Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 285 The Tournament Ends, Shrek Academy Infighting
But after such a fierce battle, Dai Mubai was exhausted. He knelt on one knee, blood streaming down his forehead.

He stared intently at the white tiger opposite him, which was a size larger than himself, and let out a low growl of resentment.

"You've been training with the master, and this is all you've got?" Davis's voice rang out, filled with undisguised mockery. "Five years, and you're still this useless!"

On the ring, the situation was almost entirely one-sided.

A deafening cheer erupted from the stands, with several students from Star Luo Royal Academy waving flags and some even whistling loudly.

Suddenly, a tiger's roar echoed across the arena.

"Roar--"

"Soul Fusion Skill - Netherworld White Tiger!"

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing suddenly sprang up, and in the dazzling white light, a huge white tiger phantom materialized.

Davis and Zhu Zhuyun simply smiled when they saw this.

Then, an even larger Netherworld White Tiger instantly merged with it, its terrifying pressure causing the air to freeze.

Two enormous, ghostly white tigers faced off in the center of the arena, their roars making the glass in the stands vibrate.

"boom--!"

The moment the two colossal beasts collided, the shockwave toppled a cluster of flags around them.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing felt as if their internal organs had shifted. Their Netherworld White Tiger flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the arena.

The Martial Soul Fusion Skill was forcibly interrupted and disintegrated. The blood spurted out by the two intertwined in the air, staining a large area of ​​the ground red. Clearly, the two had completely lost their ability to fight.

Not only them, but Shi Kui, under the relentless bombardment from the opposite side, even with his hard rock-solid martial spirit, could not withstand it and was thrown heavily off the stage.

Without his protection, Oscar and Ning Rongrong, two support characters with no offensive capabilities, were subsequently blasted off the field.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply as he watched his teammates being knocked away one by one like rag dolls.

Only Ma Hongjun remained, surrounded and attacked by two Xingluo team members. His fiery red hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and the fat on his face was contorted with pain.

"Fatty! Back off! Use Phoenix Fire Line to block their movement!" Tang San suddenly shouted.

Tang San also possesses the 25,000-year-old Rock-Splitting Arm Bone and the Hammer Martial Soul, allowing him to unleash the Clear Sky Nine Techniques and the Chaotic Hammer Cloak Technique.

They still have the strength to fight against Davis and Zhu Zhuyun.

If Ma Hongjun can hold off the other players' attacks, they might not necessarily lose this match.

But Ma Hongjun ignored Tang San's commands and charged forward with a roar.

"Third Soul Skill - Phoenix Wings Soaring!" Almost instantly, a pair of fiery wings unfolded behind him.

However, the fire wings were half the size of usual, and they wobbled as they lifted Ma Hongjun into the air.

The agility-based Soul Master of the Star Luo team sneered, and a wind blade precisely severed his fiery wings, followed by another wind blade that hit him precisely.

"boom!"

Ma Hongjun fell like a fat bird shot down, crashing into the ring and creating a shallow, human-shaped crater. He struggled to get up, but was stomped back to the ground.

Tang San's breathing became rapid.

He was now the only one left on the field, while six other Xingluo team members were eyeing him covetously.

Davis had already deactivated his Martial Soul Fusion Skill and was standing aside with his arms crossed, watching the show with a cat-and-mouse smile on his face.

But how could Tang San give up so easily? He slowly raised his left hand, and the pitch-black hammer spirit condensed in his palm.

At the same time, his left arm was emitting a yellow light.

Seeing this, Davis raised an eyebrow and said, "Twin Martial Souls? Interesting. Let me see how you, the only Soul Master left, will turn the tables?"

However, when Tang San swung his first hammer, the air exploded under the strain.

Before the arrogant agility-type Soul Master from the Star Luo team could react, he was sent flying by the hammer wind and crashed into a stone pillar in the stands, losing consciousness.

Then, Tang San's movements were incredibly fast; his Ghost Shadow Step left afterimages across the arena. "Stop him!" Davis finally exclaimed, his expression changing.

But soon, the second and third Xingluo team members fell one after another.

Although Tang San's tiger's mouth was shattered and blood dripped down the hammer handle, he seemed to feel no pain. Every swing of the hammer was filled with the pent-up anger of the past few days.

For Yu Tianlin, for his father, for fate.

Unfortunately, Tang San only had level 31 soul power. After defeating four people in a row, he could no longer hold on when facing Davis and Zhu Zhuyun.

“Enough, the game is over.” Almost in the blink of an eye, Davis appeared in front of him, his claws grazing the hammer and slicing across his chest.

The hammer clattered to the ground...

"Match ended! Star Luo Royal Academy wins!"

……

Shrek team's rest area.

Everyone felt heavy-hearted. After fighting for more than half a year, they never expected to be eliminated like this.

Ma Hongjun was slumped in a chair in the corner, while Zhu Zhuqing was bandaging Dai Mubai's ribs, her movements so rough it seemed she was deliberately trying to hurt him.

Ning Rongrong covered her face and sobbed softly, while Oscar stood beside her, putting his arm around her shoulder and comforting her.

"You fatso!" Tang San's voice suddenly rang out, icy cold and filled with suppressed rage. "Why didn't you listen to my orders just now?!"

I can't carry him, I really can't carry him, this teammate is a complete idiot.

Ma Hongjun suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with venom: "Listen to you? Listen to you and keep getting your legs broken?!" He pointed to his groin, his voice shrill and ghostly, "If it weren't for your father, would I be like this? Besides, if you hadn't persuaded Xiao Wu not to participate in the competition, would we have lost a speed-attack type? Would we have lost so badly today?"

A chill flashed in Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes: "Say that again..."

"Enough!" Zhu Zhuqing stopped bandaging her hands, her voice as cold as a knife: "If it weren't for someone's constant indulgence in play and neglect of cultivation, we wouldn't have lost so badly."

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai awkwardly turned his face away, knowing that Zhu Zhuqing was subtly mocking him.

“Well… at least… our Netherworld White Tiger held out for a long time…” Dai Mubai tried to ease the tension, but his voice grew softer and softer.

Zhu Zhuqing sneered and tightened the bandages: "Yeah, it fell apart after the third move, that's impressive."

"Uh... that..." Dai Mubai immediately glanced around, then suddenly looked at Shi Kui and angrily shouted, "Shi Kui, what are you doing? As a defensive Soul Master, you can't even last five minutes?"

Shi Kui refused to admit it, suddenly standing up with his face contorted in rage: "I took eighteen soul skills!"

The other two substitute students from Gray Rock, Sun Yan and Shi Lan, also stepped forward, asking, "Dai Mubai, what do you mean?"

Being on the Shrek team, these substitutes were never treated as serious players and were often used as cannon fodder. Now that they've lost the game, they're being blamed. How can they tolerate this?
"Alright! Stop arguing!" Ning Rongrong's sobs suddenly rang out, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls. "Aren't we family? Why are we blaming each other?!"

Oscar quickly hugged her, his eyes also reddening: "Rongrong, don't cry, we...we're just too sad."

"Shut up, all of you!" Liu Erlong finally erupted, her roar like thunder, and fiery red soul power exploded around her, knocking everyone back three steps.

Looking at the chaotic team before her, her heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife. "Losing a match and they're fighting amongst themselves? Is this still the Shrek Seven Devils they used to be?!"

Everyone was taken aback by her shout and lowered their heads, but their faces were still full of dissatisfaction.

Zhao Wuji sighed, squatted down, and ran his hands through his hair: "Ah, if only the master were here... he would definitely have come up with a solution, and we wouldn't have lost so badly..."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing everyone's anger and leaving only a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Teacher Erlong, what should we do next?" Tang San asked indifferently.

Liu Erlong took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping across everyone's faces before finally settling on Tang San:
“We can’t leave now! The master is still missing, and we can’t abandon him. So, we’ll stay and continue watching the game, and act as we see what happens.”

“But,” Ma Hongjun said helplessly, “how long are we going to wait? Until Blue Tyrant Academy wins the championship?”

"Shut up!" Dai Mubai and Tang San shouted at the same time.

(End of this chapter)