Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

She poured the last bit of soul power in her body into the first soul ring beneath her feet.

A Leap of Starlight!

A burst of golden light erupted, and she instantly appeared three meters in front of Aurora at the edge of the storm's eye!

The protection of stardust finally shattered completely at this moment, turning into a sky full of golden light and dissipating.

The petals, now free of their barrier, surged forward, instantly leaving dozens of bloody welts on her body.

Cinderella doesn't care.

She's already rushed here, how could she possibly back down!

"Second Soul Skill, Thorn Waltz!"

She raised her right leg high, using her last bit of strength to sweep it horizontally towards Aurora!

But in that instant, an invisible fragrance silently entered her nostrils.

First Soul Skill: Fragrant Trap.

Cinderella's body suddenly sank.

Speed ​​drops drastically!

That sweeping leg was a beat too slow.

It's just this half-beat.

Aurora moved.

The second spirit ring beneath her feet glowed with crimson spikes!

boom!

The ground beneath Cinderella's feet suddenly cracked open, and a dark red rose thorn burst forth, its poisonous barbs, gleaming with a faint purple light, piercing precisely into her ankle.

Cinderella let out a muffled groan, her body stiffening.

A curse mark, implanted.

The numbing sensation spread upwards from the ankle, instantly reaching the entire body.

Her movements came to a complete stop.

The wildly swirling petals around her had already surged towards her.

In just one second, she will be torn to pieces.

But the petals stopped an inch away from her body.

Aurora raised her hand.

All the petals froze at the same moment, suspended in mid-air, like a crimson ocean.

Chapter 416 Cinderella Lost

Cinderella gasped for breath as she looked at the scene before her.

Her soul power was completely exhausted, and her body was so stiff from the curse mark that she could not move.

She lost.

We lost completely.

Aurora looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in her light golden eyes.

There was appreciation, recognition, and also a slight sense of regret.

"You're very strong," Aurora said softly, her voice still gentle, "stronger than I expected."

Cinderella gave a bitter smile.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Aurora did not speak again.

She simply waved her hand gently.

The petals suspended in mid-air drifted slowly, like a crimson snow.

And the second spirit ring beneath her feet lit up with crimson thorns once more.

A thick rose thorn rose from beneath Cinderella's feet, not to attack, but to gently wrap around her waist and lift her up.

Then, the thorns gently pushed it away.

Cinderella's body floated out of the ring like a feather and landed below.

She staggered a couple of steps before being supported by Ma Hongjun and Oscar who rushed over.

The referee took a deep breath, and his loud voice echoed throughout the entire training ground:

Cinderella is eliminated! Aurora wins!

The referee's voice was like a cold hammer, striking the hearts of every Shrek student.

Below the stage, Cinderella's body, like a kite with a broken string, was gently supported by the rose thorn and slowly drifted down.

Her face was as pale as paper, her long golden hair was disheveled and stuck to her forehead, and her battle robe was cut with dozens of fine tears by the petals, revealing the bleeding wounds underneath.

Those amber eyes were half-closed, filled with weariness and resentment.

She wanted to fight again.

But she didn't have the strength to move even a finger.

Just as she was about to land, a blue figure rushed over like an arrow released from a bow.

Tang San.

He opened his arms and caught Cinderella steadily.

Those eyes, which were always calm as still water, were now burning with unprecedented rage.

"sister……"

Tang San's voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat. He looked at Cinderella's pale face in his arms, at the shocking wounds on her body, and the anger in his chest almost set him on fire.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing like a sharp sword towards the pale gold figure on the arena.

Aurora stood there, surrounded by a faint crimson glow, her long, light golden hair swaying gently in the wind. Her face was somewhat pale, and her breathing was slightly rapid, clearly indicating that the battle she had just fought had not been easy for her.

But she won.

She stood there, looking down at the audience, her light golden eyes calm as still water, as if she were simply watching a performance with a predetermined ending.

Tang San's hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He wanted to rush forward.

He wanted to tear this woman who had hurt his sister to pieces with his own hands.

He wanted her to know that hurting Cinderella would come at a price.

But he can't.

The list of performers has already been submitted and cannot be changed.

Next up is Dai Mubai.

It wasn't him.

Tang San suddenly turned his head, his gaze falling on the dusty figure not far away.

Yu Xiaogang.

The man who put Cinderella on stage.

The man who confidently declared before the match, "This lineup is perfect."

The man who made my sister fight to the last drop of blood and the last bit of strength on stage.

Tang San's eyes were as cold as ice.

If looks could kill, Yu Xiaogang would have died a thousand times over by now.

Yu Xiaogang seemed to sense something, and his body stiffened slightly. He subconsciously avoided Tang San's gaze, pushed up his glasses, and found that his fingers were trembling slightly.

He knew what Tang San was thinking.

He also knew what he should say at that moment.

But he couldn't say anything.

Tang San's gaze was so cold that it reminded him of that man, Tang Hao.

That was the wrath of Haotian Douluo.

That was a gaze capable of destroying everything.

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but in the end only let out a hoarse sigh.

He was wrong.

He shouldn't have let Cinderella go so early.

He thought the Plant Academy's trump card was Luo Yunxi, and he thought that as long as he replaced Luo Yunxi with Lin An, the rest would be much easier.

He didn't expect that the true trump card of the Plant Academy was Princess Barak, who had remained unmoved all along.

Level 49.

The fourth soul skill is an area-of-effect attack of that level.

They hid it so deeply, so ruthlessly.

"We lost..."

Flander's voice came from the side, hoarse like a broken bellows.

He slumped in the chair, his small eyes filled with despair, and the fat on his face trembled.

Lost.

We lost completely.