Chapter 140: One Against the Shrek Seven Devils, Calm and Collected
Chapter 140: One Against the Shrek Seven Devils, Calm and Collected
Seeing Lin Qingmo agree to a one-versus-seven match...
A flash of triumph flickered in Yu Xiaogang’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
He nodded, adopting an impartial posture.
"Very well."
"The rules for this sparring session are simple: no life-threatening injuries, no intentional crippling, and anything else goes."
"The venue will be the open space on the back mountain of the academy; it’s large and open enough."
He paused and added, "Flender and I will act as referees to ensure the fairness of the duel."
Flender’s mouth twitched again.
Fairness?
Did this situation have anything even remotely to do with the word ’fairness’?
But he didn’t say it aloud.
He simply sighed and turned to start preparing the grounds.
If something really happened, he wouldn’t be able to continue as dean... On the way to the back mountain, the atmosphere was a bit strange.
The eight of them walked in a line, and no one spoke.
Only the rustling of footsteps and the occasional bird call from the woods could be heard.
Xiao Wu walked close to Lin Qingmo, several times starting to speak but then hesitating.
"If you have something to say, say it."
Lin Qingmo turned his head to look at her.
"I... I don’t want to fight Qingmo."
Xiao Wu’s voice was muffled.
"We’re together, why should we listen to that Yu Xiaogang? He clearly has ill intentions."
Lin Qingmo smiled.
"Then just treat it as practicing with me. Didn’t you always say you lack combat experience?"
"But not this kind of practice."
Xiao Wu grumbled.
Dai Mubai, walking in front, looked back.
"Xiao Wu, don’t you dare hold back. This is a great opportunity to test our team coordination."
As he spoke, Battle Intent ignited in his eyes.
"I want to see just how abnormal his ten-thousand-year spirit ring really is."
Tang San, walking beside Dai Mubai, frowned slightly upon hearing this.
"Xiao Wu, he’s right. Only by giving our all can we detect our shortcomings."
Despite saying that, the thought of Lin Qingmo facing Xiao Wu’s full strength on the opposite side gave him a secret sense of satisfaction.
Ma Hongjun leaned in: "Exactly! If we lose seven-on-one, how can we show our faces in the academy? Even the cafeteria aunties will laugh at us!"
Oscar sighed: "The pressure is mountain-high."
Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at him: "What pressure could you have as a Sausage support? Stop pretending."
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly spoke: "Qingmo is very strong; it will be difficult for us to win."
These words plunged everyone into silence; it seemed she was right... They arrived at the back mountain clearing.
It was a wide patch of yellow earth surrounded by sparse woods.
Yu Xiaogang stood at the referee’s stand with his hands behind his back, looking profound and mysterious.
He saw the eight enter the field, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Prepare yourselves."
He said, "The duel begins in ten minutes."
Lin Qingmo walked alone to one end of the field.
He turned around and looked at the seven people gathered together opposite him.
Dai Mubai was loosening his wrists, the faint phantom of a White Tiger appearing behind him.
Tang San held several Bone-Piercing Needles between his fingertips, his gaze sharp.
Xiao Wu bit her lip, tapping the ground with her toe over and over.
Ning Rongrong summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, its seven-colored light rotating slowly.
Oscar was muttering something under his breath as Sausages emerged from his palm one by one.
Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together, flames dancing in his palms.
Zhu Zhuqing’s figure was already somewhat blurred; that was the Hell Civet’s speed Spirit Ability warming up.
Yu Xiaogang stared intently at Lin Qingmo without blinking.
He had waited for this moment for a long time.
A fourth ten-thousand-year spirit ring, an existence that surpassed theoretical limits; he could finally witness its power with his own eyes.
Flender was wiping sweat nearby.
He looked here, then there.
Time was almost up.
He raised his hand.
"Duel—"
His voice spread across the field.
"Begin!"
In the center of the field, the seven people scattered with a rush, surrounding Lin Qingmo right in the middle.
The posture was like a group raid on a boss.
Yu Xiaogang and Flender stood on the sidelines watching. Yu Xiaogang’s eyes were wide like searchlights, staring fixedly at Lin Qingmo, afraid to miss any detail.
Flender was relatively relaxed, even stroking his beard.
Oscar’s movements were as fast as grabbing a red envelope, his hands swiftly producing Sausages and stuffing them into his companions’ hands one by one.
"Quick, quick, quick! Big Recovery Sausages, Speed Little Sausages, as many as you need!"
Ning Rongrong raised her hand at the same time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda manifesting in her palm, radiant and colorful.
"Seven treasures turn to glazed tile: One says Strength, Two says Speed."
Strength increased by 30%, Speed increased by 30%!
Two streaks of colored light accurately landed on Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing.
Currently, her spirit powerRank was low and her energy limited, so she prioritized assisting the attack systemDai Mubai and Xiao Wu, as well as the agility-attack systemZhu Zhuqing, who needed to close in.
As for Tang San, a Blue Silver Grasscontrol system who didn’t fight at close range, and Ma Hongjun, who used fire from a distance, neither needed it.
Dai Mubai’s muscles bulged visibly, while Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing’s steps became so light they seemed to float.
Lin Qingmo stood in place, motionless.
He just watched them work, watched them apply buffs and set up formations, and watched the seven of them look as if they were facing a great enemy.
There was no expression on his face at all.
He neither attacked nor defended, not even bothering to take a starting stance.
Yu Xiaogang’s brow furrowed enough to crush a fly.
He lowered his voice and said to Flender, "This boy is foolish and overly arrogant. Facing an encirclement of seven people, he’s still so unhurried."
He truly felt Lin Qingmo was going to fall.
Young people, once they had a bit of strength, they would get cocky; he had seen many like this.
Today was the perfect opportunity to teach him a lesson—what team combat is, and what tactical coordination is.
Flender, however, raised an eyebrow.
"That’s not necessarily true."
He said slowly, "This kid never does anything he’s not sure of."
He wasn’t blindly trusting Lin Qingmo.
He had seen Lin Qingmo fight.
Back at the Great Spirit Arena, that feeling of handling heavy things as if they were light, that ease of control, was definitely not an act.
This was pure confidence.
Tang San’s eyes lit up.
A good opportunity!
Lin Qingmo not moving was equivalent to handing over the initiative.
He took a deep breath, and the third spirit ring he had recently absorbed suddenly lit up—the purple thousand-year spirit ring flashed with a profound light.
"Third Spirit Ability: Spider Web Restraint!"
The moment the words fell, the ground seemed to come alive.
Dense Blue Silver Grass burst from the earth, growing and intertwining frantically, and in the blink of an eye, it wove into a giant spider web with a sticky luster, descending toward Lin Qingmo.
And that wasn’t all.
Almost at the same time.
Tang San’s first Spirit Ability, Binding, and second Spirit Ability, Parasite, were activated simultaneously.
Even more Blue Silver Grass surged from all directions like countless emerald venomous snakes, hissing as they coiled around Lin Qingmo’s limbs and torso.
Some even drilled directly out of the ground beneath his feet, trying to bind his ankles.
An inescapable net.
A true inescapable net.
Dai Mubai saw the timing and gave a fierce shout: "Go!"
The White TigerSpirit immediately possessed him.
His entire body expanded, muscles tensing, golden fur emerging from under his skin, and the majestic ’King’ character pattern appeared on his forehead.
Accompanied by a deafening tiger roar, he lunged off the ground, shooting toward Lin Qingmo like a cannonball.
His fist, carrying fierce and peerless spirit power, smashed directly toward Lin Qingmo’s face.
If this punch landed solidly, it could punch a hole through a steel plate.
Xiao Wu moved.
Her figure was as light as a feather; with a tap of her toe on the ground, she traced a strange arc, silently circling to Lin Qingmo’s side.
A pair of rabbit ears twitched slightly on her head, her pink eyes shimmering with an odd luster.
The Charm skill was ready to be unleashed.
"I’m ready!!!"
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, his chest bulging high, his cheeks flushed red from holding it in.
Blazing fire rolled and compressed deep in his throat, making a dull rumbling sound.
He opened his mouth, and wisps of white smoke escaped from between his teeth.
Phoenix Fire Wire, ready!
Zhu Zhuqing’s movements were the quietest and also the most lethal.
Her figure seemed to blend into the air, and with a few flickers, she circled behind Lin Qingmo.
The Hell CivetSpirit granted her ghost-like speed and sharp claw blades.
At this moment, she crouched low, her sharp claws flashing with a cold glint in the sunlight.
The target—the back of the chest.
Four directions, four types of attacks.
They completely sealed off all of Lin Qingmo’s possible paths of retreat from all sides.
(End of Chapter)
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