Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

When the lineup and level of Team One were announced, the entire Soul Arena fell into an eerie silence, followed by an even more frenzied clamor!

Level 45! Soul Master!

A level 39 Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex!

Eight-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

……

Every name and every martial spirit represents the continent's top talent and background.

The complete suppression in terms of hierarchy was laid bare on the table.

The atmosphere was completely different on either side of the ring.

On the Tian Dou team's side, apart from Rapunzel, whose expression remained gentle and aloof, and Ning Rongrong, whose face was tense and slightly nervous, the other five members all had an almost indifferent calm on their faces.

It's a composure born from years of being at the peak and having weathered many storms, and also an absolute confidence in one's own abilities.

In their view, this Soul Fighting Tournament, like all the other matches they've participated in along the way, is a victory that should be taken for granted.

The comprehensive gap in level, martial spirit, resources, and training system cannot be erased by the mere title of dark horse.

In the waiting area, Sun Buyu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Behind him, Ye Lingling, Yu Feng, and Shi Mo stood quietly, showing no emotional fluctuations.

Qin Ming, standing alone in the corner, had his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white, and his face was filled with undisguised worry and anxiety.

He knew all too well the pride and stubbornness of those little monsters at Shrek Academy, and he also knew all too well the limits of how the prodigies of the Heavenly Dou Team were handled.

When there is an absolute disparity in strength, the so-called "measure" often means a more complete crushing defeat.

He was genuinely afraid that his younger schoolmates would stubbornly resist and end up seriously injured or even disabled.

On Shrek's side, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.

Dai Mubai stared intently at the petite yet imposing white figure opposite him, his evil eyes filled with a mixture of fighting spirit and apprehension.

Zhu Zhuqing's cat-like eyes were icy cold, and her body leaned slightly forward, ready to pounce at any moment.

Tang San's eyes were calm, but his fingers hidden in his sleeve had quietly turned jade white. Cinderella looked worried, her gaze shifting between Snow White and Rapunzel.

Lin An pursed his lips, his purple eyes focused intently. Oscar and Ma Hongjun also put away their usual playful manner, their faces tense.

Below the stage, Flander looked at the stark difference in class between the two teams on stage, and then glanced at the calm and collected demeanor of the opposing Heavenly Fighting Team. He was filled with regret.

He gripped his already thinning hair tightly, his small eyes filled with lingering fear and anxiety.

In the arena, fists and kicks have no eyes, and soul skills are even more unpredictable. What if something happens to his precious few treasures...

He simply couldn't believe it!

Suddenly, his gaze swept across the waiting area opposite, and he abruptly stopped, a look of surprise on his face. He forcefully patted Zhao Wuji, who was also frowning beside him: "Old Zhao! Old Zhao! Look over there! Isn't that... Qin Ming?"

Zhao Wuji was already annoyed and grumbled irritably, "What are you looking at! I can't concentrate on anything right now..."

Even so, he still glanced in the direction Flanders pointed.

He was stunned by that glance, his eyes widening like copper bells: "It really is that kid! What's he doing there? And he's even wearing the teacher's uniform from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy?"

After a moment of surprise, Flander's face lit up with a look of realization and relaxation, and he chuckled softly.

Chapter 344 Warning

"No wonder we suddenly have to compete against Team Tiandou... it turns out he's now a teacher at the Tiandou Royal Academy! That makes sense!"

Flander punched Zhao Wuji's broad shoulder hard, lowering his voice with a hint of smugness.

"See that? That's a student who graduated from our college before. He's one of our own! With him on the other side, our people won't suffer any major losses."

Zhao Wuji's tense expression eased somewhat, but he still scoffed, "One of our own? If he were truly one of our own, would he lead a team to attack us? I think that's a bit doubtful!"

The commotion they made caught the attention of Yu Xiaogang, who was standing nearby.

He pushed up his glasses and asked in confusion, "Flander, what are you talking about? Who did you see?"

Flander's mood improved considerably, and he smiled as he pointed to a corner of the waiting area opposite: "Xiao Gang, look, that guy in the blue shirt standing on the side is Qin Ming. He's a graduate of Shrek Academy from many years ago. He's very talented, and I never expected him to become a teacher at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy! With him around, we can feel a little more at ease."

Yu Xiaogang looked in the direction he was looking and his gaze fell on Qin Ming's face, which was full of worry. His eyes behind his glasses flickered, but he didn't say anything.

Just then, Qin Ming, who was opposite them, seemed to sense their gazes and looked up, meeting Flander and Zhao Wuji's eyes.

A complex emotion flashed across his face. After hesitating for a moment, he actually started walking towards Shrek's waiting area.

This action immediately caught Sun Buyu's attention.

The veteran teacher frowned slightly, watching Qin Ming's retreating figure as he walked towards the opposing camp, a clear hint of coldness and disgust flashing in his eyes.

That's really... a traitor.

Sun Buyu sneered inwardly, his opinion of Qin Ming plummeting to rock bottom.

The academy's decision to keep him on probation was already an extraordinary favor, yet he brazenly went to catch up with his opponent before the competition—it's utterly absurd!

Qin Ming seemed oblivious to the gazes behind him. He strode to the Shrek waiting area, looking at Flander and Zhao Wuji with a face full of guilt and urgency.

"Dean Flander, Professor Zhao Wuji." Qin Ming's voice was a little hoarse.

Flander still had a smile on his face as he greeted his student, and Zhao Wuji nodded in return.

Yu Xiaogang stood aside, quietly observing this Shrek Academy graduate.

Qin Ming took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the Shrek Seven Devils making their final preparations on the stage, then turning to Flander and Zhao Wuji, his tone almost pleading:

"Dean, Teacher Zhao, and this...teacher. Once the competition starts, if...if the younger students are at a clear disadvantage and the situation becomes dangerous, please...please signal them to surrender immediately! Don't force them to fight!"

He paused, lowering his voice further but becoming even more urgent: "The strength of the Heavenly Dou Team far exceeds what is on paper! Especially Captain Snow White, her true combat power cannot be judged by ordinary standards!"

The younger students are all excellent and have bright futures. There's no need for them to risk their lives in this battle against a much stronger opponent. It would be too much trouble if they suffered irreversible damage!

Flander's smile froze instantly.

Zhao Wuji's rugged face suddenly darkened as he glared at Qin Ming, as if he were seeing his former student for the first time.

Yu Xiaogang pushed up his glasses, and the gaze behind the lenses became sharp and cold.

Flanders opened his mouth as if to say something, but found his throat tighten.

Looking into Qin Ming's eyes, which were filled with concern for their well-being, the slight sense of relief and complacency that had arisen because of their own people was instantly replaced by a chilling disappointment and anger.

own people?

Are these our own people?

The match hasn't even started, and they're already trying to persuade us to surrender?

Do you want to persuade our Shrek monster to surrender when facing the academy he now serves?

Flander's facial muscles twitched, but in the end, he didn't get angry; he simply slowly composed himself.

He said in an extremely calm, even somewhat unfamiliar tone, "Qin Ming, we appreciate your kindness. However, how Shrek students should compete is a matter for us current teachers. There's no need for you, a teacher from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, to worry about it."

He pronounced the words "teachers of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy" with exceptional clarity.

Qin Ming's face paled, and he wanted to say something more, but Zhao Wuji waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly: "Alright, alright, go back to your side! Don't get in my way!"

Seeing the undisguised aloofness and disgust between Flander and Zhao Wuji, and then looking at Yu Xiaogang's cold, scrutinizing gaze, Qin Ming felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he still patiently explained, "Dean, Teacher Zhao, that's not what I meant. I'm not here to persuade them to surrender, nor am I siding with outsiders."

He took a deep breath, quickened his pace, and spoke with a sense of helplessness and bitterness in his voice: "What I just said is precisely because I am no longer the team leader of the Tiandou Team 1."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, startling Flanders and the other two.

"What did you say?" Flander's small eyes widened.

"Just three days ago, because of the arrangement of this match... my teammates and I had a serious disagreement."

Qin Ming smiled wryly, his expression complex and difficult to describe.

"I wanted everyone to go easy on me, after all, they are all children, and it is my alma mater... but I was treated as someone who couldn't distinguish between public and private matters and who was biased towards other schools."

Snow White reported it directly to the academy, which urgently dispatched Teacher Sun Buyu to take over. I've been suspended from my leadership duties and am now just an observer.

He glanced at the imposing and indifferent Heaven Dou Team on the stage, then at the Shrek Seven Devils opposite him, who were ready for battle and had stubborn eyes, and his voice lowered.

"The reason I'm here to remind them is because I know all too well the mindset of the Tian Dou team on stage right now. They're enraged by my bias and feel looked down upon and insulted."

This battle of spirits was more than just a victory or defeat for them; it was also a lesson for me.

Therefore, they will never hold back, and may even... fight exceptionally fiercely.

Qin Ming's words were like a bucket of ice water, pouring down on Flander's last bit of hope.

Zhao Wuji's face darkened completely, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Yu Xiaogang pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses growing increasingly serious.

They understood.

This was not an ordinary exchange of skills; it was a brutal battle fought with fury and a vast disparity in strength.

Qin Ming did not come to persuade them to surrender; he came to issue a warning.

Warning of an impending storm.

Just as the atmosphere in the waiting area became tense, the host's voice resounded throughout the arena via amplified soul guide:

"Both teams are preparing to unleash their Martial Souls!"

In an instant, it was as if two invisible storms exploded on both sides of the arena.

Chapter 345 The Competition Begins

On Shrek Seven's side, Dai Mubai, who was standing at the very front of the group, suddenly took a step forward and let out a deafening tiger roar.

A surge of soul power erupted with a sonic boom, his body suddenly swelled, his white hair grew wildly, the golden light swirled around the "king" character on his forehead, and his pair of evil eyes were clearly heterochromatic.

Three spirit rings, yellow, yellow, and purple, rose from beneath his feet, releasing the domineering aura of a top-tier beast spirit without reservation, attempting to seize the initiative in terms of momentum.

Behind him, Tang San stood focused, raising his right hand. Deep blue Blue Silver Grass seemed to come alive, spreading out from beneath his feet and quickly covering the ground several meters in front of him.

The blades of grass swayed, faintly gleaming with a jade-like luster, seemingly delicate yet possessing a tenacious vitality. His three spirit rings—yellow, purple, and black—also rose, and his gaze calmly settled on the person opposite him.

Cinderella's crystal dancing shoes shimmered slightly, making her figure seem even lighter and more agile.