Chapter 164 Yu Xiaogang the Clown! Lu Ming's Terrifying Strength!
Upon hearing the word "take action," Flander shuddered.
He feared nothing in his life except Liu Erlong's anger.
"Okay... I'll listen to you."
Flander gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Lu Ming, and carried the unconscious Ma Hongjun as he turned and walked towards Shrek's rest area, his back view appearing particularly desolate.
A potential crisis vanished without a trace with just a few words from Liu Erlong.
This only further enraged the Shrek team members on the stage.
Tang San rubbed his slightly dizzy forehead. The backlash from his mental energy had given him a splitting headache, but at this moment, the anger in his heart overwhelmed everything.
"Lu Ming!"
Tang San stepped forward, his eyes flashing with cold light. "You're just making excuses! Fatty's attack was fierce, but he didn't actually hurt Rongrong! But you, you completely crippled him!"
"If I hadn't intervened in time, would Rongrong still be standing?"
Lu Ming looked at Tang San as if he were an idiot. "Tang San, your double standards are as disgusting as ever. Is this your so-called way to seek death?"
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Tang San stopped arguing; he knew he couldn't win an argument with Lu Ming.
"Mu Bai, Xiao Ao, form the formation!"
At Tang San's command, Dai Mubai suppressed his anger at being humiliated earlier, and flashed to stand in front of Tang San and Oscar.
"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"
A white beam of light shot straight towards Lu Ming.
At the same time, Tang San pressed his hands to the ground.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Blue Silver Prison!"
This time, however, his target was not Lu Ming, but Dai Mubai, Oscar and the remaining three substitute players, forming a solid defensive barrier. At the same time, countless vines emerged from the gaps in the cage, waving like tentacles.
It is good at both offense and defense.
Tang San knew very well that no one could defeat Lu Ming in a one-on-one fight.
The only solution is to concentrate fire.
"Trying to use sheer numbers?"
Lu Ming looked at the dense swarms of Blue Silver Grass and shook his head. "Boring."
He slowly extended his right hand, palm facing upward.
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body.
yellow.
yellow.
black!
When the first two yellow century-old soul rings rose, the audience thought it was normal.
But the moment the third spirit ring appeared, the entire Great Spirit Arena fell into a deathly silence.
It was black.
A deep, dark black that exudes an endless sense of oppression!
A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring!
The third soul skill is actually a ten-thousand-year soul ring!
"That's impossible!"
Yu Xiaogang, who had just settled Ma Hongjun, saw the black spirit ring and was so stunned that he collapsed into a chair as if struck by lightning.
"This violates the ironclad rule of the Soul Master world! The limit for the third Soul Ring is 1,760 years! How could it be 10,000 years? How could his body possibly withstand it?"
Yu Xiaogang held his head in his hands, his face full of disbelief, repeatedly muttering "Impossible."
The appearance of this ten-thousand-year-old soul ring directly trampled his proud "master theory" underfoot and crushed it to dust.
It wasn't just him.
Even the well-informed Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up and slammed his scepter heavily on the ground.
"The third ring of ten thousand years..."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, "If this child doesn't die young, he will definitely become a Title Douluo! No, he might even become a Limit Douluo!"
Sitting next to him was Xue Qinghe, who was actually Qian Renxue disguised as the Crown Prince. At this moment, she narrowed her beautiful eyes and stared intently at Lu Ming.
"That's interesting."
She thought to herself, "This kind of talent has never been recorded even in the Spirit Hall's records. Lu Ming... what secret are you hiding?"
On the arena.
As the black spirit ring lit up, a long spear, entirely black with strange golden patterns covering its shaft, appeared in Lu Ming's hand.
As soon as the spear was drawn, the surrounding air seemed to be expelled, emitting a series of low humming sounds.
Blue Silver Overlord Spear!
This is Lu Ming's innate soul skill, which he developed by combining his own understanding after his martial soul evolved.
"A bunch of chickens and dogs, do they think they're worthy of me using this trick on them?"
Lu Ming held the gun in one hand and casually swung it forward.
There were no fancy moves.
It was just a simple sweeping strike.
hold head high--!
A high-pitched dragon roar suddenly rang out.
The black spear light instantly surged, transforming into a black, furious dragon that roared as it charged towards Shrek's camp.
Rumble!
Tang San's proud Blue Silver Cage defensive array was like a paper toy in front of this black spear light.
It collapsed instantly!
"puff!"
As the master of his martial soul, Tang San was the first to be hit, spitting out a mouthful of blood and flying backward.
Dai Mubai, who was at the very front, fared even worse. His White Tiger protective barrier shattered instantly, and he was sent flying by the enormous impact, tumbling several times in the air.
As for the three substitute players, Tailong, Huang Yuan, and Jingling, they didn't even utter a sound before being swept off the stage by the terrifying shockwave, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.
One shot.
Just one shot.
The Shrek team was wiped out, except for their core trio!
"Little Ao! Hurry!"
Tang San, who was flying backwards in the air, shouted sharply.
Oscar's face was also pale, but he was, after all, a genius with innate full soul power, and his reaction was extremely fast.
"I have a mushroom sausage!"
He forced out the shameful incantation in mid-air, and several sausages with wings instantly appeared in his hand.
"Eat it!"
Oscar tossed the sausages to Tang San and Dai Mubai, and then swallowed one himself.
The next moment.
A pair of transparent wings suddenly appeared on the backs of the three people.
call!
Just as they were about to fall off the stage, the three of them suddenly flapped their wings, defying the laws of gravity, and soared into the sky, hovering more than twenty meters above the ground.
"Huff... huff..."
Tang San wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down at the messy arena, a hint of lingering fear flashing in his eyes, but more so a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.
He looked down at Lu Ming, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Lu Ming, your strength is indeed very strong, and that gun is terrifying."
"but."
Can you fly?
Tang San's voice, enveloped in soul power, resounded throughout the entire arena, "Unless one reaches the Title Douluo level or possesses a flying martial soul, a soul master cannot remain airborne for an extended period. Now that we're in the sky, what do you have to fight us with?"
Upon hearing this, the audience finally snapped out of their shock at Lu Ming's shot.
They looked at the three Shrek students flying in the air with surprise in their eyes.
"That's... a flight soul skill?"
"It can actually make three people fly at the same time? That sausage-selling Soul Master's support abilities are that strong?"
"This is interesting. It seems like no one on the Blue Tyrant team can fly."
"Shrek is now invincible!"
Yu Xiaogang's originally ashen face finally regained a sliver of color.
He sat up straight again, straightened his collar, and resumed his masterly demeanor.
"Indeed, this is what makes food-type Soul Masters so precious."
Yu Xiaogang looked at the three people in the air, a hint of relief in his eyes, "As long as we control the air, Tang San's hidden weapons and control can be used to their fullest potential. Although Lu Ming is strong, he can't reach them."
This is a tactical victory!
(End of chapter)