Douluo: Wuhun Qimen Formation, control everything!

The referee reached into the box, and the entire stadium seemed to freeze in that instant.

A moment later, he took out two small balls.

"The first group in the semifinals will be..." He paused, then announced loudly, "Shrek Academy versus Holy Spirit Sect!"

boom!
The entire stadium erupted in chaos.

On one side is the number one academy on the continent, and on the other side is a powerful sect with ruthless methods.

In the preparation area of ​​the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Xiao Hongchen remained expressionless, as if he had long anticipated this outcome.

He didn't know too many details about the Holy Spirit Sect, but he figured it must be related to the royal family.

Anyone who isn't stupid won't let the Sun Moon Sect and the Holy Spirit Sect clash prematurely.

So no matter the outcome, Sun and Moon will definitely have one team advance to the finals this time.

"Then what remains is the Tang Sect versus us," Meng Hongchen said softly.

"Brother, are you confident? That spirit fusion skill from the Tang Sect..."

Xiao Hongchen didn't answer, but just looked in the direction of the Tang Sect's preparation area, where Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong'er were also looking over.

On the field, the Shrek Academy and Holy Spirit Sect members faced each other from opposite sides, an invisible tension filling the air.

On the Holy Spirit Sect's side, a figure shrouded in a black robe floated forward two steps.

"Shrek, what a disgusting name."

After being hunted down by the Shrek Academy's inspection team for so long, they finally have a chance to fight openly and fairly.

“Aren’t you tired of always putting on the savior act? Today, let us help you get rid of this and drag you so-called geniuses into true darkness one by one.”

"You're asking for it!" He Caitou roared.

Zhou Xuan raised his hand and pressed it down.

He calmly looked at the man in black robes opposite him and said indifferently, "Noisy insects never live long."

The man in black robes seemed to choke for a moment, his breathing became slightly disordered under his cloak, and then he let out a chilling laugh.

"I hope you can stay this stubborn once the match starts."

Zhou Xuan narrowed his eyes, feeling that the other person seemed somewhat familiar, but the black robe on the other person seemed to have the effect of blocking detection, so he couldn't recognize who it was.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the other side doesn't want to lose, they'll always get on the field.

"Semi-finals, first match, individual elimination round! Please have the first player from each side enter the arena!"

As the referee's voice faded, a burly figure strode out from Shrek Academy.

It was radish.

His usual憨笑 was gone, replaced by a serious expression.

A cigar-shaped martial spirit appeared in his mouth, while on the other side, a dark figure also emerged from the Holy Spirit Sect's ranks.

"Game start!"

Before he finished speaking, the black-robed man from the Holy Spirit Sect made his move.

Instead of rushing in for close combat, he floated back a distance, his hands emerging from under his cloak.

On those hands were a pair of strangely shaped metal arm guards, engraved with twisted runes and emitting an ominous dark light.

The black-robed man activated his soul power, causing the front of his arm armor to split open, and dozens of slender black energy needles shot out with a sharp screech.

Wherever these energy needles passed, even the air seemed to be corroded, leaving behind streaks of gray-black.

"Soul Master!"

Someone in the stands gasped in surprise.

No one expected that the Holy Spirit Sect would actually have a Soul Master!

Faced with this overwhelming attack, He Caitou neither dodged nor avoided it.

He stomped his foot, and a powerful surge of soul energy erupted from his body.

"Well done!"

The cigar in his mouth was instantly ignited by his soul power, and thick white smoke rose up.

One by one, the gleaming metal components of the soul tool extended and assembled from his back, shoulders, and arms. In just two seconds, he transformed from a burly man into a mobile artillery platform armed to the teeth!
A huge cannon muzzle was lifted from his right shoulder, and a blazing white light rapidly gathered from within it.

boom!
A beam of soul-guided light, thicker than a bucket, shot out and precisely met the black energy needles.

There was no deafening explosion; instead, the white light and the black needle collided in mid-air, producing a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

The black energy needles melted rapidly under the impact of the incandescent white beam, but the corrosive power also caused the white light's energy to be consumed at a rapid pace.

Ultimately, both forces were annihilated in mid-air.

“You’ve got something.” He Caitou grinned, but his expression grew increasingly serious.

The opponent's soul tool has extremely strange energy attributes, carrying a strong corrosive aura, which greatly suppresses ordinary soul power.

The black-robed man from the Holy Spirit Sect clearly didn't expect his attack to be effective either.

His arm armor changed again, and two dark cannon muzzles were aimed at He Caitou. This time, they fired two fist-sized black energy balls.

The energy ball traced two arcs in the air, even exhibiting a tracking effect.

A disc-shaped soul tool on He Caitou's left arm flashed with light, and an invisible barrier instantly opened.

boom!boom!
With two muffled thuds, the energy ball exploded on the barrier, turning into two clumps of viscous black mist that clung tightly to the energy barrier, continuously eroding its energy.

At the same time, five soul rings rose from beneath the feet of the black-robed man.

Two yellow, two purple, and one black—he was also a Soul King!
His fifth spirit ring suddenly lit up, and an even more sinister aura erupted from his body.

The runes on his arm armor lit up. This time, instead of firing physical projectiles, he conjured a giant scythe made entirely of black energy and slashed at He Caitian from a distance.

This attack combined the power of soul skills and soul tools, making it far more powerful than before.

He Caitou dared not be careless, and all the cannons on his body were aimed at the death scythe.

Miniature rapid-fire cannons, soul-guided rays, homing missiles...

In an instant, dozens of attacks of different forms formed a dense firepower net, enveloping the energy scythe.

Rumble——!
A violent explosion erupted in the center of the arena, and the blast wave caused the entire arena's protective shield to tremble violently.

He Caitou unleashed his full power, temporarily suppressing his opponent.

But just then, a dark figure tore through the smoke and dust of the explosion and appeared to his side at incredible speed.

It's that man in black!

A dagger gleaming with an eerie light slid out from his sleeve and pierced straight for the core of the soul tool at He Caitou's waist.

too fast!
No one expected that a Soul Master skilled in ranged attacks would have such a terrifying burst speed.

"Watch out!" Everyone in the Shrek training area exclaimed in unison.

He Caitou's pupils contracted; in this life-or-death moment, he made the right choice.

In the blink of an eye, He Caitou had no time to make any effective dodge maneuvers.

His massive body appeared incredibly clumsy in the face of such a close-range attack.

Abandon defense! That was the only thought that flashed through his mind.

Instead of trying to use an energy shield to block the fatal blow, He Caitou poured all the remaining soul power in his body into the soul guide core in his chest, regardless of the consequences!

Om-!
A deep, muffled roar emanated from his breastplate.

His entire body, along with the heavy soul tools he wore, instantly emitted a blinding white light.

A violent shockwave, indiscriminate in its attack, exploded outwards from him!

"madman!"

He wanted to back out, but it was too late.

The violent shockwave slammed into him, and the poisoned, glowing dagger was forced off course, only managing to cut a deep gash that exposed bone on He Caitou's metal arm armor. Black poison gas seeped in through the wound.

The man in black robes was thrown out like a falling leaf, tumbling through the air several times before landing awkwardly a dozen meters away, his black robes torn to shreds by the shockwave.

puff!
He Caitou spat out a mouthful of blood, and thick black smoke billowed from the soul guidance core in his chest. Most of the soul guidance devices on his body were flickering with unstable electric arcs, clearly indicating that they had been overloaded and were now unusable.

He was panting heavily, his face turning bluish-purple from poisoning and exhaustion of his soul power.

But he gained a chance to catch his breath.

The man in black robes struggled to his feet, a corner of his face was torn open under his cloak, revealing a pale face.

His eyes were filled with resentment and malice; he never expected to suffer such a great loss at the hands of a Soul Master.

He raised his hand, and an even more sinister soul tool slid out from his other sleeve. It was shaped like a skull, with green ghost fire burning in its eye sockets.

But He Caitou didn't give him another chance to make a move.

"You think... that's all?"

With a roar, He Caitou turned the only still-functioning main cannon on his right shoulder, its muzzle clicking as it locked onto the man in black.

"die!"

The man in black robes activated the skull-shaped soul tool, and a green death ray shot towards He Caitou.

boom!
The crimson shell, launched later, arrived first, almost grazing the green ray, and struck the black-robed man directly in the chest.

The defensive soul tool on the black-robed man couldn't even last a second before shattering instantly.

He was completely engulfed by that violent energy, a bloody hole exploded in his chest, and he fell straight backward, completely losing his breath.

"Semi-final Match 1, Shrek Academy, He Caitou wins!"

The intensity of the match exceeded everyone's expectations.

But no one said that the radish dish was bad.

The outer shells of He Caitou's soul tool fell off piece by piece, emitting blue smoke as they crashed to the ground. He swayed and knelt on one knee. Black energy had spread from the wound on his left arm to his entire shoulder.

Medical staff immediately rushed onto the stage and carried him and the seemingly lifeless Holy Spirit Sect member off the stage.

In the Shrek training area, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

On the Holy Spirit Sect's side, there was still no movement, as if the one who had fallen was just an insignificant pawn.

"I'll take the second round."

Ding Kun stepped onto the field, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. He was shirtless, and beneath his bronze skin, his muscles were bulging, exuding explosive power.

On the Holy Spirit Sect's side, the second member was thinner than the previous Soul Master, and moved silently, like a true ghost.

"Game start!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Ding Kun let out a roar.

The first three spirit rings under his feet lit up at the same time, and his whole body instantly swelled up. Rock-like textures appeared on the surface of his skin, and his fists were covered with a thick layer of rock gauntlets.

He transformed into a cannonball and charged straight toward the man in black robes!

The man in black robes neither dodged nor avoided the attack; he simply extended a thin, bony hand.

His martial spirit was very peculiar. After it possessed him, his entire arm turned as black as ink, and his fingernails became long and sharp, covered with a layer of eerie green light.

Faced with Ding Kun's unstoppable charge, he simply pressed down the black hand lightly.

The fists and claws clashed, but instead of the resounding clang of metal against metal, they produced a dull, teeth-grinding corrosive sound.

Ding Kun felt an extremely cold force drilling into his body through his fist, frantically eroding his soul power and vitality.

The rock-like defenses on his gauntlets are being eroded and disintegrated at a visible rate!
"Go away!"

Ding Kun roared, his fourth soul ring shone brightly, and an even more violent burst of soul power temporarily forced back that cold force.

He stepped back and looked down to see a dark handprint on his rock gauntlet, emitting wisps of black smoke.

What a bizarre attack!

The black-robed man let out a hoarse laugh and floated up again. His attack method was simple: he kept scratching with his ghostly claw.

But his speed was extremely fast, and his figure was unpredictable, forcing Ding Kun to keep throwing punches to block.

On the field, Ding Kun's offensive was as fierce as a landslide, with each punch accompanied by a loud bang.

But the man in black robes was like a piece of duckweed on the water. No matter how big the waves were, he would go with the flow. He always managed to use that strange ghost claw to dissipate Ding Kun's power at the most critical moment and leave a trace of corrosion.

Ding Kun became increasingly alarmed as he fought. He felt his soul power draining abnormally from his body, and a tingling, numb pain began to emanate from his arm.

He can't delay any longer!

"Ahhh!"

Ding Kun completely abandoned his defenses, allowing the opponent's ghostly claws to leave several deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body.

He used his own body to earn an opportunity!
A moment when the opponent's old strength is exhausted and new strength has not yet been generated!
"die!"

All his soul power was concentrated on his right fist, and his fifth soul ring shone brighter than ever before!
There was no way for the opponent to avoid this punch!

A hint of horror finally flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. He then poured all his soul power into the ghost claw and charged forward.

Boom——!
The violent, earthy yellow light clashed violently with the chilling black mist.

The light dissipated.

Ding Kun knelt on the ground, his right arm severed at the shoulder, the cut charred black and bleeding profusely.

Opposite him, the man in black robes had been reduced to a pile of minced meat, beyond any doubt.

Ding Kun traded one of his arms for the other's life.

"Shrek Academy, Ding Kun, wins!"

Medical staff rushed onto the scene again, quickly stopped Ding Kun's bleeding, and carried him off the field.

The atmosphere in Shrek's training area was extremely tense.

However, with Elder Zhuang around, as long as he doesn't die, it's not impossible for him to regenerate his severed arm.

Two to zero.

In the "third round," Xu Yun was about to say something when Zhou Xuan interrupted him.

"Let's stop here. There's no need to continue fighting. Leave the rest to me." Zhou Xuan slowly stood up, giving everyone a reassuring smile. (End of Chapter)