Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Feng Xiaotian gave the order loudly from outside the arena.

"First Soul Skill: Wolf Attack"

"Roar!"

With a roar, Xia Ri suddenly exerted force in his limbs and charged towards Wang Teng like an arrow released from a bow.

His speed was astonishing; his figure almost left a trail of afterimages in the air, and the bluestone pavement thumped loudly as he stomped on it.

Judging from this trend, Xia Ri's first soul skill is clearly an amplification-type soul skill.

Moreover, it is very likely that the increase in speed alone pushed his speed to its limit.

"Second Soul Skill: Sacred Firebird Spinning Top!"

"Wow!"

A flash of light, and a golden-red spinning top appeared out of thin air.

At the same time, a firebird engulfed in flames burst forth, hovering above the spinning top; it was the phantom of the sacred beast, the Flame Bird.

The golden-red light instantly illuminated half of the courtyard, and a wave of heat swept over us.

Ultimate Technique: Celestial Fox Flame!

Wang Teng had no intention of delaying Xia Ri; he went all out from the start.

The Flamebird suddenly flapped its wings, merging with the spinning top, and a golden-red fiery tornado instantly condensed, reaching several meters in height, spinning and sweeping towards the summer sun.

"Bear--"

The fiery tornado surged forward rapidly, bringing with it scorching heat, distorting and warping the air in its path.

The temperature on the arena suddenly soared, and even the few people watching from the sidelines couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"It's so hot, what kind of flame is this?"

Xia Richong suddenly stopped, a look of astonishment on his face.

The heatwave burned his skin from a distance, and he instinctively tried to dodge it, but the fire tornado was too fast and was already close to him in the blink of an eye.

"Third Soul Skill: Shadow Clone Wolf!"

"Om-"

A flash of blue light appeared, and three identical figures suddenly appeared beside Xia Ri, so similar in both size and expression that it was impossible to tell them apart.

Without the slightest hesitation, the three figures sped off in three different directions.

"Wow!"

The Flamebird let out a sharp cry and charged toward the figure in the very center.

The fiery tornado instantly engulfed the man, and golden-red flames rose up amidst blue smoke.

"puff--"

The figure shattered like a bubble, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating into the air.

"fake?"

Wang Teng's eyes sharpened, and he quickly scanned the left and right sides.

Sure enough, the remaining two figures, one on the left and one on the right, had already circled around to within five meters of him, taking advantage of the previous cover.

Five meters is nothing more than a blink of an eye for a speed-type Soul Master.

Wang Teng could even see the excited expression on Xia Ri's face.

It was a sense of certainty that success was imminent.

"Third Soul Skill: Shadow Poison Wing Spinner".

Wang Teng made a decisive move. A flash of purplish-black light appeared, and a spinning top covered with purplish-black rings appeared in front of him.

Above the spinning top, a huge bat phantom slowly floated, its wings spread, its entire body exuding a dark aura.

At this moment, Xia Ri's two figures had already approached Wang Teng's left and right sides.

Four wolf claws shot out simultaneously, lashing out at Wang Teng with a fierce gust of wind.

Chapter 327 Information about the Kamikaze Team

Wang Teng raised his arms to block, and at the same time, he suddenly exerted force with his legs and leaped backward.

"Too slow, you can't dodge it!"

Summer shouted loudly, her voice full of confidence.

His speed was indeed fast. Although Wang Teng's jump was decisive, it was still a step slower than Xia Ri's relentless pursuit.

Ultimate Skill: Ten Directions Poisonous Miasma

"call!"

The moment he finished speaking, a thick cloud of purplish-black poisonous mist suddenly exploded from Wang Teng's center, instantly enveloping an area of ​​several feet in radius.

Both Wang Teng himself and Xia Ri, who had already rushed close, were engulfed by this poisonous fog.

"Tear--"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Cough-cough-"

A series of rapid fighting sounds came from within the poisonous fog, mixed with the crisp sound of tearing clothes and violent coughing.

The crowd outside held their breath, but they couldn't see anything clearly. They could only hear the constant noises coming from the thick, purplish-black fog.

The sound disappeared after three seconds.

Five seconds later, the poisonous fog suddenly dissipated.

Everyone quickly looked toward the arena.

At the edge of the arena, Wang Teng's arms were covered in blood, his sleeves torn to shreds, revealing mangled wounds underneath. Several scratches were so deep that bone was visible, and blood dripped from his elbows onto the ground.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was noticeably more rapid than before.

Not far in front of Wang Teng, Xia Ri had already completely lost consciousness.

His face was pale with a bluish tinge, his lips were black, his lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was shallow and rapid.

The summer-like appearance clearly showed symptoms of severe poisoning.

"Second Soul Skill: Wind Healing".

Below the arena, Fang Qing reacted immediately, raised her hand and waved, a wisp of soft blue breeze arose from her palm, gently brushing across the arena and enveloping Wang Teng and Xia Ri.

As the only healing-type Soul Master in the team, her reaction was remarkably quick.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the external wounds on Wang Teng's arms began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bleeding stopped, and the torn flesh gradually closed up.

But when Fang Qing sent the wind to Xia Ri, her expression changed.

"No, my healing soul skill can't cure Xia Ri's poison."

Fang Qing withdrew her soul power and looked anxiously at Wang Teng.

Everyone else's eyes also fell on Wang Teng.

The poison was released by Wang Teng, so naturally only he can cure it.

"Let me do it; my poison is more difficult to cure."

Wang Teng nodded, took a deep breath, and a purple spider stinger slowly extended from his back, gleaming with a cold luster in the sunlight.

That was his external soul bone, the Eight Spider Spears.

"prick."

The spider stinger pierced Xia Ri's body precisely. Wang Teng focused his mind and circulated his soul power, using the eight spider spears to draw out the toxins from Xia Ri's body bit by bit.

The purplish-black poison gas flowed slowly back along the spider stinger, and Xia Ri's complexion gradually improved, the bruises faded, and her paleness slowly returned to its normal color.

A moment later, Xia Ri's eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"I never thought I would lose like this."

Summer woke up and lay on the ground, looking up at the sky above her head. She let out a long sigh, her tone full of helplessness.

Although he was unwilling, the result of the previous exchange was already clear.

He did lose, and he lost in a way that left him speechless.

"Alright, you've all seen Wang Teng's strength."

Feng Xiaotian stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the other team members, and asked calmly, "Now, is there anyone else who wants to challenge our vice-captain?"

The group looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Mo Hui leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at Wang Teng thoughtfully.

Ling Yi withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, and his expression became much more serious.

Sun Jun still stood at the far end, holding his sword, but the look in his eyes as he looked at Wang Teng clearly showed more approval.

"That's all, Captain."

"We are convinced of the vice-captain's abilities."

Fang Qing spoke on behalf of the other team members, her voice gentle yet sincere.

"Alright, Fang Qing, you treat Wang Teng first."

"After that, we began the team's practice to get the team in sync."

After Feng Xiaotian finished speaking, he went over and helped Xia Ri, who was still lying on the ground, to sit down against the wall below the arena to rest.

Fang Qing nodded, walked to Wang Teng's side, raised her hand and released her soul power, and a gentle blue breeze once again brushed against Wang Teng's arms.

Although the external injuries look frightening, they are not too troublesome in the face of the soul skills of healing-type soul masters.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Fang Qing withdrew her soul power and breathed a slight sigh of relief: "All done."

Wang Teng moved his hands. The wounds had completely healed, leaving only a few faint marks. In a little while, even the marks would probably be invisible.