Chapter 124 Shrek Team Loses
"Xiao Wu!!!"
Tang San roared and tried to rush over, but was forced back by Xie Yue's moon blade.
With the departure of Xiao Wu, the strongest fighter, Shrek Academy's already fragile defenses completely collapsed.
"Clean up the rest."
Xie Yue coldly gave the order.
Without Xiao Wu's restraint, the Spirit Hall team displayed a despair-inducing dominance.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Before the clumsy Tai Long could even scream, Zhu Zhuqing's ghostly figure circled behind him, knocked him unconscious with a single claw, and threw him out of the arena.
Before Oscar and Ning Rongrong could unleash their soul skills, they were blasted away by the aftershocks of Yan.
Ma Hongjun desperately tried to unleash his power, but Hu Liena's mesmerizing glance left him frozen in place, before she kicked him away.
In less than ten seconds.
On the arena, of the Shrek Seven Devils... only Tang San remained.
Tang San stood alone in the center, surrounded by seven pairs of menacing eyes.
But he cannot lose.
If they lose, Shrek's glory is gone; if they lose, where is his pride?
"I haven't...lost yet!"
Tang San suddenly raised his head and let out a roar like a trapped beast.
He suddenly opened his left palm, and a suffocating black light instantly gathered wildly in his palm.
Since Blue Silver Grass is useless, let's use that instead!
"Buzz—!"
The air seemed to instantly become incredibly heavy.
A massive, jet-black hammer covered in dark gold patterns, exuding an aura of unparalleled dominance, appeared prominently in Tang San's hand.
Haotian Hammer!
This is his ultimate trump card: the number one weapon spirit in the world!
"A disheveled cloak!"
Tang San gripped the hammer with both hands, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and spun around like a top.
The heavy hammer tore through the air, emitting a mournful wail, and with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve, slammed down on Xie Yue head-on.
On the high platform.
Bibi Dong, who had been indifferent, was slightly moved the moment the black giant hammer appeared.
That aura... she was all too familiar with it.
Bibi Dong slowly sat up straight, the veins on the back of her hands that held the scepter bulging.
Her gaze was fixed on Tang San's young face, and the killing intent in her eyes could no longer be concealed, so intense that it seemed to overflow her eyes.
"Twin martial souls... and the Clear Sky Hammer..."
"Yu Xiaogang's disciple is indeed quite talented; no wonder he dared to ask me for the cultivation method of twin martial souls."
Reality did not provide Tang San with a "comeback from the brink of defeat" scenario.
Although the Clear Sky Hammer is powerful, he is only level 40-something and has no spirit rings attached.
Xie Yue sneered, and the moon blade in his hand transformed into a silver whirlwind. He neither dodged nor evaded, and with the protection of his Soul King-level Soul Power, he forcefully blocked the hammer handle that Tang San was swinging.
"bite!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
Tang San felt a violent tremor in his tiger's mouth, and before he could retract his hammer and change his move, he was caught off guard.
"Go down!"
Yan's blazing fist slammed into Tang San's ribs from the side.
"Puff--"
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood and his body swayed.
Immediately afterwards, a black shadow appeared silently behind him.
Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless, her eyes showing no fluctuation.
She raised her long, slender leg and delivered a powerful whip kick, striking Tang San heavily on the back.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
This wasn't a fight at all; it was a brawl.
Without the cover of his teammates, Tang San, wielding a heavy hammer, was like a clumsy sandbag in front of this group of Soul Kings.
At this moment, the Clear Sky Hammer not only failed to become a lifeline, but instead became a burden that slowed him down.
"Get out!"
Finally, Xie Yue, Yan, and Hu Liena attacked simultaneously.
Three massive streams of soul power converged into a torrent, crashing into Tang San without any fancy moves.
Tang San didn't even have time to scream before he was thrown off the stage like a rag, tracing a pathetic arc in the air before crashing heavily at the feet of the Shrek Academy members, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The Haotian Hammer flew out of his hand with a loud "clang" and rolled to the side, sounding particularly jarring.
The entire room fell silent.
The Shrek Seven Devils were all wiped out.
The atmosphere in the rest area was oppressive and suffocating.
Oscar was feeding Tang San sausages, Ning Rongrong was sobbing softly, and Dai Mubai covered his face without saying a word.
Everyone was extremely disappointed; they had worked so hard, but they hadn't won the final match.
Xiao Wu was worried about whether she had been exposed at that moment.
There's always a sense of wishful thinking. If things don't go as planned, she'll cherish the opportunity to hone her skills, grow stronger, and fight against various masters. She'll also want to come to the Spirit Hall to see the woman who killed her mother.
But when the risks actually materialized, I had only one thought in my mind: I should have known better than to come.
"Alright, why are you all looking so dejected?"
Flander pushed up his crystal glasses, and although there was a hint of resentment in his eyes, he still mustered his spirits, walked over and patted Tang San on the shoulder, and then rubbed Ma Hongjun's head.
"Losing is losing, it's not like the sky is falling."
Flanders tried to make his voice sound relaxed and open-minded:
"Look at how old they are! How old are you? They're all in their twenties, and your average age is only fifteen. This is a challenge against a much older group!"
"It's alright if you lose this time; consider it as gaining experience. With your talent, by the next competition, you'll be at your peak, while they'll have already graduated and left."
Flanders waved his hand dismissively, offering reassurance with unwavering confidence:
"At that time, even without any tactics, we can win by simply pushing! The championship will definitely be ours next time!"
Hearing this, everyone's expressions softened slightly.
Yes, they are still young and have opportunities.
However, at that moment...
Yu Xiaogang, who had been standing to the side with his hands behind his back and no expression, slowly turned around.
Looking at his disciples, whose faces were bruised and swollen, he showed no remorse or heartache. Instead, he adopted an air of profound incomprehension, as if everything was under his control.
"Flanders is right."
The master's stiff face twitched slightly, and in his signature hoarse voice, he began his "post-match summary":
"Actually, today's failure was part of my plan."
Everyone looked up in astonishment, staring at him in confusion.
The master stood with his hands behind his back, head tilted back, gazing intently at the ceiling, like a wise sage who had calculated everything perfectly.
"My goal was originally the next class. I brought you here this time just to broaden your horizons and let you experience setbacks."
He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over Tang San and Xiao Wu, his tone becoming serious and full of "good intentions":
"You've had it too easy. Such smooth sailing is a deadly poison for geniuses. That's why I didn't devise any specific tactics, but rather to put pressure on you and let the harsh realities of life catalyze your growth."
"Only by losing completely can you learn from your mistakes and strive to improve."
The master nodded, seemingly very satisfied with his theory:
"It seems I have achieved my goal. Grow up quickly, children, and don't let me down... all my painstaking efforts."
Looking at the master's pretentious posture, everyone exchanged glances. If they weren't all injured and unwilling to move, they would have liked to go up and beat him up.
No matter how much you say, if you lose, you lose. Those who haven't actually played can't understand the feeling of resentment.
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