Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

The next second, the rain of arrows from Zhuge's crossbow slammed into the metal shield.

"Jingle bells—!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal echoed throughout the arena. The scene Tang San had envisioned—the crossbow bolt piercing through the opponent—did not occur.

Although the bolts of Zhuge's Divine Crossbow were incredibly powerful, their straight-line penetrating force was significantly reduced when they struck the sloping, pointed shields. Most bolts were deflected, flying away with sparks.

Even if a few crossbow bolts managed to pierce the first layer of sloping shields, they would have lost almost all of their kinetic energy. When they struck the three men's close-fitting metal armor, they couldn't penetrate it at all.

After a round of firing, apart from the slight physical impact of the crossbow bolts slowing down the three men's charge and causing their skin to tingle, Qian San and the others did not suffer any substantial damage.

Tang San looked at the empty Zhuge Crossbow in his hand, and then at the three people on the other side who were still approaching unharmed, and his heart sank completely.

His trump card failed once again.

From outside the arena, Yu Xiaogang, lying on a stretcher, also saw the situation on the ring.

When he saw the familiar blue-silver metallic armor, a chill ran down his spine, and the place below where he had lost something seemed to ache again.

Those terrible memories of being cruelly tortured in the Soto City Arena instantly flooded back to his mind like a tidal wave.

Yu Xiaogang completely lost his composure. He struggled frantically on the stretcher, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Stop! Stop! They're murdering us! I'm going to report you! This isn't some royal academy, this is a killing hell! A slaughterhouse!"

Flander, standing to the side, was both shocked and furious. He whirled around, grabbed Qin Ming by the collar, and angrily demanded:

"Qin Ming! Didn't you confidently say yesterday that they were just a bunch of useless trash? Open your eyes and take a good look at what's going on! How could they be those monstrous figures from Kleinstein?!"

Qin Ming was completely dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the unfamiliar armor on the stage, his mind a complete blank, utterly unsure how to answer Flander's question.

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He didn't even think about it yesterday. Who would have thought that the team that crippled his alma mater was actually the Tian Dou Royal Second Team!

Seeing that the students on the stage were once again trapped in a stalemate, Flander didn't bother to listen to Qin Ming's explanation. He immediately turned to the arena, channeled his soul power, and roared, "We surrender! Shrek Academy surrenders!"

However, the members of the Clays in the ring did not pause in the slightest when they heard the word "surrender".

This is the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, their home ground.

Yesterday, Qin Ming came to our door spouting nonsense, and today he wants to fight and admit defeat as he pleases? There's no such thing as a free lunch. Since we've already started, we need to teach these people a lesson they won't forget.

The Kresh team continued their relentless pursuit. Ning Rongrong and Oscar on Shrek's side were purely support-type Soul Masters; once engaged in close combat, they were practically useless. This left the Kresh team with more than enough manpower.

Qian San, Aoshun, and Niu Lanjun immediately and relentlessly attacked Tang San, launching a one-sided beating.

Faced with the fierce attacks of the three, Tang San could only frantically use the Ghost Shadow Steps and constantly employ the Crane Control and Dragon Capture techniques to deflect the force. Relying on the unique skills of the Tang Sect from his previous life, he narrowly avoided Niu Lanjun's heavy punch and Aoshun's side kick.

However, this footwork technique is completely ineffective against the 1300.

Faced with Qian San, who also possessed the Ghostly Shadow Step, Tang San's prized dodging skills instantly became ineffective. Qian San's footwork was even more unpredictable, directly predicting Tang San's retreat and closing in close.

Tang San had no choice but to take the hit head-on. After several rounds of intense fighting, Tang San's defenses were completely torn apart.

"Bang! Bang!"

Qian San unleashed a barrage of powerful punches and kicks upon Tang San. Tang San groaned repeatedly, several bruises instantly appearing on his body. Then, Qian San seized an opening and mercilessly delivered a punch to Tang San's cheek.

Tang San's mouth was split open and blood flowed freely from the blow, and he staggered backward, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

On the other side of the arena, the battles between the offensive factions were even more brutal.

Dai Zhuqing is completely unreasonable.

Now that her identity had been recognized, she pushed her soul power to its limit. With the support of her liquid metal armor and soul skills, her strength and speed reached a terrifying level.

Dai Mubai was completely powerless against this woman whose power completely overwhelmed him.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out again as Dai Mubai's arms were broken by Dai Zhuqing's attack.

Dai Mubai screamed in agony, all his former pride as the Star Luo Prince gone. He could only curl up on the ground in a sorry state, clutching his head with his severed arm and pleading for help.

On the other side of the battlefield,

Qian San not only provided buffs to his teammates, but also split off two streams of metal that directly attached to the snow ape and saber-toothed tiger summoned by Yu Rongrong.

These two spirit beasts, originally only a hundred-year-old level, experienced a sudden surge in defense and destructive power after donning their armor. They flanked Ma Hongjun, relentlessly suppressing him.

Ma Hongjun's proud phoenix flames spewed onto the armor, but they couldn't burn through the metal defense at all. Instead, the high temperature conducted by the metal made the two soul beasts even more bloodthirsty, and they were beaten into a sorry state.

Yu Rongrong herself had already donned a custom-made metal armor.

Seeing Ma Hongjun completely restrained by the two soul beasts, Yu Rongrong twisted her neck, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes, completely revealing her "little witch" nature.

She had no intention of staying quietly in the rear; instead, she strode forward, charging aggressively into the enemy's backline like a melee Soul Master. Her target was clear: Ning Rongrong, a support-type Soul Master who was hiding at the very back, seemingly at a loss.

Yu Rongrong stopped in front of Ning Rongrong, looking at the terrified young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and her mischievousness instantly erupted.

The two clearly correspond to the same identity in their respective worlds, but Ning Rongrong on the other side is like a lamb to the slaughter, with no ability to protect herself except to cry out and retreat.

This stark contrast gave Yu Rongrong a twisted sense of excitement.

"Miss Ning, daydreaming on the battlefield can be fatal."

Yu Rongrong sneered, her figure suddenly leaping forward, her fist, clad in metal armor, swinging mercilessly, seemingly about to brutally destroy the delicate little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The entire training ground became a one-sided crushing victory for the Klein team.

Flander and Qin Ming, who were watching from the sidelines, had eyes that turned red as if they were about to bleed.

"This is outrageous!"

Flander and Qin Ming finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, their soul power erupted, and they instantly leaped onto the arena.

The Four-Eyed Cat-Owl and the Fiery Wolf Martial Souls were summoned simultaneously. One a Soul Saint and the other a Soul Emperor, their powerful auras pressed down on Qian San and the others.

Friend pointed at the players from Claysch, his eyes blazing with fury, and began to hurl insults:

"You bunch of bastards! I've already admitted defeat, why are you still relentlessly attacking? Do you really think no one can handle you?!" Flander pointed at Qian San and the others, his eyes wide with anger.