Chapter 200: The Seven-in-One Fusion—Unleashed!
"Or perhaps," Bibi Dong thought, her expression shifting slightly, "there's something special about those seven."
"Your Holiness, just be patient and watch," Ning Fengzhi said calmly.
Bibi Dong's eyes grew cold, glaring sharply at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo beside her.
A mistake.
This was their mistake—
—and Salas's as well.
They hadn't even investigated who was truly competing for Gemstone Academy.
Their presumed trump card, Dugu Feng, wasn't even on the roster. It was the other seven.
But what was so special about these seven?
Her mind raced through their sparse background information. All that was recorded were their spirit levels and types—nothing else.
Yet even in those few details, Bibi Dong spotted the pattern.
All seven possessed gem-type spirits.
Even Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda, strictly speaking, qualified as a gem-type martial soul.
"Could it be… a Martial Soul Fusion Technique? To bench fighters like Dugu Feng and Dugu She, even replacing them with two Spirit Elders—yes, that's the only explanation."
Her face darkened, eyes flickering intensely.
In the arena, Xie Yue and Hu Liena were equally taken aback.
They had prepared to face Dugu Feng himself, yet seven gem-spirit masters stood before them instead.
They immediately understood—it was no accident.
Their opponents were hiding something, saving Dugu Feng as a hidden weapon or a final surprise.
This setup could only mean one thing: a trap.
"Stick to the original plan," Xie Yue barked coldly.
Experienced as he was, he knew better than to panic. No matter their purpose, he would meet it with unflinching aggression.
Pure overwhelming force—that was the safest path.
"Both teams, release your martial souls!"
At the referee's command, the seven members of Gemstone Academy quickly grouped together.
Ning Rongrong stood at the center while the other six arranged themselves in a hexagonal formation, their spirits flaring to life.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda and an array of radiant gems—round, diamond, triangular, teardrop—sparkled all at once, bursting into an iridescent plume of color.
A dazzling brilliance enveloped all seven like a rainbow cocoon.
By now, everyone realized what was happening. It could only be some sort of group fusion.
Two-person fusion skills could bridge realms of power—what then could seven accomplish?
The spectators didn't dare blink. All eyes fixed on Ning Rongrong's group.
"The match begins!"
No sooner had the words left the referee's mouth than Ning Rongrong raised her pagoda. Her third and fourth spirit rings pulsed, releasing six amplification beams that flowed into her teammates.
At the same time, a nine-colored light erupted from her brow, shooting skyward and stopping only once it pierced thirty meters into the air.
The other six mirrored her motion.
Seven columns of radiant light spiraled into the sky, merging together in an explosion of spectral brilliance that painted a towering mirage over the arena.
At that exact instant, crimson mist rose to shroud the field—Hu Liena and Xie Yue had completed their own Martial Soul Fusion, Demonic Enchantment.
Both sides had started simultaneously, unleashing their ultimate trump cards.
The seven-colored mirage collided with the blood-red fog.
Yet rather than clashing violently, their energies intertwined—colors bleeding together into something beyond comprehension.
For the first time, two vast domain-like powers coexisted in the same arena: one suffused with vivid light, the other with alluring darkness.
The scene was breathtakingly beautiful and terrifying. Both teams had invoked high-level spiritual techniques.
Even outside the ring, the audience could feel the pull of their combined auras, mind and soul drawn toward the luminous chaos on the stage.
Inside the arena, the fourteen spirit masters teetered between trance and struggle.
The members of Gemstone Academy remained motionless, their senses dulled by the red fog—its seductive energy stripping away their ability to see, hear, or move.
But they no longer needed sensory control.
The Seven Shura Mirage was complete.
Its sevenfold brilliance shielded their minds, protecting them from confusion while channeling their remaining strength into mental dominance.
The suppression effects of Demonic Enchantment—its fifty-percent cuts to physical speed, power, and focus—meant nothing now.
Their spirit power was already emptied, transformed into raw mind energy to sustain the illusion.
If the Seven Shura Mirage failed to overpower their foes, they would lose without resistance.
But they trusted in what they had built—months of brutal practice and perfect synchronization.
At the heart of it all stood Ning Rongrong, her innate control unmatched and her rank forty-three power amplifying them all.
By virtue of her role and ability, she commanded the formation; eighty percent of the mirage's psychic force was focused on Xie Yue and Hu Liena.
The five other Spirit Ancestors of Spirit Hall were already lost—swallowed entirely by the illusion.
Only the fused pair endured, struggling bitterly amid waves of cascading color.
Ning Rongrong's pulse quickened—could their fusion truly be broken?
Within the crimson haze, Xie Yue and Hu Liena's bodies had merged—becoming one androgynous figure with flowing hair and gleaming crimson eyes.
A single enormous moon blade, twice its usual size, gleamed in its grip—a sign that Xie Yue still held control of their shared fusion.
His aura had risen to Spirit Emperor level.
But even he could not launch an attack.
The Seven Shura Mirage's assault pressed deep into his psyche, corroding thought itself.
Within their fused body, both consciousnesses—his and Hu Liena's—remained separate. Each perceived the kaleidoscopic world around them.
And then the visions came.
Memories buried long ago resurfaced vividly: their childhood loneliness, their parents' deaths, the insults and hunger endured before Spirit Hall had taken them in.
Those scenes felt so real it was like living them anew.
The pain, the humiliation, the cold—all replayed through their minds.
They had transcended those days, or so they believed—orphans no longer, but Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, brilliant and untouchable.
Yet the illusion shifted again.
For Hu Liena, the bright colors faded into darkness. Her body began to tremble violently as an agony seized her heart.
She felt her life essence draining away—her soul bones being ripped from her body.
Around her was a pitch-black chamber echoing with horrific laughter.
"My external spirit bone… it's mine! You can't—"
"My fox tail…!"
"AHAHAHA… Yours? What's yours is mine!"
The cruel, taunting voice sliced through her sanity.
"Why… why are you taking my spirit bone!? I need it! I need it to become a Title Douluo—to serve Spirit Hall, to serve Teacher. You… can't…"
Pain consumed her.
Blood poured down her back as cold fingers tore at her essence. She screamed, convulsing as her spirit and body unraveled into nothing.
This time—Hu Liena couldn't break free.
She was trapped, drowning inside the illusion.
(END CHAPTER)
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