"A one-vs-seven sweep?"
As this outrageous thought spread through Star Luo Plaza, the once-deafening discussions gradually quieted.
What replaced them was a deep, collective shock.
This term had almost never appeared in the history of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Douluo Tournament.
Even Shrek Academy—over all these years—had never accomplished such a feat.
After all, a contestant's spirit power is limited. Their physical stamina is limited. The exhaustion caused by consecutive elimination battles is terrifying.
Under normal circumstances, no matter how strong someone was, winning four or five matches in a row was already astonishing.
But today…
As countless gazes fell upon Liu Yuan, standing calmly on the stage like a gentle breeze, hearts began to race.
Maybe… just maybe… there really was a sliver of possibility.
…
Shrek Academy rest area.
If Elder Xuan's face earlier had looked like the bottom of a burnt pot, now it was so dark it seemed ready to drip ink.
The wine gourd in his hand creaked under his grip. That old face, usually muddled with drunken ease, was now filled with gloom and panic.
"Impossible… absolutely impossible!"
Xuan Zi howled frantically in his heart.
This wasn't how things were supposed to go!
In his imagination, Liu Yuan—the "trash" he had personally expelled from Shrek—should have been crushed by Chiyan Academy, fleeing in humiliation. The Sun Moon Team's morale would collapse, and they would fail to even make it out of the round-robin stage, becoming the laughingstock of the entire continent.
Then he, Xuan Zi, could stand tall and righteous, pointing fingers and proclaiming to all: See? How sharp my judgment was back then! Someone like that was never worthy of Shrek!
But now?
An instant kill on a four-ring Soul Ancestor!
And the First Spirit Skill alone displayed speed so terrifying it bordered on what only a Titled Douluo could achieve!
Xuan Zi felt fear.
If this kid really pulled off a one-vs-seven sweep…
A chill ran straight down his spine.
If this reached Sea Gods Pavilion.
If it reached Elder Mu's ears.
If it spread across the entire continent—
"The student expelled by Xuan Zi single-handedly swept Chiyan Academy?"
That would be like carving the words blind and ignorant onto his forehead, while dumping a bucket of filth all over Shrek Academy's golden reputation!
"No! Absolutely not!"
Elder Xuan clenched his teeth, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes.
This could not be allowed to happen!
He stared fiercely toward Chiyan Academy's preparation area, praying and cursing in equal measure:
"You little brats from Chiyan Academy, pull yourselves together!"
"Don't be cowards! Get up there! Burn him to ashes!"
"If you lose, I—I'll go to your academy gates and curse you every day!"
At this moment, a dignified elder of Shrek's Sea Gods Pavilion had fallen to the point of pinning all his hopes on another academy to save his face.
The irony was suffocating.
…
On the other side.
Chiyan Academy's preparation area.
The atmosphere was so heavy it felt like it could be wrung out like water.
As the slow-motion replay ended on the big screen, every Chiyan team member felt as if they'd been slapped across the face—burning pain lingering.
Shame.
This was the greatest humiliation Chiyan Academy had suffered since its founding!
Their vanguard had been swatted away like a fly before even releasing his Spirit.
"Captain…"
One team member swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
"This Liu Yuan's speed is terrifying. What… what do we do next?"
As captain, Chi Xiao's face was grim.
He stared fixedly at Liu Yuan on the stage.
"Don't panic!"
Chi Xiao took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"Speed is troublesome, but it's not unbeatable."
"As long as we restrict his movement space or predict his trajectory, his advantage will be reduced."
"And that burst just now must have consumed a lot of spirit power. He's only a Spirit King—I don't believe he can keep using a skill like that indefinitely!"
Just then, a youth sitting silently in the corner stood up.
He was thin, his eyes sunken, surrounded by a cold, dark-red aura completely different from the explosive flames of the others.
"Captain, let me go."
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping together.
Chi Xiao turned sharply.
"Xiao Huo? Are you sure?"
Xiao Huo was one of Chiyan Academy's official members this year—a Rank 55 Control System Battle Soul King!
His Spirit wasn't ordinary fire, but a rare elemental Spirit: the Flame Monarch. Though his raw power wasn't Chi Xiao's equal, his field control was unrivaled within the team.
"If it were someone relying purely on brute force, I'd be worried."
Xiao Huo slowly raised his head. In his cloudy eyes, dark-red flames flickered eerily.
"But an agility-attack system that depends on speed?"
A cold smile curled at his lips as he clenched his pale hand.
"He's walking straight into my trap."
"My Third Spirit Skill—Flame Demon Domain. It's not a true Domain yet, but it can instantly turn the entire arena into a sea of fire."
"That fire is my sensory network."
"As long as he moves within it, even the vibration of a single grain of dust won't escape my perception."
A sharp confidence gleamed in Xiao Huo's eyes.
"In that sea of fire, I don't need my eyes."
"I'll show him what it means to have… nowhere to hide."
Hearing this, Chi Xiao's gloomy expression finally eased, hope rekindling.
That's right!
Full-field suppression. Full-field perception.
No matter how fast you are, you still have to stand on the stage.
As long as you're on it, you'll burn—and your position will be exposed!
This was the perfect counter to agility-based Spirit Masters!
And even if Flame Demon Domain lacked killing power, it would still disrupt Liu Yuan!
"Good!"
Chi Xiao slapped Xiao Huo heavily on the shoulder.
"I'm leaving this match to you!"
"This isn't just about winning—it's about washing away our shame!"
"Go show that arrogant bastard that Chiyan Academy is not to be humiliated!"
"Burn his one-vs-seven dream to ashes!"
"Understood."
Xiao Huo nodded, then strode toward the tunnel under his teammates' expectant gazes.
…
"Next contestant from Chiyan Academy, please enter the arena!"
At the referee's shout, Xiao Huo's figure slowly emerged from the tunnel.
Compared to Huo Lie's flamboyance, Xiao Huo was restrained and gloomy. No roars. No taunts.
With each step he took onto the stage, scorched footprints appeared on the stone, as though the heat within his body was burning the ground itself.
When he stopped opposite Liu Yuan, a suppressed, scorching aura flooded the arena.
"Chiyan Academy, Xiao Huo."
He looked straight at Liu Yuan, his voice calm as stagnant water.
"Rank 55, Control System Battle Soul King."
The crowd erupted once more.
"So it's Xiao Huo!"
"The one with the full-field fire control!"
"That really does counter speed types!"
"This is worth watching—can Liu Yuan still win?"
Hearing the buzz, Elder Xuan finally relaxed a fraction.
"That's it! Sending this kid was the right move!"
He stroked his chin, anticipation returning.
"This Chi Xiao isn't stupid—he knows how to adapt."
"If it's Xiao Huo, he won't fear Liu Yuan."
On the stage, facing Xiao Huo's oppressive introduction, Liu Yuan remained calm.
He merely nodded faintly, didn't even state his own rank, and casually made a "please" gesture.
To Xiao Huo, this was the height of contempt.
"Very well."
A flicker of anger crossed his eyes.
"I hope you can keep this elegance when you're screaming in my sea of fire later."
Both sides stood ready.
This time, the air wasn't just filled with tension—it carried calculation and psychological warfare.
The referee took a deep breath and raised his hand once more.
Everyone held their breath, eyes unblinking.
"Match—"
"…Begin!"
-------------Author---------------
Read 50 advanced chapter
👉 patreon.com/Master_fic
U can read 10 chapters ahead just for 5$