Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

They were all engrossed in their own worlds, making final preparations for the upcoming battle. Just then, the Shrek team arrived, albeit late. Although they had already been eliminated, they certainly wouldn't miss such a spectacular match.

Moreover, the Holy Spirit Sect contains people who used to belong to Shrek Academy.

Regardless, they will come to watch this match.

Beibei also tried to bring Tangya back.

Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan strode onto the competition stage. The morning's matches ended quickly, which relaxed his tense nerves considerably. At this moment, he was in high spirits and full of energy.

Looking back on the upcoming match, Zheng Zhan knew that this would be the most difficult match he would officiate in this competition.

The duel between the Holy Spirit Sect and the Snow Demon Sect is fierce, with both sides possessing formidable strength. The match is bound to be extremely intense, and a slight misstep could lead to an uncontrollable situation.

However, Zheng Zhan had already received instructions from higher-ups that he only needed to maintain a relaxed approach to the match, allowing both sides to perform to their full potential without excessive intervention.

Thinking of this, Zheng Zhan's previously anxious heart was relieved. He took a deep breath and prepared to face this fierce battle.

On the podium, Xu Tianran turned to the Grand Preceptor beside him, his tone tinged with curiosity: "Grand Preceptor, in your opinion, which team, the Holy Spirit Sect or the Snow Demon Sect, has a better chance of winning this match?"

The Grand Preceptor's voice was as deep as ever, carrying a hint of unfathomable mystery: "It's a 50/50 chance."

Upon hearing this, Xu Tianran's eyes flashed with surprise. He knew that this national advisor was always arrogant, but he did not expect him to give such a conservative assessment of the competition.

"Oh? So, the Imperial Advisor believes that the Snow Demon Sect also has a 50% chance of winning? What is the main reason for this 50% chance?" Xu Tianran asked, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.

The Grand Master said calmly, "The Snow Demon Sect's tactics are flexible and unpredictable. Their teamwork in team battles is unmatched by any other team at present."

Of course, the Holy Spirit Sect also has its unique features, which are inseparable from Huo Yuhao's mental control martial soul.

As for the Snow Demon Sect's 50% win rate, it mainly stems from their unpredictability. Their captain cannot be judged by ordinary standards. Ultimately, the outcome of this match will depend on whether their opponents take it seriously.

Xu Tianran nodded slightly in agreement, and then said, "Alright, let's wait and see what kind of excitement this match will bring us."

Xu Tianran didn't actually have any particular bias towards this match. Although the Holy Spirit Sect, or rather the Holy Spirit Cult, had countless connections with him, Xu Tianran didn't have much goodwill towards this evil soul master sect deep down. The relationship between the two sides was nothing more than mutual exploitation.

If the Holy Spirit Sect loses this match, the public pressure he will face will actually be much less.

If the Holy Spirit Sect wins, it's just a matter of venting their anger. But if the Holy Spirit Sect ultimately wins the championship, the public pressure they will face will be much greater.

It could even be said that it destroyed the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament, which has a tradition of tens of thousands of years.

Therefore, regardless of the outcome of the Holy Spirit Sect's victory or defeat, it will have both advantages and disadvantages for Xu Tianran himself.

He enjoys watching the game without any bias, which allows him to relax and better appreciate the excitement of the game itself.

A tense atmosphere filled the air. The cheers from the stands gradually faded, and everyone's eyes were focused on the competition stage.

Zheng Zhan's voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the entire competition venue:

"Next up is the most crucial battle of this tournament—the second semi-final! This match will determine which team will ultimately stand on the championship stage! Let's give a warm round of applause to both teams!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience, deafeningly loud.

"First, let's welcome the formidable Snow Demon Sect team from the northern part of the continent!"

The spotlight instantly shone on one side of the competition stage, where seven young talents dressed in snow-white team uniforms stood proudly. They were the participating team members from the Snow Demon Sect.

Apart from Han Yu, the other six people stood up almost simultaneously. Amidst the deafening cheers, each of their eyes shone with a determined light—a desire for victory and a trust in one another.

"Their opponents are the Holy Spirit Sect Team, a veteran powerhouse from the southern part of the continent, who also possess extraordinary strength!"

Another spotlight illuminated the other side of the competition stage, where seven young men and women dressed in dark purple team uniforms slowly stood up. Their expressions were serious and cold, and Tang Ya, who was in the lead, exuded an icy aura, as if she came from the depths of hell.

They walked steadily toward the waiting area, each step seeming to weigh on everyone's hearts, making them hold their breath.

"Both teams, please proceed to the waiting area!"

Soon, both teams were in position in the waiting area, adjusting their stance and preparing for the upcoming battle.

"Individual elimination round, first match, both teams take the stage!" Zheng Zhan's voice rang out again, drawing everyone's attention back to the match itself.

As soon as he finished speaking, a short young man from the Holy Spirit Sect quickly stood up. With a flash, he floated onto the competition stage like a ghost, as light as a falling leaf, without making a sound.

Almost simultaneously, on the Snow Demon Sect's side, Yuan Gungun also proudly stood up. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and like an arrow released from a bow, he flew onto the competition stage.

Yuan Gungun's appearance clearly surprised the Holy Spirit Sect. They did not expect that the Snow Demon Sect would send Yuan Gungun first.

Although Yuan Gungun has not fought many times, the Holy Spirit Sect's investigation revealed that this seemingly simple-minded boy possesses an extremely powerful martial spirit that should not be underestimated.

Who would have thought that he would be the first to appear in such a crucial match!

Without pausing, both contestants walked towards the center of the arena and soon stood in front of Zheng Zhan, the Unbreakable Douluo. They were only a few meters apart, yet the air was thick with tension.

Zheng Zhan's gaze swept over the two men, and he said in a deep voice, "Both sides, state your names!"

"Snow Demon Sect, Yuan Gungun!" Yuan Gungun's voice was loud and powerful, full of confidence.

"Holy Spirit Sect, auspicious." The short young man replied coldly, his voice low and hoarse, making people feel very uncomfortable.

Jili? That name does sound auspicious, but unfortunately, he's an evil spirit master. In the audience, some people whispered among themselves, their words filled with worry.

As the soul-guided shield around the arena slowly rose, it meant that this highly anticipated match was about to begin!

"Both sides step back and prepare for the match!" Zheng Zhan gave the order.

Yuan Gungun narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at Jili standing opposite him. This short opponent seemed to exude a chilling aura, sending shivers down one's spine.

Jili's face always wore an inscrutable, cold smile, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, forming a dangerous arc. His eyes were like deep, unfathomable pools, radiating a chilling dark green light.

His gaze, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey, was filled with greed and ruthlessness, sending chills down one's spine. Even more unsettling was the subtle, ever-changing nature of his pupils, sometimes contracting, sometimes dilating, as if concealing some unknown danger. Yet, faced with his opponent's sinister aura, Yuan Gungun remained remarkably calm.

He took a deep breath, clearing his mind of all distractions, and threw himself wholeheartedly into the upcoming battle.

At this moment, his eyes became incredibly determined, and a powerful fighting spirit surged from his body, instantly sweeping across the entire arena.

He walked steadily towards the edge of his own playing area, facing Geely from afar.

Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the rostrum. After pausing for a moment, he tilted his head slightly and looked up at the sky, as if he were pondering something.

Finally, he calmly raised his right hand, clenched his fists, and held it high above his head.

"The match!" He paused, his booming voice echoing across the arena.

"Begin!" With Zheng Zhan's announcement, the second semi-final officially began. Unlike his usual taciturn demeanor during battles, Gun Gun let out a deafening roar the moment Zheng Zhan announced the start.

The roar came so suddenly and so fiercely that it completely drowned out the last syllable of Zheng Zhan's announcement of "begin."

Before anyone could react, Gun Gun's body began to undergo a dramatic change. His already robust physique rapidly expanded, like an inflating balloon.

Layers of fat rolled outwards like surging waves, stretching the already oversized clothes tightly, as if they would burst at any moment from this powerful force.

His already enormous size increased rapidly in a short moment, becoming even larger and more imposing, like a towering mountain, giving people an unshakeable sense of oppression.

A heavy shadow fell over the arena, and the audience could only look up at the terrifying beast.

He slowly straightened up, and his entire body reached a height of about three meters, like a small giant.

Upon seeing Yuan Gungun's astonishing transformation, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers, deafeningly loud.

They were quite familiar with Yuan Gungun and had a certain understanding of his strength. As soon as they saw him use his martial spirit, everything suddenly became familiar, as if they had returned to those exciting matches in the past.

At this moment, Yuan Gungun changed his usual tactics. Instead of simply defending, he launched a fierce attack.

Despite his appearance as a defensive-type Soul Master, his close combat ability is actually quite strong, even terrifying.

With a sudden roar, Yuan Gungun unleashed six spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—below his feet, their interplay radiating a chilling energy fluctuation. Dazzling muscles rapidly covered his entire body, becoming as hard as steel, especially his arms, which grew exceptionally thick and brimming with explosive power. Even his hair gained a layer of blue-purple light, exuding a mysterious aura.

With a light touch of his toes, his massive body shot towards his opponent at an astonishing speed, like an arrow released from a bow.

Geely was equally determined, moving as if weightless, floating lightly towards the center of the arena like a feather drifting in the wind. Although neither of them was particularly fast, the arena was only so big, and in the blink of an eye, the two were locked in close combat.

But in just two breaths, they were already in the center of the competition area, with less than a meter between them.

Yuan Gungun raised his hand, and his palm, as big as a palm fan, reached out to grab the other party with such speed that it was difficult for anyone to react.

In soul skill attacks, bigger is never always better. In many cases, size and power are inversely proportional.

Jili of the Holy Spirit Sect reacted strangely. Faced with Yuan Gungun's thunderous attack, his body strangely curled up slightly, and then quickly stretched out again, as if he was accumulating some terrifying power.

A chilling, pale blue aura burst forth from his body, enveloping him entirely and forming an indestructible barrier.

Then, something even more shocking happened: his short body suddenly swelled up, and his black clothes were instantly torn apart, revealing an extremely bizarre figure.

Jili's body rapidly expanded under the influence of his three spirit rings, two yellow and one purple. The first and third spirit rings shone brightly, symbolizing that he had pushed the power of these two spirit skills to their limit.

His upper body was as if it had been inflated with air, his muscles bulging like rocks, full of explosive power.

Blue-gray scales emerged from beneath his skin, gleaming with a metallic sheen, completely covering his upper body as if he were wearing a layer of hard armor.

In stark contrast to the expansion of his upper body, his lower limbs became shorter and more compact. His originally long legs were compressed together, resembling the hind legs of a wild beast, exuding a sense of power.

The head underwent the most dramatic changes, with the original facial features being stretched and deformed, ultimately forming a grotesque triangular head.

Its lips protruded, revealing menacing fangs that gleamed with a chilling light. Its original eyes had shrunk to the size of two small green beans, flashing with a cold and ferocious light.

The blue-gray scales covering its face looked particularly ferocious due to their twisting, like a demon from the abyss.

His arms also became unusually thick, with bulging muscles and prominent veins, as if they contained boundless power.

Just now, he used those strong arms to block Beibei's Thunder Dragon Claw, demonstrating the terrifying power he possessed. (End of Chapter)