Chapter 475: The Royal Fighting Team: Everyone is a King of the Ring, Opponents Become Units of Measurement

The match began.

Shui Bing’er was also wary of Dugu Yan’s poison.

Shui Bing’er proactively created an ice screen in front of herself, forming a defense.

Dugu Yan did not rush to attack, instead, she slowly released her Jade Phosphor Snake EmperorSpirit.

That giant, emerald-green snake coiled around her body.

The snake’s eyes overlapped with her own pupils; they were emerald, bewitching, and deadly.

"Your ice screen is not bad."

Dugu Yan tilted her head: "But it won’t be able to block my poison."

A layer of purple mist permeated from her body.

Shui Bing’er’s expression changed.

"Spread."

Dugu Yan flicked her finger lightly.

The purple mist instantly expanded, covering half of the ring.

Under the erosion of the poison mist, Shui Bing’er’s ice screen began to discolor and crumble, its defensive power dropping sharply.

"Damn it!"

Shui Bing’er gritted her teeth; she had no choice but to abandon her defense and proactively retreat to the edge of the ring.

But Dugu Yan didn’t give her a chance to breathe, launching an attack.

In just a few exchanges, Dugu Yan arrived in front of Shui Bing’er, completely unscathed.

Her slender fingers rested lightly on Shui Bing’er’s shoulder.

"Sorry, you lose."

"!!"

Shui Bing’er froze in place, not daring to move.

She could feel a faint stinging sensation coming from her fingertips; that was the feeling of poison seeping in.

"...I concede."

Next, Shui Yue’er and the other girls from Tianshui Academy came up one after another, only to be defeated by Dugu Yan in various ways, one after another.

Six consecutive victories.

Dugu Yan stood in the center of the ring.

Her emerald long hair fluttered in the wind, and the green mist swirling around her made her look incredibly bewitching.

The last contestant from Tianshui Academy stood under the ring, her legs trembling.

"...Um, I forfeit."

"Royal Fighting Team’s Dugu Yan defeats six members of Tianshui Academy, one forfeits—Imperial Team wins!"

When the referee announced the result, his voice was even trembling slightly.

The audience was already in a complete frenzy.

"Holy crap..."

Ma Hongjun’s mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg.

"Is Dugu Yan really this fierce? How come it feels like she’s gotten significantly stronger than in the preliminary round?"

Tang San did not answer, but his brows furrowed even tighter.

He noticed a detail: from start to finish, Dugu Yan only released three Spirit Abilitys from her spirit rings, not using a single extra one.

In other words, she was still far from using her full strength.

...

"Fourth match of the ranking tournament—Thunder Academy challenges the Royal Fighting Team!"

"Zhuqing, it’s your turn." Xiao Wu patted Zhu Zhuqing on the shoulder.

Zhu Zhuqing stood up with a light, quiet movement.

Her pace toward the ring was unhurried, her long black hair swaying gently behind her head.

Lin Qingmo noticed that her eyes were exceptionally cold today.

"Go, Zhuqing!" Xiao Wu waved from behind.

Zhu Zhuqing did not turn back, only nodding slightly.

The moment she stepped onto the ring, her entire aura changed abruptly.

The Hell CivetSpirit stirred within her, endowing her with the keenness and killing intent of a feline beast.

The student from Thunder Academy who came up was named Lei Dong.

This tall, burly youth with a fleshy face was clearly a strength-type Spirit Master.

His Spirit was the Thunder Hammer.

"Begin!"

Lei Dong smashed down with his hammer, causing the ground to crack.

But his hammer only hit the floor.

Zhu Zhuqing’s figure was ghostly, appearing behind him in the blink of an eye.

"Too slow."

One claw.

The pitch-black Hell Civet claw slashed across Lei Dong’s back defense.

The immense impact force made the burly man stumble forward several steps.

"Nether Hundred Claws!"

Zhu Zhuqing did not give him any chance to react.

Black claw shadows fell overwhelmingly, each strike landing precisely on Lei Dong’s defensive weak points: under his ribs, the bend of his knees, and his shoulder sockets.

Within three breaths, Lei Dong fell to the ground.

"Next."

Zhu Zhuqing’s voice had no emotional fluctuation.

The second one to come up was the vice-captain of Thunder Academy, Lei Yu.

The result was the same: two moves.

The third one, one and a half moves.

Zhu Zhuqing stood on the ring, her breathing steady, not even breaking a sweat.

The remaining four members of Thunder Academy looked at each other; no one dared to go up.

The team leader sighed: "We forfeit."

When he said this, he actually felt a sense of relief.

Because at least his students wouldn’t have to take a beating.

"Royal Fighting Team’s Zhu Zhuqing defeats three members of Thunder Academy, four forfeit—Imperial Team wins!"

The referee finished the announcement.

"Are they crazy?!"

"Four people went up, and each one defeated an entire team by themselves!"

"What kind of monsters are these people?"

"Twenty-eight people across four academies, and they solved everything with just four people?"

The Soul Arena completely exploded.

Shock was interwoven with the noisy clamor.

In the viewing stands, the teacher groups from the various academies were collectively speechless.

The discussions inside the Soul Arena gradually subsided.

But the oppressive atmosphere did not weaken; instead, it grew thicker.

After four matches, out of the five advancing teams, four had already been steamrolled by the Imperial Team.

Only the last one remained: Shrek Academy.

Countless gazes from the stands converged on Shrek’s resting area.

The atmosphere there was so heavy it could drip water.

Flender sat on a chair, arms crossed over his chest, no expression visible on his face.

Zhao Wuji stood to the side, the veins on his temples throbbing slightly.

Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply, deep in thought.

The eyes of the entire arena were waiting for the final match.

However, the situation on the ring exceeded everyone’s expectations.

Zhu Zhuqing did not leave the ring.

After defeating Thunder Academy, she did not step off the ring to return to the resting area.

Instead, she stood quietly in the center of the ring.

Her cold gaze swept across the noisy audience seats and fixed on one direction: Shrek Academy’s resting area.

Or more accurately, on Dai Mubai.

That gaze was cold, sharp, and devoid of any warmth, yet it carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

The discussions in the entire arena suddenly went quiet.

Everyone felt it: this girl’s gaze carried something that transcended the competition.

"Dai Mubai, get up here!"

Her cold shout shook the quiet Soul Arena.

She was calling him out.

In front of the tens of thousands of spectators at the Heaven Dou CityGreat Spirit Arena, she was calling out a person by name to step onto the ring.

"Hiss!"

I don’t know who drew a sharp breath, and then the entire audience stands seemed to be ignited like a fuse.

"Does she know someone from Shrek?"

"It’s not a question of knowing them or not; look at that gaze, these two have a grudge!"

Discussions spread like a tide.

In Shrek’s resting area, Dai Mubai suddenly raised his head.

His Evil Eyes reflected the figure of the black-haired girl on the ring, and deep within his pupils surged emotions so complex they were indescribable.

Everyone’s gaze fell on him.

The gaze of tens of thousands in the Soul Arena,

that cold gaze from the ring,

the heavy breathing of his teammates behind him.

Dai Mubai slowly stood up.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

The pupils of the Evil Eyes White Tiger collided across the air with the gaze of the Hell Civet.

Like ice meeting fire, it exploded silently!

But everyone present who knew the inside story could hear it.

This wasn’t calling him out; this was a declaration of war.

In front of tens of thousands of people, an ex-fiancée was naming her ex-fiancé to fight.

Dai Mubai’s expression instantly turned incredibly ugly.

His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his fingernails almost embedding into his palms, and veins spread from the back of his hands all the way to his forearms.

He certainly knew what Zhu Zhuqing was doing.

She wasn’t doing this to win.

She was doing this to slap his face.

To make him lose completely, to the point where even his dignity was shattered into dust.

This malice was more suffocating to him than any enemy’s heavy punch.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar turned to look at Dai Mubai at the same time, their expressions full of the words "Holy Crap".

Lin Qingmo, on the other hand, had no reaction, instead feeling somewhat expectant for this grand drama.

(End of Chapter)

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