Chapter 175: Forcing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Who Do You Think You Are?
Ma Hongjun and Oscar were eliminated one after another.
Tang San hurriedly looked toward Xiao Wu.
Tang San shouted anxiously at Xiao Wu, who had charged out, "Xiao Wu! Come back!"
But Xiao Wu was already tightly entangled by the Shi brothers.
The two brothers' defense was simply too strong.
Xiao Wu's normal punches and kicks couldn't cause any real damage to them. Instead, she was forced back step by step, unable even to break free.
"You two big blocks, get out of my way!"
A trace of fierceness flashed in Xiao Wu's eyes.
Using the arm swung over by Shi Mo as leverage, she leapt up and directly jumped behind the other.
"Eight-Stage Kick!"
A sharp cry rang out.
Xiao Wu's figure was like a ghost, weaving back and forth between the two brothers.
Kick after kick was unleashed.
Smooth and flowing, without the slightest hesitation!
With the final kick landing, the Shi Mo brothers spat out blood and were directly kicked off the Soul Arena!
"Royal Fighting Team, Shi Mo and Shi Mo eliminated!"
The entire arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted into thunderous cheers!
No one had expected that this delicate and cute-looking girl would possess such terrifying explosive power!
But after Xiao Wu landed, she staggered.
Her face turned pale, and nearly all the soul power in her body was exhausted.
The Eight-Stage Kick consumed an enormous amount of soul power at full force.
Just now, to take down the two brothers, she had nearly drained herself completely.
"Xiao Wu!"
Tang San's eyes were about to split as he rushed forward.
Xiao Wu ignored him completely, calmly turned around, and jumped off the Soul Arena herself.
"I concede."
"Shrek Team, Soft Bone Charm Rabbit eliminated!"
The referee's voice fell.
On Shrek's side, only Dai Mubai, Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong, whose soul power was nearly depleted, remained.
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, doing her best to support the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
But her soul power had already hit bottom.
The colorful light grew dimmer and dimmer.
Finally, with a "pa" sound, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda disappeared from her hand.
Her legs gave out, and she sat directly on the ground, revealing an apologetic expression to Zhu Zhuqing.
"I'm sorry… my soul power is exhausted."
The staff immediately stepped forward and helped her off the stage.
"Shrek Team, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile, eliminated!"
At this moment, the situation on the Soul Arena had completely become clear.
The Royal Fighting Team still had Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Yu Feng, Osler, and Ye Lingling, all in fighting condition.
Meanwhile, the Shrek Team only had three battered members left, and even their support was gone.
The cheers of the entire arena had completely turned into support for the Royal Fighting Team.
Everyone believed there was no suspense left in this battle.
In the resting area of the spectator stands, Yu Xiaogang's face was as pale as paper.
His clenched fists had nails digging into flesh, and as he looked at the three struggling on the stage, his body trembled uncontrollably.
How did it become like this?
They clearly had the upper hand just now.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingmo remained as calm as ever.
the smile at the corner of his mouth growing deeper,
"Without the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San cannot turn the tide."
On the other side of the Soul Arena,
Dugu Yan's gaze once again swept toward Lin Qingmo beside Xiao Wu, and a playful smile curled at her lips.
Ah Qing, oh no, Azure Star.
Your people are about to lose completely.
…
"Royal Fighting Team! Royal Fighting Team!"
The shouts in Suo Tuo City Great Soul Arena nearly lifted the roof, making people's ears buzz.
"Those two guys' turtle shells are really hard."
Standing beside Lin Qingmo, Xiao Wu rubbed her numb calf that had been shaken from clashing head-on with her opponents.
She had just forcefully taken down two Royal Fighting Team members through close-range leg techniques.
Now her soul power was nearly exhausted, and even her steps felt unsteady.
Ning Rongrong at the side was in a similar state.
Supporting multiple people with amplification alone had consumed a great deal of her spiritual power and soul power.
Watching the Soul Arena, Ning Rongrong pressed her lips together and sighed, "I hope Zhuqing can quickly deal with Osler. That Ghost Leopard Martial Soul is just too fast."
The battle situation in the arena had indeed reached a white-hot stage.
Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul was fully unleashed, her tight-fitting outfit fluttering loudly under the sharp wind from the claws.
Her movements were so fast that only afterimages remained.
Each pounce carried bone-chilling cold intent, yet every attack was narrowly avoided by Osler.
The Ghost Leopard Martial Soul on the opposite side also excelled in speed. The two had already fought for dozens of exchanges.
Both sides had consumed a huge amount of soul power, their breathing heavy with rough gasps, yet neither had gained an absolute advantage.
"Zhuqing!"
A furious roar suddenly exploded from the side.
Dai Mubai was covered in blood, the phantom of the White Tiger Martial Soul flickering behind him.
After forcefully enduring Yu Tianheng's dragon claw attack, his soul power was nearly depleted, and half his body was numbed by electricity and no longer obeyed him.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing and Osler locked in a stalemate and glancing at the other Royal Fighting Team members watching like tigers from the sidelines, a ruthless look surged in Dai Mubai's eyes.
He suddenly charged toward Zhu Zhuqing.
His soul power erupted without reservation as he shouted loudly, "Zhuqing, Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"
Almost the instant his words fell—
"!!!"
Zhu Zhuqing only felt her Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul suddenly tremble violently.
As if pulled by a tyrannical force, it began to move uncontrollably toward Dai Mubai.
All the soul power in her body started to become restless and out of control.
Her face instantly turned deathly pale, and at this moment, she no longer had any thought of dealing with Osler.
She abruptly turned to avoid Dai Mubai's outstretched hand and shouted without hesitation, "I concede!!!"
The three words were loud and urgent, filled with undisguised resistance and rejection.
At that exact second,
Before the referee could react,
From the gap at the edge of the arena, a Blue Silver Grass as thick as a thigh suddenly shot out, growing as fast as a streak of blue lightning, wrapping toward Zhu Zhuqing.
The Blue Silver Grass was precisely coiled around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist.
Before Dai Mubai could take another step forward,
The Blue Silver Grass suddenly exerted force, steadily lifting Zhu Zhuqing into the air and carrying her directly out of the arena, landing her on the open ground below.
"???"
The entire audience was stunned.
The cheering abruptly halted.
A wave of discussion instantly erupted.
"What just happened? Why did she suddenly concede?"
"Where did that Blue Silver Grass come from? Isn't that the Martial Soul of that Thousand Hands Asura? Why did it extend from below the stage?"
"Weren't the Evil Eye White Tiger and Hell Spirit Cat about to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill? Why was it interrupted?"
"Looks like the Hell Spirit Cat gave up on her own."
Dai Mubai rushed forward but missed, stumbling and nearly falling in the arena.
He looked at the empty space in front of him, then suddenly turned his head toward below the stage, immediately spotting Lin Qingmo retracting the Blue Silver Grass.
His face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Lin Qingmo!"
Him again!
His good plan had once again been ruined by this guy!
Leaning against the railing of the spectator stands, Lin Qingmo still held a tender Blue Silver Grass leaf between his fingers.
Facing Dai Mubai's furious gaze, he only lightly curled his lips, his heart completely unmoved.
Still thinking of forcibly activating a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?
Do you really think Zhu Zhuqing is a tool you can bind whenever you want?
Who do you think you are?
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End of Chapter