemos didn't use his usual lion head, but instead chose to clash swords with her.
The crimson flames, after the second spirit ring lit up, almost instantly transformed into crimson crystal.
Medemos controlled the crystal to form a high-temperature longsword.
Seeing this, Shangyue's eyes gleamed with excitement, and she increased her speed again, slashing her twin swords towards Medemos's chest.
Medemos raised his sword to block, using terrifying force to deflect the opponent's twin swords, and then the crystal longsword, carrying intense heat, grazed Shangyue's hair.
Several strands of iron-gray hair turned to ash.
If she hadn't bent her waist quickly enough, this strike would have made her look like Louis XVI.
However, in that instant, she still revealed an opening; a wall of high-temperature crystal suddenly appeared behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.
Medemos changed the composition of the crystal longsword, and the crystal on the blade began to vibrate rapidly at an extremely high frequency.
Medemos swung the crystal longsword at Shangyue.
Shangyue's spiritual power continuously issued danger warnings, and she hurriedly poured her soul power into her twin swords.
The incandescent light shone even brighter as she met Madmos's attack.
Crimson and incandescent white collided, and the high-frequency vibrating crystal longsword sliced through her twin swords like a hot knife through butter, leaving a wound on her chest.
Blood seeped from the wound, making Shangyue's face slightly pale.
Seeing this, Madmos released his longsword and turned to leave.
Shangyue stared blankly at her broken twin swords, picked up the broken swords, and walked off the arena.
There was no need to continue the match; a swordsman whose swords had been broken was no longer qualified to fight.
Shangyue was taken to the healing soul masters at the back to treat her wound.
Seeing this, Situ Yu sighed and loudly announced to the referee,
"Yunluo Advanced Soul Master Academy concedes!"
There was no need to continue the match; even if he went up himself, he would only be handing the victory to his opponent.
In a one-on-one fight, none of them could inflict even the slightest scratch on Madmos.
The referee breathed a sigh of relief; Medemos's match had truly terrified him.
"Match 1 of the round-robin, Shrek Academy wins!"
The stands erupted in thunderous cheers once more. These bloodthirsty Douluo viewers were extremely enamored with strength.
Medemos's power and overwhelming victory perfectly suited their tastes; that majestic lion head had truly captivated many.
With both numerical statistics and character modeling, his popularity on the Magic Network soared.
Even Medemos's battles at Shrek Academy were brought to the forefront, and the title of "Invincible," originally confined to Shrek, began to spread outside.
Medemos returned to the waiting area, picked up the still-warm goat milk, glanced at Bai E, and said,
"You didn't add anything to it, did you?"
Bai E confidently replied,
"Nothing!"
"I can guarantee it!"
Medemos looked at him suspiciously, then handed him the goat milk directly, saying,
"Here, drink it."
"I'm suddenly not thirsty,"
Bai E hurriedly declined, saying,
"You're so tired from fighting! How can you drink it?"
"Drink it!"
Medemos's eyes narrowed, saying,
"I'm not tired."
"You're the captain, you need to think things through every day. Goat milk helps relieve fatigue, drink it!"
The two began to exert themselves around a cup of goat milk, each with their own ulterior motives.
The people around could only watch this scene with smiles.
...
Afternoon.
Star Luo Square, contestant passage.
The Zheng Tian Advanced Soul Master Academy team had just finished today's competition.
As an academy that consistently ranked in the top eight or even top four, the Zheng Tian team had three Soul Kings and four Soul Grandmasters.
The entire battle was basically a one-sided victory.
Captain Ye Wuqing was leading the regular team members to leave Star Luo Square.
Just then, a figure appeared in front of them.
A strange man wearing a black pointed soft hat and a monocle appeared before them.
Ye Wuqing reached out to stop the group, looked at Amon in front of them, and said in an icy tone:
"Who are you?"
"Why are you blocking our way?"
Amon pushed up his monocle and smiled, saying:
"I also want to participate in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Competition."
"Because some people are watching."
"Can you help me?"
Yan'er, whose martial soul was a fireball, spoke clearly beside Ye Wuqing.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"How can I help you?"
"The registration period has long passed."
"Listen to your sister, find a school to attend first, and then try your best to become a member of the representative team."
Amon replied with a playful expression:
"Then there might not be enough time."
"Aren't you a ready-made participating team? Take me with you."
Yu Mengdi, whose martial soul was an angel on Ye Wuqing's other side, was about to say something when her pupils suddenly contracted, and her angel martial soul frantically issued a warning.
"No, something's not right!"
"Everyone, let's get out of here!"
"My spirit tells me this man is dangerous!"
"He might be an evil spirit master!"
Amon tilted his head and whispered,
"An angel spirit?"
"That's rare."
"Too bad it's just wings."
"Also, I'm not an evil spirit master; that's a taboo term."
"I don't want to get beaten up."
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
"I'll give you some reward after we've done this."
"Steal."
(End of Chapter)
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