"Oh no, Xiao Qi is in danger!" Far away in the God Realm, Xiao Wu, observing this scene through Tang San, let out a cry of alarm.
Tang San put his arm around Xiao Wu's shoulders. "Rest assured, I left a strand of divine sense on Xiao Qi that will activate automatically if she encounters peril. Besides, the teachers at Shrek Academy won't just stand by and watch something happen to her."
In Tang San's heart, Wang Dong'er was merely a fractured soul—someone to endure hardships on his daughter's behalf, help train his daughter's 'dog,' and ultimately serve as the wedding gown for his real daughter, Tang Wutong.
It wouldn't hurt to let her suffer a little.
Who told her to be so reckless? It was one thing to refuse cooperation with the Son of Destiny, but it was quite another to impulsively challenge that kid named Feng Piaoling all by herself.
"I don't care! I just don't want Xiao Qi to be in danger," Xiao Wu looked at Tang San stubbornly.
"This... fine..." Although Tang San didn't particularly care about Wang Dong'er, who was temporarily occupying his daughter's body—believing that only the third of the soul he held, which contained Tang Wutong's memories of the God Realm, was his true daughter—he relented.
Since Xiao Wu had spoken, he would lend a small hand.
"Still not planning to surrender?"
Feng Piaoling's second soul ring flickered. Between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, which was tucked behind his back, an Earth Escape Talisman appeared. He raised his left hand and suddenly clenched it into a fist toward Wang Dong'er.
In the next instant, twenty to thirty basketball-sized fireballs swarmed toward Wang Dong'er in a dense barrage.
The referee was about to intervene when someone grabbed his shoulder.
Looking back, he saw it was Dean Yan Shaozhe. Looking toward Wang Dong'er, the Dean shook his head with a solemn expression.
The corner of Feng Piaoling's mouth quirked up. While everyone's attention was drawn by the thick swarm of fire bullets, he sacrificed the Earth Escape Talisman from his hand.
Following a series of thundering explosions, Wang Dong'er was swallowed by a terrifying wave of fire.
Just as everyone thought she was about to perish in the sea of flames, a burst of black light exploded outward at an incredible speed, instantly dousing the fire.
Wang Dong'er's figure was revealed.
Her Radiant Butterfly Goddess martial soul had been retracted into her body, and she was now shrouded in a layer of black light—it was this light that had extinguished the flames.
The black light then converged into Wang Dong'er's right hand. A pitch-black hammer, ancient in style and devoid of any patterns, was gripped in her palm as she lunged toward Feng Piaoling.
Seeing the hammer, the teachers and high-ranking officials of Shrek all widened their eyes. Zhou Yi couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart and blurted out, "The world's number one tool martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer!"
"The Clear Sky Hammer? That a mere hammer could possess such power is truly mind-boggling."
Feng Piaoling raised an eyebrow, a flicker of suspicion crossing his eyes.
At that moment, Electrolux, residing within his spiritual sea, spoke up: "Just now, I sensed a mysterious and unfathomable aura from that young girl that does not belong to her."
"That explains it then." Feng Piaoling knew the Tang God-King had interfered.
As Wang Dong'er swung the Clear Sky Hammer toward him, Feng Piaoling remained unfazed. An instant before the hammer landed, he shifted his body, evading the heavy, forceful strike.
Simultaneously, he pressed his index and middle fingers together, a cyan light glowing at the tips.
Wang Dong'er's hammer slammed into the ground, but the expected sound of shattering earth never came. Instead, it sank into the ground as if it had no physical form.
Wang Dong'er looked down, only to realize that a brownish-yellow talisman had been stuck to her chest at some unknown point.
The talisman rapidly released a halo of light that enveloped her entire body in the blink of an eye.
Wang Dong'er felt her vision go dark. Then, along with her hammer, she was pulled into the ground by the yellow glow.
When she reappeared, she had been ejected into the spectator stands outside the competition area.
Wang Dong'er stared blankly for a moment. It wasn't until she saw Feng Piaoling still in the arena that she realized what had happened. Her grip on the Clear Sky Hammer tightened, her heart a mix of shame and fury.
Weren't we supposed to have a fair and square fight?
Instead, he just transferred me out of the arena—and he stuck that talisman on my chest! What kind of tactic is that!
Feng Piaoling ignored the eliminated Wang Dong'er and turned his gaze toward Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin, who were being beaten into a pathetic state by Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er.
At this moment, both were covered in wounds of varying sizes.
A wound on Huo Yuhao's chest was so deep it exposed the bone. This happened during an attempt to use 'Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon' to fling Nanmen Yun'er away; he found he couldn't budge her at all, as she possessed the strength of a five-thousand-year-old Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear. Instead, her Jade Blade had sliced across his chest.
Compared to Huo Yuhao, Dai Huabin was in even worse shape, his body covered in a dense network of claw marks. He had become a man of blood.
Yet, they refused to admit defeat, as if they were holding out for something.
Finally, after being kicked back by Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er, they used the momentum to reach a spot forty-nine meters away from Feng Piaoling—just within the attack range of their 'Huo-Bin Power.'
"Second Brother, now!"
The moment they steadied themselves, they sprinted toward Feng Piaoling together. Mid-run, the two of them quickly locked lips in a kiss.
Two white soul rings and three rings—two yellow and one purple—detached from their bodies, rising into the sky to overlap.
A pillar of light descended, enveloping the two of them.
In the next instant, a massive white tiger with golden patterns and a vertical eye on its forehead manifested before the crowd.
"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill! Is this your trump card?" Yan Shaozhe looked at Qian Duoduo with a hint of anger.
"This... I suppose so." Qian Duoduo couldn't bear to watch either. He knew Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin had a fusion skill, but who could have guessed it required that kind of fusion method?
Two grown men, mouth-to-mouth—it was an eyesore of the highest order.
Equally angry was Mu Jin. Seeing Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin enter the fusion state, she trembled with rage. "You were plotting against me from the very beginning! Zhou Yi, oh Zhou Yi, to win the championship, you actually let your students perform such a scandalous act in public? You have no shame!"
"What does it matter? On a real battlefield, let alone a kiss, one would do anything to survive—even if it meant crossing swords in the most literal sense."
Seeing Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin finally unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Zhou Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her furrowed brows and clenched fists relaxed, and a triumphant smirk played on her lips.
"Hmph, we'll see. It's not over until it's over." Mu Jin thought of Feng Piaoling's second soul skill. Since he could trap and transfer people underground, he could surely hide there himself. As long as he avoided the fusion skill, victory would belong to Class 9.
And she would win a ten-thousand-year soul bone.
Aside from Yan Shaozhe and Mu Jin, there was one other person even more furious than them.
That was Tang San in the God Realm.
Upon seeing Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin perform their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Tang God-King—who had sat calmly as a spectator for ten thousand years—finally suffered a total breakdown. His previous air of calm elegance vanished instantly; his eyes turned bloodshot, and he began to seethe with rage.
The Son of Destiny actually formed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with someone else? Who? Who did this?
One must know that the measures he had left on Huo Yuhao ensured he would only develop a fusion skill with someone possessing a Light-attribute martial soul.
Furthermore, once a Martial Soul Fusion Skill is formed and the fusion is completed, it is impossible to develop another one with a different person.
The same applied to the person fusing with Huo Yuhao.
Most critically, once two people achieve martial soul fusion, they will uncontrollably and gradually fall in love with one another.
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