*Thump!
* Hu Yanli's 500-pound body plummeted from the sky, slamming heavily onto the arena.
The entire arena shook.
A gasp rippled through the crowd .
Ye Qiu's right hand remained raised, a look of satisfaction on his face.
Much of his soul power had been wasted, but the power was still considerable.
His raised hand suddenly clenched into a fist, his index finger extended
—the meaning was clear!
The crowd began chanting the name of Blue Tyrant Academy; they had clearly become the favorites to win.
"Brother is so amazing!"
Little Lan cheered, immediately rushing towards Ye Qiu.
The other girls also immediately surrounded him, their clear, melodious praise ringing out.
Ning Rongrong, Xue Ke, Liu Erlong, and Jiang Zhu in the rest area also stared intently at Ye Qiu on the stage, their faces beaming with smiles.
After the referee's examination, Hu Yanli,
the only remaining member of the Elephant Armor Sect on the stage, had already fainted, and the referee had no choice but to announce the result.
"Second round, first preliminary match, Blue Tyrant Academy wins!"
The referee's voice, amplified by the soul tool, resounded throughout the entire Great Soul Arena.
Bang!
A loud explosion echoed from the VIP seats.
It was Elephant Armor Sect Master, Hu Yanzhen, who crushed the armrest of his chair, his large, copper-bell-like eyes blazing with
humiliation and fury!
He had never imagined his eldest grandson would lose, and to make matters worse, lose so miserably! His Elephant Armor Sect team had been wiped out by a single opponent!
Defenses that even Soul Masters couldn't break through in the past had been rendered impenetrable by the opponent, who hadn't even used a soul skill, yet had still managed to make Hu Yanli vomit blood.
Why? Why such a crushing defeat?
Not only was Hu Yanzhen bewildered, but even the Platinum Bishop Salas sitting beside him was stunned.
That kid hadn't used any soul skills,
yet he had instantly controlled three Soul Masters and four Soul Venerables with illusion magic.
And without even breaking a sweat!
Such terrifying mental power, such formidable strength—simply unparalleled talent!
Startled by the explosion, Qian Renxue, who resembled Xue Qinghe, frowned and glanced at Huyan Zhen, a cold smile playing on her lips.
How could those ugly monsters compare to her man?
Anyone—including her with her innate soul power of level twenty, even Dong Jie and that madwoman—
would pale in comparison to him .
Ning Fengzhi's face was now full of smiles.
Looking at the audience cheering for Ye Qiu and his team, he couldn't help but admire Ye Qiu's beautiful victory.
Beside him, Bone Douluo also smiled broadly, muttering softly, "This kid's getting tougher and tougher, hehe."
He glanced at Huyan Zhen and let out two cold laughs.
Emperor Xueye was also astonished by Ye Qiu's power.
At the same time, he was filled with doubt: "Sect Master Ning, I wonder what kind of method that young man used? Such terrifying power, but why are there no soul rings?"
"Your Majesty, Ye Qiu used one of his self-created soul skills. He has many methods,"
Ning Fengzhi smiled mysteriously.
Emperor Xueye was stunned.
"Oh? Sect Master Ning rarely praises others so highly, especially a young man."
"Haha. A young talent, of course worthy of praise."
...
Below, in the center of the arena.
The six disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect who had stepped down from the arena quickly went up and helped Hu Yanli to his feet.
Supporting him, both sides lined up again and exchanged greetings with Ye Qiu and the others.
Both sides bowed to their opponents simultaneously.
The difference was that Ye Qiu and his group of seven had calm, smiling eyes, while the six disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect were filled with resentment.
From the start to the end of the match, they had felt no sense of participation whatsoever, and had left the arena in a daze.
This feeling of having strength but nowhere to use it, facing such opponents, was incredibly frustrating.
The audience erupted in cheers the moment the match ended. Initially, only a few chanted Blue Tyrant Academy's name, but like a lit fuse, the chants grew larger and larger.
When Ye Qiu and his seven teammates stepped off the stage,
the audience had even forgotten that several matches were still ongoing; a wave of chants for Blue Tyrant Academy swept through the stands.
Most of the audience weren't Soul Masters.
As the saying goes, the layman sees the spectacle, and while Blue Tyrant Academy's match wasn't the most dazzling
, it was the most unexpected and devastating.
The huge size difference between the two sides led the audience to immediately perceive Blue Tyrant Academy as the weaker side.
And sympathy for the underdog is a common emotion among ordinary people.
Whether it was Ye Qiu's single glance controlling his seven opponents or the subsequent battles,
everything told the audience that Blue Tyrant Academy was the true powerhouse, their strength absolutely overwhelming.
When Ye Qiu returned to the rest area,
Xue Ke had already left and returned to the VIP section.
"Rongrong, what's wrong? Still sulking?" Ye Qiu walked up to Ning Rongrong and pinched her cheek.
"Hmph! What's there for me to be angry about? I'm just a little annoyed."
Ning Rongrong snorted, hugged Ye Qiu's waist, and leaned against him.
"You brat!"
Ye Qiu hugged her and chuckled.
"Alright, the competition is over for today, we should go."
"This competition was a bit boring, not as fun as I imagined."
Xiao Wu played with her scorpion braid, looking disappointed.
Zhu Zhuqing smiled slightly: "Didn't my husband say we'd have a chance to make a move?"
"I wish I didn't have to."
Ye Lingling took Dugu Yan's hand, her pretty face under the veil smiling like a flower.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go back to sleep, we can't even eat on the stage...it's too much!"
Xiao Lan stuffed snacks into her mouth and couldn't help but complain.
"Haha."
The women laughed and walked out of the Great Soul Arena with Ye Qiu.
But.
The Heaven Dou Grand Arena didn't quiet
down after their departure. The atmosphere inside had become incredibly heated, with cheers for Blue Tyrant Academy continuing until the other four matches were over.
Blue Tyrant Academy wasn't the only team with two consecutive wins.
However, their opponents in those two victories were the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's second team, symbolizing the Heaven Dou Empire, and the Elephant Armor Academy, a subordinate of the Elephant Armor Sect, one of the seven major sects. The strength of their opponents was undeniable
.
Yet, Blue Tyrant Academy won both matches with only one player each, undoubtedly making them the focus of all the spectators.
In the stands
, Yu Xiaogang's face was grim. Ye Qiu's mental power had become even stronger. There wasn't a good way to resist this kind of illusion. He felt a faint sense of unease, wondering how strong Xiao San would become under the special training of the Evil Blood Douluo. In the VIP seats, Tianxiang Huyan Zhen had calmed down, sitting there with a gloomy expression. Beside him, the Platinum Bishop Salas looked thoughtful. (End of Chapter)