Chapter 72 Crimson Shrek Academy, The Shattered Eight Spider Lances
The atmosphere at the Heaven Dou Grand Arena is oppressively suffocating.
The usual cheers from the stands were replaced by uneasy whispers. In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi's brow remained furrowed; he could feel the intense clash between two completely different, yet equally chilling, auras in the center of the arena.
"Shrek…how did it become like this?" Prince Snowstar exclaimed in a low voice.
Below, in the waiting area, the members of the Shrek Academy team filed out. Tang San, walking at the very front, had long since lost his once bright purple eyes, which were now a murky dark red. His steps were stiff and heavy, and a faint smell of blood lingered around him. The Blue Silver Grass, which had originally represented vitality, now crawled on the ground with a rotten and withered feel.
Behind Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others also looked somewhat dazed. In order to keep up with Tang San's pace in the final stage of the competition, they had also accepted the Spirit Hall's forbidden "secret technique enhancement."
"Look, it's Ye Feng!"
With a gasp, the five members of the Glory team slowly walked onto the arena.
Ye Feng remained unhurried, his Thousand Chance Umbrella folded over his shoulder, a faint hint of mockery playing on his lips. Behind him, Ning Rongrong's long hair was slightly curled, her eyes flashing with a mixture of ice and fire; Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er walked side by side, their red and blue soul energies intertwining to form a dazzling barrier; Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, had completely transformed into a shadow blending into the folds of light.
The two teams faced off in the center of the arena.
"Ye Feng...you've finally arrived." Tang San's voice was hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing together. He stared intently at Ye Feng, a cracking sound coming from his spine.
"Tang San, you look like a bug crawling out of a gutter right now." Ye Feng held up an umbrella with one hand and spread his other hand helplessly. "To win, you've even abandoned your basic human decency? It seems the 'tonic' Salas gave you has quite a few side effects."
"Shut up!" Tang San roared, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked open.
"The match begins!"
The moment the referee's voice faded, Tang San moved. He didn't use any tactics; instead, he directly released his martial soul.
"First Soul Skill: Entanglement!"
Countless jet-black, barbed strands of Blue Silver Grass surged wildly from the arena floor. These Blue Silver Grasses were no longer supple plants, but rather resembled some kind of bloodthirsty tentacles, corroding the hard stone pavement and sending up puffs of blue smoke wherever they passed.
"Rongrong," Ye Feng called out in a low voice without turning his head.
"Leave it to me!" Ning Rongrong shouted, and the Nine Treasures Ice and Fire Glazed Pagoda in her palm shone brightly. "The nine treasures have names: First, Speed! Second, Resolution!"
Thanks to the tempering effect of the immortal herbs and soul bones, Ning Rongrong's amplified soul power possessed an extreme purifying aura. As the icy blue halo swept across, the foul-smelling, pitch-black blue-silver grass withered and retreated as if it had encountered a branding iron.
"It's not just support, it's absolute restraint." Ye Feng smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared instantly.
Tang San didn't even see how Ye Feng moved.
The next second, Ye Feng appeared above him. The Thousand Chance Umbrella drew a perfect arc in the air, its shape instantly transforming from an umbrella into a long, slender spear.
"Battle Mage Skill: Round Dance Staff!"
Ye Feng suddenly exerted force with his right hand, and the spear brought up a spiraling gust of wind, accurately striking Tang San's shoulder. This attack did not use any spirit ring skills, but was a pure combination of strength and physical inertia.
Tang San was thrown into the air by this immense force and crashed heavily into the protective shield.
"You think... you can defeat me like this?" Tang San got up from the ground, his face contorted.
The clothes on his back suddenly burst open, and eight jet-black spears, each over three meters long—the Eight Spider Spears—soared into the sky, carrying a thick purple poisonous mist. Now, each of the eight spider spears had a blood-red eyeball growing from it, staring intently at Ye Feng.
"This is the 'Blood Poison Eight Spider Lances' catalyzed by the Spirit Hall's secret technique." Yu Xiaogang, standing in the stands, clutched his chest, tears streaming down his face. "Xiao San... did you really choose this path?"
Faced with the ferocious eight spider spears, Ye Feng not only did not retreat, but instead put away his spear.
"You're the master of hidden weapons and poisons. But when it comes to long-range firepower, I'm your grandpa."
Ye Feng held the umbrella handle with one hand, the tip of the umbrella drooping downwards.
"Floating missile".
Bang! A crisp gunshot rang out.
A light bullet, compressed with extreme soul power, struck Tang San precisely at one of the joints of his Eight Spider Lances. This bullet had no elemental attribute, yet it possessed terrifying penetrating and shockwave power. Tang San's originally stable base instantly lost its balance, and the impact propelled him upwards.
"It's not over yet."
Ye Feng slung the Thousand Chance Umbrella over his shoulder, squatted slightly, and the umbrella rapidly grew longer and thicker amidst a mechanical roar, with three dark blue energy-gathering rings lighting up at the opening.
"Gunner Skill: Laser Cannon"
A pure white beam of light, as thick as a bucket and brimming with extremely high heat, shot through the air. Ye Feng used the extreme Yang soul power collected from the Yin-Yang Well to power this attack, specifically designed to counter Yin-attribute soul power.
Tang San felt the threat of death. He frantically swung his Eight Spider Lances, condensing all his crimson soul power into a shield.
boom--!
White light and blood mist collided in mid-air, making the entire Great Soul Arena seem like a small sun rising. The violent aftershocks sent the other members of the Shrek Academy team and the girls from the Glory team staggering backward.
The thick smoke dissipated.
Tang San knelt on one knee, blood foam continuously gushing from his mouth. Of the eight spears on his back, four had been melted down to half-broken spikes, and the remaining four were covered with dense cracks.
"No... impossible... This is an external soul bone, a part that has fused with my body!" Tang San exclaimed, seemingly insane.
"Soul bones are also matter, and as long as they are matter, they have a melting point." Ye Feng walked towards him step by step, the sound of his leather boots on the gravel like a death knell. "Tang San, your so-called 'efforts' and 'trump cards' are nothing but child's blocks in front of someone like me who has mastered the underlying logic of the world."
Just as Tang San was about to launch a final, desperate attack, an extremely cold aura locked onto his throat.
Zhu Zhuqing had appeared in his shadow at some point, and two sharp blades gleaming with a cold blue light were pressed against Tang San's spine.
"Don't move." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was icy cold and devoid of any warmth.
Meanwhile, in the distance, Ning Rongrong had completed the final high-precision assistance. She lifted the Glazed Pagoda above her head, and the energy of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye was forcibly transformed into a devastating aurora through her skull skill.
"The captain taught me this; it's called 'High-Energy Particle Stream Amplification'!"
Ning Rongrong let out a delicate shout, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda emitted a buzzing sound. A thin but extremely concentrated beam of light pierced through the chaos of the battlefield, accurately striking the remaining remnants of the Eight Spider Lances behind Tang San.
Click! Click! Click!
The eight spider spears shattered completely.
Tang San let out a heart-wrenching scream. The pain of having his external soul bone forcibly shattered was no less than having a person's bones broken inch by inch.
He collapsed to the ground, the blood-red light in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a deathly stillness called "despair." He had lost, lost completely, lost even his trump cards crushed to pieces.
Ye Feng walked up to him and looked down at him.
"Kill me." Tang San closed his eyes, a tear of blood sliding down his cheek.
"Kill you?" Ye Feng sneered, his Thousand Chance Umbrella transforming into a longsword as he gently lifted Tang San's chin. "That would be too easy for you. Tang San, I'll let you live. I'll let you watch how I take over the Spirit Hall, how I take over this world, and let you watch your so-called 'master,' your 'dignity,' rot away in the mud, bit by bit."
Ye Feng folded his umbrella and turned to look at the VIP seats in the distance.
Bishop Salas was now ashen-faced. He had originally thought Tang San was the key to defeating Ye Feng, but he never expected that Tang San would become a sacrifice for Ye Feng to demonstrate his power to the Spirit Hall.
"Referee, you can make the decision now."
Ye Feng walked back to his rest area without looking back. Huo Wu, Shui Bing'er, and Zhu Zhuqing followed closely behind. Ning Rongrong ran a few steps, jumped up, and hugged Ye Feng's neck.
"Captain, how did I do?"
"Not bad, the angle of entry for that particle stream could be shifted by three more points." Ye Feng patted her head, but his gaze drifted to the other side of the stands.
There, he saw a figure wearing a golden mask, whose aura was unfathomable.
That was Xie Yue, the leader of the Spirit Hall team. Beside him stood a girl with unparalleled beauty but cold eyes, Hu Liena.
"Is the main character finally going to get involved?" Ye Feng thought to himself.
Heaven Dou City, Martial Soul Temple.
Salas knelt on the ground trembling, and from the voice-transmitting device in front of him came an extremely authoritative and cold voice.
"Is this the result you gave me? You used the Blood Pool Secret Technique, yet you couldn't even break that boy's umbrella?"
"Your Holiness, please forgive me... that Ye Feng, his martial spirit is really strange, and he seems to have mastered some kind of energy that can restrain our Spirit Hall's secret techniques..." Salas was sweating profusely.
That's enough.
Bibi Dong's voice was filled with a ruthless and decisive air, "Since that good-for-nothing Tang San is already crippled, let Nana and the others take action directly. Before the finals, I don't want to see Ye Feng on the podium again."
"Order Yue Guan and Gui Mei to prepare for action. Since we can't deal with him within the rules, let's completely erase any trace of his existence."
Inside the base, Ye Feng was disassembling the Thousand Chance Umbrella for final performance maintenance.
His fingers gently traced a groove on the umbrella shaft. There lay a peculiar seed he had discovered deep within the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire—a fragment of some kind of "law" that he had never heard of in the original story and that did not even belong to this world.
"The Spirit Hall's patience is almost exhausted."
Ye Feng muttered to himself. He knew that his journey through Heaven Dou City was over. His next destination was Spirit City. There, there were no rules, only life and death.
"Zhuqing, help me move that box of 'high-explosive fixed-weight bombs' over here. I want the fireworks for the finals to be bigger."
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting Ye Feng's shadow on the ground that constantly shifted shape. Sometimes it resembled a longsword, sometimes a heavy cannon. And this weapon, named the Thousand Chance Umbrella, was about to resound its final hymn amidst the ruins of Martial Soul City.
late at night.
Tang San, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was secretly taken away from Shrek Academy.
No one knows where he went. But some say that on that stormy night, they saw a one-armed man (Tang Hao) carrying a blood-covered boy on his back, heading towards the most sinister and terrifying hell on the continent—the Killing City.
"Ye Feng... even if it costs me my soul, I will return from hell to kill you!"
In that blood-soaked valley, Tang San left behind his final curse.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng was sitting on the rooftop, drinking tea brewed by Ning Rongrong, and counting the stars in the night sky.
"Next stop, Spirit City. We'll see...we'll see."
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