Chapter 175: Forced Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Giving You Face?
Chapter 175: Forced Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Giving You Face?
Ma Hongjun and Oscar were eliminated one after another.
Tang San hurriedly looked toward Xiao Wu.
Tang San shouted anxiously at Xiao Wu, who had rushed out, "Xiao Wu! Come back quickly!"
But Xiao Wu was already being tightly pinned down by the brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo.
The two brothers’ defense was simply too strong.
Xiao Wu’s ordinary punches and kicks dealt no damage to them at all; instead, she was being pressed hard by the two, unable to even break away.
"You two big guys, get off me!"
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Xiao Wu’s eyes.
Using the arm Shi Mo swung at her, she leaped up and jumped directly behind the other person.
"Eight-Stage Kick!"
A sharp cry rang out.
Xiao Wu’s figure was like a ghost, shifting and maneuvering between the two brothers.
Kick after kick was delivered.
It was smooth and fluid, without the slightest hesitation!
As the final kick landed, the brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo spat out blood and were kicked directly off the Spirit Fight stage by Xiao Wu!
"Royal Fighting Team, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, eliminated!"
The entire arena fell silent for a moment, then erupted into earth-shattering cheers!
No one expected that this cute and lovely-looking young girl would possess such terrifying explosive power!
But Xiao Wu also stumbled after landing.
Her face turned pale, and the spirit power throughout her body was nearly exhausted.
Using the Eight-Stage Kick at full power consumed a massive amount of spirit power.
To take down the two brothers just now, she had almost completely drained herself.
"Xiao Wu!"
Tang San’s eyes nearly split from anger as he prepared to rush over.
Xiao Wu ignored him completely, calmly turning around and jumping off the Spirit Fight stage on her own.
"I concede."
"Shrek Team, Soft Bones Demon Rabbit, eliminated!"
The referee’s voice fell.
On Shrek’s side, only Dai Mubai, Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong—whose spirit power was nearly depleted—remained.
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, doing her best to sustain the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
But her spirit power had long since hit rock bottom.
The colorful light grew fainter and fainter.
Finally, with a soft "pop," the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda vanished from her hand.
Her legs gave way, and she sat directly on the ground, looking apologetically at Zhu Zhuqing.
"I’m sorry... my spirit power is exhausted."
Staff members immediately stepped forward to help her off the stage.
"Shrek Team, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile, eliminated!"
The situation on the Spirit Fight stage was now completely clear.
On the Royal Fighting Team, Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Yu Feng, Oslo, and Ye Lingling—all five of them—were still in good condition.
Meanwhile, the Shrek Team was down to three battered members, having lost even their support.
The cheers of the entire audience had completely turned into support for the Royal Fighting Team.
Everyone felt that there was no longer any suspense in this battle.
In the spectator seating’s rest area, Yu Xiaogang’s face was as white as paper.
His clenched fists had nails digging into his palms; watching the three on stage struggling to hold on, his body couldn’t stop trembling.
How could this happen?
They clearly had the upper hand just a moment ago.
Yet Lin Qingmo remained as calm and unruffled as ever,
the smile at the corner of his mouth growing deeper.
"Without the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San cannot turn the tide."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Spirit Fight stage.
Dugu Yan’s gaze swept toward Lin Qingmo, who was now beside Xiao Wu, a playful smile curving her lips.
Lin Qingmo—oh, no, Azure Star.
Your people are about to lose everything~
...
"Huangdou! Huangdou!"
The shouts in the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena were nearly loud enough to blow off the roof, making eardrums buzz.
"Those two’s turtle shells are really hard."
Standing beside A-Qing, Xiao Wu rubbed her calves, which were numb from the hard collision with her opponents earlier.
She had just used her close-combat leg techniques to forcibly take down two members of the Royal Fighting Team.
Now her spirit power was nearly at rock bottom, and her steps were a bit shaky.
Ning Rongrong, beside her, was much the same.
Supporting multiple people with her buffs alone had taken a heavy toll on both her mental energy and spirit power.
Watching the Spirit Fight stage, Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and sighed, "I hope Zhuqing can finish off Oslo quickly; that Ghost LeopardSpirit’s speed is just too fast."
The battle on the stage had indeed reached a fever pitch.
Zhu Zhuqing’s Hell CivetSpirit was fully unleashed, her tight-fitting outfit fluttering loudly under the sharp wind from the claws.
Her movements were so fast they were only a blur.
Every pounce carried a bone-chilling cold, yet each time, Oslo narrowly avoided them by the skin of his teeth.
The Ghost LeopardSpirit opposite her also excelled in speed, and the two had already been locked in combat for dozens of rounds.
Both sides had consumed a massive amount of spirit power, their breathing heavy and ragged; neither could gain a decisive advantage.
"Zhuqing!"
A roar suddenly exploded from the side.
Dai Mubai was covered in blood, the phantom of the White Tiger Spirit flickering behind him.
Having just tanked Yu Tianheng’s Dragon Claw attacks, his spirit power was nearly depleted, and half of his body was numb and unresponsive from the electricity.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing and Oslo at a stalemate, then glancing at the other Royal Fighting Team members watching like hawks from the sidelines, a ruthless look instantly surged in Dai Mubai’s eyes.
He charged fiercely toward Zhu Zhuqing.
His spirit power erupted without reservation as he shouted loudly, "Zhuqing, Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"
Almost at the exact moment his voice fell.
!!!
Zhu Zhuqing felt the Hell CivetSpirit within her body suddenly shudder.
It was as if she were being forcibly pulled by a tyrannical force, uncontrollably drawn toward Dai Mubai.
The spirit power throughout her body began to surge uncontrollably.
Her face suddenly turned deathly pale; at this moment, she didn’t even have the heart to continue dealing with Oslo.
She suddenly turned to avoid Dai Mubai’s outstretched hand and, without a second thought, screamed at the top of her lungs, "I concede!!!"
These three words were shouted urgently and loudly, carrying an undisguised resistance and rejection.
In that very same second.
The referee had not yet reacted.
A strand of Blue Silver Grass as thick as a thigh suddenly shot out from a gap at the edge of the stage, growing as fast as a bolt of green lightning and wrapping toward Zhu Zhuqing.
The Blue Silver Grass precisely coiled around Zhu Zhuqing’s slender waist.
Before Dai Mubai could take another step forward.
The Blue Silver Grass suddenly exerted force, steadily lifting Zhu Zhuqing into the air and pulling her directly off the stage, landing her on the open ground below.
???
The entire audience was stunned.
Their shouts caught in their throats.
The sound of whispered discussions instantly exploded.
"What’s going on? Why did she suddenly concede?"
"Where did that Blue Silver Grass come from? Isn’t that the Spirit of that Thousand Hands Asura guy? Why did it come from off the stage?"
"Weren’t the Evil Eyes White Tiger and Hell Civet about to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill? Why was it interrupted?"
"It seems the Hell Civet forfeited on her own."
Dai Mubai lunged into empty air, stumbling and nearly falling on the stage.
He looked at the empty space before him, then whipped his head toward the area below the stage, instantly spotting Lin Qingmo, who was retracting the Blue Silver Grass.
His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Lin Qingmo!"
It was him again!
This guy had ruined his plans once again!
Lin Qingmo leaned against the railing of the spectator stands, still twirling a tender leaf of Blue Silver Grass between his fingers.
Facing Dai Mubai’s furious gaze, he merely curled his lips slightly, his heart completely unperturbed.
Still trying to forcibly activate a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?
Do you really think Zhu Zhuqing is a tool you can just tie down whenever you want?
Giving you face.
(End of Chapter)
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