"Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Charge, Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Charge x3!"
Yu Tianheng forced Dai Weisi into a corner, unleashing the fourth soul skill as if it cost nothing.
At this point, Dai Weisi had nowhere to run. He could only keep releasing his fourth soul skill, White Tiger God Extinguishing, to counter. But after blocking the third lightning dragon, the glow on his fists weakened.
"Damn, I'm running out of soul power!"
Dai Weisi was alarmed, but it was too late—the fourth lightning dragon hit him head-on.
Yu Tianheng heavily wounded Dai Weisi. Meanwhile, Dugu Yan's battle also changed.
"Damn! This woman's soul power is endless? If this keeps up..." The mirror-reflection soul master realized his space was saturated with poison mist, reaching its limit.
Seeing his distress, Dugu Yan sneered, "Can't keep up? Then I won't play with you anymore. Fourth soul skill, Hundred Poison Arrow Rain!"
Her fourth soul skill was an area attack, shooting toxic arrows in all directions.
The mirror-reflection soul master could no longer absorb her poison—the mirror was starting to corrode. Not only could he not fight, but even maintaining his martial soul was difficult. Did he think it was easy to take on the granddaughter of Poison Douluo?
As all the mirrors shattered, the first Star Luo soul master was eliminated.
The toxic arrow rain, momentum unchecked, flew at the four soul masters fighting Oslo and Yu Feng.
Except for the swift Zhu Zhuyun, the other three were struck, and poisoned, and their bodily functions rapidly declined.
Seeing this, Oslo and Yu Feng both used their fourth soul skills to knock those three down.
Oslo wasn't satisfied—he used Dragon-Leopard Transformation, swiftly chasing after Zhu Zhuyun.
"Damn, third soul skill—Nether Spring Descent!" Zhu Zhuyun's eyes flashed, causing Oslo to freeze briefly.
It was surprising that this agility-attack soul master had illusion-type skills. Nether Spring Descent seemed able to draw out an opponent's deepest fears.
Oslo had always been fearless, even as an agility-attack soul master daring to face power-attackers head-on. His only worry was Tianlin, Gu Ran, and Ye Lingling coming to collect debts.
But then he remembered—Tianlin and Gu Ran no longer wanted repayment, and he'd almost finished paying Ye Lingling. So what was left to fear?
Facing someone with no fear, Zhu Zhuyun's skill barely affected Oslo for even a second—too short for a counterattack, forcing her to retreat.
Just then, Oslo realized: if she retreated, their rear was wide open. With ill intent, he declared, "Third soul skill, Leopard Shadow Clone!"
Two phantoms rushed at Star Luo's auxiliary soul master. Without a combat soul master's protection, the auxiliary was hardly any stronger than an ordinary person.
"Ah!"
With a scream, Star Luo's fifth member was eliminated by Oslo.
All this happened in under thirty seconds, leaving Star Luo with only two members—an astonishing turn for the spectators.
"Are the Emperor Battle Team people all lunatics? Who fights like this? The agility-types fight like power types, trading injuries, while the power types are berserkers. Does Yu Tianheng's fourth skill cost no soul power?"
Of course the fourth skill cost soul power—a lot! But the petals fluttering everywhere were Yu Tianheng's confidence.
As petals merged into Tianheng's body, his wounds healed and his depleted soul power surged anew.
Not just him—Dugu Yan, Oslo, and the others were the same.
"Something's wrong—that Nine-Hearted Begonia doesn't just heal, it restores soul power too!" Many students missed it, but the experienced teachers noticed.
And with that realization came shock—what kind of genius was Ye Lingling to break the Nine-Hearted Begonia's limitation of only being able to heal, and add soul power restoration? Her evolved martial soul was beyond any ordinary Nine-Hearted Begonia.
Even ordinary Nine-Hearted Begonia, making people unkillable, was considered equal to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda among support martial souls. Now, after evolution, the whole team was a perpetual motion machine. The world's best support—who else but Ye Lingling?
The ordinary Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda and even the golden scepter couldn't compare. Star Luo's auxiliary soul master was a joke.
No wonder Emperor Battle Team dared use a riot tactic—with Ye Lingling backing them!
In the stands, Ning Fengzhi smiled. So what if Ye Lingling's Begonia surpassed the Seven Treasures Pagoda? The girl would join their sect sooner or later.
Besides, while Nine-Hearted Begonia could surpass a seven-level Pagoda, it couldn't beat the nine-level one. In the end, his daughter could still top Ye Lingling in support ability.
Imagining the world's first and second support soul masters all coming from his sect, Ning Fengzhi almost broke character laughing.
Wait, make that three—he almost forgot Oscar, ranked third.
"My job is done. I'll leave the rest to you," Ye Lingling said to her team before leaving the stage.
After continuous healing and recovery, her soul power was nearly exhausted. Now it was six versus two—they no longer needed her.
With her gone, the Shi brothers were fully freed—they hadn't joined the fight yet and were in perfect condition.
Ye Lingling returned to Tianlin and Gu Ran's side. Tianlin smiled, "Well done, senior sister."
"Thanks to your Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid," Ye Lingling smiled back. Only with her people did her coldness turn to gentleness.
"Damn, not good—Zhuyun, Nether White Tiger!"
Dai Weisi hadn't given up. He called out, and Zhu Zhuyun ran toward him.
"Don't even think about it, Black Tortoise Swap!"
Just as the two were about to meet, Shi Mo suddenly swapped places with Zhu Zhuyun. Dai Weisi was stunned—the beautiful figure didn't fall into his arms. Instead, what greeted him was a fist the size of a clay pot.
Zhu Zhuyun didn't fare well either. She'd meant to jump into her fiancé's arms, but instead ended up in the embrace of a big guy—who seemed ready to headbutt her.
"Black Tortoise Fist."
"Black Tortoise Heavy Hammer!"
With two loud bangs, Dai Weisi was punched in the waist by Shi Mo, coughing up blood, while Shi Mo rammed his head into Zhu Zhuyun's forehead, causing blood to stream down her face.
Spectators couldn't bear to look. These were self-created skills, but did these brutes need to be so ruthless?
One showed no mercy to a beauty, the other aimed straight for a vital spot—wouldn't that affect fertility? Was he trying to end the Star Luo royal line?