Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spirit Ball, Come Out, Haki Dance!

Chapter 116 Yu Xiaogang: Keep the music playing, keep the dance going.

Tang San's expression instantly turned cold, and his fingers gripping the Blue Silver Grass tightened slightly.

He didn't refute, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Having experienced the crushing defeat last time, he has learned to be patient. True strength is never something that can be expressed through words.

"The match begins!" The referee's whistle pierced the air.

The seven students from Canghui Academy released their spirit rings simultaneously, a configuration of three yellow and one purple rings that was comparable to that of Chihuo Academy.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill - Asura Illusion!" The leading youth shouted, and the martial souls of the seven people instantly merged, forming a huge black phantom. The phantom was surrounded by a dense dark aura, and a strange fluctuation spread out, enveloping the entire arena.

The audience felt a blur before their eyes and a nameless fear rose in their hearts.

Fu Ye did not go on stage; at this moment, he was naturally aware of the methods used by Canghui Academy.

The unique martial soul fusion skill of Canghui Academy, Asura Illusion, can create an extremely realistic illusion that plunges people into fear and ultimately causes them to suffer a mental breakdown.

Once trapped in the illusion, the consequences are unimaginable.

On the field, Tang San and his teammates were also shrouded in an illusion.

Everyone was enveloped by this spiritual energy.

Only Tang San, in the instant he was enveloped by the illusion, had a glimmer of clarity in his eyes.

He activated his Purple Demon Eye, a pale golden light swirling in his eyes, while simultaneously activating the millennia-old wisdom skull on his forehead.

The skull of wisdom emitted a soft, pale golden halo, which resonated with the power of the Purple Demon Eye, forming a solid mental barrier that firmly blocked the encroachment of the illusion.

"A mere trick!" Tang San sneered, pushing the power of his Purple Demon Eye to its limit. His pale golden gaze, like two sharp swords, pierced straight at the black phantom.

He could clearly see that the core of the illusion was the spiritual energy hub formed by the fusion of the seven members of Canghui Academy. As long as this hub was destroyed, the illusion would naturally collapse on its own.

"Not good! He can see through illusions!" The leading youth's expression changed drastically, not expecting Tang San's mental power to be so strong.

He hurriedly activated his soul power, trying to strengthen the illusion and completely trap Tang San.

But it was too late. With the amplification from the Wisdom Skull, Tang San's Purple Demon Eye was already far more powerful than other Soul Masters of the same level.

He formed a hand seal, condensing his spiritual power into a sharp beam of light, which shot towards the core of the black phantom, following the gaze of the Purple Demon Eye.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the black phantom collapsed instantly, and the dense dark aura receded like a tide.

The moment the illusion shattered, the seven students from Canghui Academy simultaneously screamed, spitting out seven mouthfuls of blood. Their bodies went limp and they collapsed to the ground, their eyes glazed over, and they kept chuckling foolishly.

The illusion surrounding the arena dissipated, and the audience awoke as if from a dream. They stared at the seven members of Canghui Academy lying on the ground, looking like fools. The entire arena fell into a deathly silence, which was then followed by a deafening cheer.

Seeing this scene.

Yu Xiaogang smiled with satisfaction, his eyes full of admiration.

Tang San did not disappoint his expectations. Not only did he recover from his crushing defeat, but he also managed to defeat his opponent using the power of the Wisdom Skull.

Tang San stood in the center of the arena, panting heavily. The wound in his lower abdomen was throbbing slightly from the burst of mental energy he had just experienced, but a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

This victory not only washed away the shame of the previous crushing defeat, but also helped him regain his confidence.

He knew that although his body was disabled, as long as his spirit and soul power remained, he would still be the invincible Tang San.

After the match ended.

evening.

Just as the Blue Tyrant Academy team was celebrating their victory, Salas, dressed in a golden referee's uniform, walked menacingly toward Tang San with a face so dark it seemed to drip water, followed by several Spirit Hall Soul Masters.

"Tang San! How dare you!"

Salas's voice was cold and carried a strong sense of oppression.

"How dare you use such vicious methods in the competition, turning seven students from Canghui Academy into idiots? Do you know your crime?"

Tang San frowned: "I was just acting in self-defense. They attacked us first using their Martial Soul Fusion Technique. I only shattered the illusion. Their current state is purely a backlash and has nothing to do with me."

"None of my business?" Salas sneered, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.

"Stop making excuses! All seven of you from Canghui Academy were exceptionally talented Soul Masters, and now you've become crippled. You must take responsibility for this!"

"Guards, seize Tang San and take him back to the Spirit Hall for trial!"

"Who dares!"

A cold shout rang out, and Yu Xiaogang strode onto the arena, blocking Tang San's path.

Although he was small in stature, he exuded an undeniable aura in front of Salas.

"Salas, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Tang San used legitimate defensive methods. The people from Canghui Academy suffered backlash because their martial soul fusion skills were not stable enough, which is allowed under the competition rules. What makes you think you can defeat him?"

Salas looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was standing in front of Tang San, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

As the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; no matter what, Yu Xiaogang is still a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

But when he thought of the Spirit Hall behind him, he hardened his heart.

"Yu Xiaogang, this is the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, it's none of your business to interfere! Tang San maliciously injured someone, violating the rules of the competition, I must take him away!"

"The rules of the competition?"

Yu Xiaogang's lips curled into a mocking smile as he slowly raised his right hand, revealing an ancient-looking token in his palm.

The token was entirely black, with six patterns imprinted on it: a sword, a hammer, a dragon, a chrysanthemum, a ghostly figure, and a crown, exuding an aura of majesty and mystery.

"This is... a papal decree?!"

The moment Salas saw the token, his expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted, and he involuntarily took a step back. He never expected that Yu Xiaogang would possess the Papal Decree!

The Papal Decree is a symbol of the highest power of the Spirit Hall. Holding the Papal Decree is equivalent to having temporary authorization from the Pope and enjoying a supreme status within the Spirit Hall.

Salas was merely a cardinal of the Spirit Hall, and had absolutely no right to resist the papal decree.

Yu Xiaogang held the papal decree, his eyes coldly fixed on Salas.

"Salas, do you still think you have the right to take my student away?"

Salas's face turned pale and then red, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He looked at the papal decree in Yu Xiaogang's hand, then at the several Spirit Hall Soul Masters behind him, his heart filled with resentment, yet he was helpless.

With the Pope's decree in hand, if he dares to act recklessly again, he will be defying the Pope's will, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Well done... well done Yu Xiaogang! Well done Tang San!"

Salas gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Tang San, his eyes filled with resentment.

"I've noted what happened today! Let's go!"

After saying that, Salas led several Spirit Hall Soul Masters and slunk away from the Blue Tyrant Academy's rest area, not daring to look back.

Watching Salas's disheveled departure, Yu Xiaogang put away the Pope's Decree, turned around, patted Tang San on the shoulder, and then looked at everyone with a proud expression.

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing."

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