Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Bibi Dong then paused for a moment before continuing, "Today's match is divided into two parts."

"The first event is the individual elimination round, where players from the three teams take turns on stage, and the team that remains on the stage at the end wins."

"The winning team will then compete in a team match against the winners of the other two teams to determine the final champion."

"First is the individual competition. The rules are very simple: if one side concedes or loses the ability to fight, they are considered to have lost."

"Intentional killing is prohibited; violators will be disqualified."

After speaking, Bibi Dong's gaze slowly moved, sweeping from the Martial Soul Team to Canghui Academy, and finally landing in the direction of Shenfeng Academy.

Which one is Wang Teng?

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a casual and nonchalant tone, yet it drew everyone's attention to the team from the Divine Wind Academy.

Wang Teng was slightly taken aback, a question lingering in his mind.

He had never offended Bibi Dong, so why would the Pope suddenly call him out?

But Wang Teng still stepped forward, took two steps forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Your Holiness, I am Wang Teng."

Bibi Dong sized up Wang Teng, her gaze moving from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, as if she were examining an object.

Her expression remained unchanged, but there seemed to be something indescribable hidden in her deep eyes.

"I heard that you have innate level 5 soul power and your martial soul is just an ordinary mid-level martial soul - a spinning top."

Bibi Dong's voice remained calm, but every word seemed to be striking something.

"However, judging from your current situation and your cultivation speed."

"Can you tell me how your martial spirit evolved?"

"Why is his cultivation speed so fast?"

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

The evolution of a martial spirit and the secrets of its cultivation speed are the most core privacy of a soul master, almost equivalent to revealing their trump card to others.

Bibi Dong's direct questioning in public was tantamount to coercion.

Wang Teng frowned slightly, about to speak, when a figure blocked his way.

Ning Fengzhi stepped out from the crowd, his face calm, but his tone was cold: "Your Holiness, Wang Teng has joined my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and is now a member of our sect."

"Furthermore, what you're asking are all private matters for Soul Masters. Isn't it a bit unreasonable to interrogate them in public like this?"

Bibi Dong's gaze shifted to Ning Fengzhi, a slight smile curving her lips, it was impossible to tell whether it was a smile or a mockery.

"Oh? Sect Leader Ning is very protective of his own, I can understand."

"But what if... I really want to know?"

Before she finished speaking, an invisible pressure emanated from Bibi Dong, overwhelming Ning Fengzhi and Wang Teng's direction.

That wasn't a direct attack of soul power, but a kind of mental pressure, as if the whole world was tilting towards you.

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed slightly, and his body swayed, but he still stood firmly in place.

He neither retreated nor released his martial spirit; he simply endured the oppressive force silently.

But someone made a move.

Bone Douluo stepped forward and stood in front of Ning Fengzhi.

A flash of silvery-white light appeared on his body, the space distorted slightly, and most of the oppressive aura was dissipated.

"His Holiness the Pope."

Bone Douluo's voice was old and steady.

"Let's talk things out calmly, why get angry?"

Bibi Dong remained silent, but her oppressive aura intensified.

Another figure stepped forward.

It's Sword Douluo.

Chen Xin walked expressionlessly to Bone Douluo's side. Although he did not release his martial soul, his sharp aura, as sharp as a sword, naturally emanated, blocking all the remaining pressure.

The auras of the three titled Douluo clashed in the square, and the air seemed to freeze.

The others around them retreated, their faces pale and covered in cold sweat.

Wang Teng took a deep breath and stepped out from behind Ning Fengzhi.

He did not release his martial spirit or circulate his soul power. He simply looked up at Bibi Dong calmly and said in a clear voice, "Your Holiness, I have heard a saying: there are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters."

"The reason I was able to cultivate so quickly and get to where I am today is entirely due to my own efforts."

"As for how my martial soul evolved, it was because I broke through my own limits, which led to the evolution of my martial soul."

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

No one expected that a fourteen-year-old boy would dare to speak so defiantly (talk nonsense) to the Pope.

Bibi Dong looked at Wang Teng, her gaze growing colder and colder.

The atmosphere in the square plummeted to freezing point, as if something irreversible was about to erupt at any moment.

However, to everyone's surprise, Bibi Dong suddenly restrained her aura.

The overwhelming pressure receded like a tide, and the air in the square became clear again.

Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo also withdrew their auras and stepped aside.

Bibi Dong's lips curled up slightly, a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

She didn't say anything more, but just gave Wang Teng a deep look before turning around and taking out three wooden boxes from her storage soul tool.

The wooden box was small, but it emitted a faint fluctuation of soul power.

Bibi Dong opened the wooden boxes one by one and placed them on the high platform.

Inside the first wooden box was a pure white soul bone, radiating a soft glow.

Inside the second wooden box was a dark red soul bone, with faint flames flickering within it.

The third wooden box contained a cyan soul bone, emanating an aura of wind attribute.

"These three soul bones are the reward for today's champion."

Bibi Dong's voice returned to calm as she explained to everyone, "A right arm bone from a burst of flames that is about ten thousand years old, a left leg bone from a speed-chasing wind that is about ten thousand years old, and a skull from a concentration of wisdom that is fifty thousand years old."

"The specific abilities will naturally be known after the winner emerges."

After speaking, Bibi Dong turned around and walked to the seat behind the platform, where she sat down.

A cardinal stepped forward and announced loudly: "The final round of the grand final, the individual elimination rounds, is now beginning!"

The captains of the three teams stepped forward and drew lots to determine their order of appearance.

The rules for the individual competition are very simple.

Each team sends one player to the stage. The winner stays on the stage, and the loser leaves. The next player from the same team then takes their place, and the competition continues until all players on a team are eliminated.

However, after receiving the draw, the captain of Canghui Academy only glanced at it before shaking his head with a wry smile.

He turned and walked back to the team, whispered a few words to the team members, and then went to the front of the stage again.

"We, Canghui Academy, concede defeat."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

No one was surprised.

The reason why Canghui Academy has been able to reach this point is because of its seven-in-one martial soul fusion technique.

For them, the individual competition was no different from simply admitting defeat.

Rather than making a fool of oneself on stage, it's better to withdraw gracefully.

The cardinal nodded and said, "Canghui Academy abstains."

"The individual competition will be held between the Spirit Hall Advanced Soul Master Academy and the Divine Wind Academy."

"Please send out your first player."

Chapter 378 Individual Tournament: The Final Battle Against the Spirit Hall

Yan strode out from the Spirit Hall side.

He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and every step he took made the ground tremble slightly.

At Shenfeng Academy, Mo Hui took a deep breath and looked at Feng Xiaotian and Wang Teng.

Feng Xiaotian patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Be careful, don't fight head-on."

Mo Hui nodded and walked into the arena.

Game start.

Yan's soul power reached level 51, while Mo Hui's was only level 43, a huge difference.

Mo Hui knew very well that he was no match for him in a head-on confrontation, so he never intended to engage in a direct confrontation from the beginning.

Martial Spirit Possession!

A huge phantom of a wind eagle appeared behind Mo Hui, its wings spread and swirling with azure light.

He pushed off with both feet, soaring into the sky and instantly widening the distance between himself and Yan.

Yan looked up at Mo Hui, who was flying into the air, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

He stood firmly on the ground with his feet apart, raising his hands with palms facing up.

"First Soul Skill: Hellfire Lava Surge!"

Magma erupted from Yan's feet, but instead of attacking in a straight line, it formed a ring-shaped magma barrier around his body, protecting him within it.

The scalding lava radiated an intense heat wave, making even the ink-like figure in mid-air feel a burning sensation.

Mo Hui did not approach rashly.

He circled in the air, searching for Yan's weakness.