"Attack!"
Hu Yanli roared, charging forward at the forefront. His teammates flanked him on either side, forming a solid wall of seven heavy tanks moving in unison. Their synchronized steps shook the entire arena as they advanced like an unstoppable fortress.
Facing this moving wall, Tang San knew they couldn't confront it head-on. He shouted, "Xiao Ao!"
Upon hearing this, Oscar quickly produced a Flying Mushroom Sausage and handed it to Tang San. Tang San ate the sausage, and transparent wings sprouted from his back. He flicked his wrist, and several Blue Silver Grass vines extended, wrapping around the waists of all his teammates.
"Up!"
With a forceful pull, Tang San lifted all six of his teammates into the air. This was the strategy he had devised—there was no way to face such an opponent directly, so they had to rely on ingenuity.
This spectacle stunned both the Elephant Armor team and the audience. On the continent, aside from Title Douluos, only soul masters with flying spirits could take to the skies. The ability to fly was a rare and coveted skill.
Hu Yanli's eyes widened as he bellowed, "They can actually do this? Fine! I don't believe their soul power is infinite. Once they run out of energy and land, we'll swarm them and kick them off the stage!"
His teammates shouted in unison, "Yes!"
In the air, Tang San, who was carrying six people, was straining with all his might. He gritted his teeth and said, "Use long-range attacks! Drain their soul power! Only then will we have a chance when we land!"
Hu Yanli was right—Oscar's soul power wasn't infinite. With his level 35 soul power, he could only produce fewer than twenty Flying Mushroom Sausages. If he also had to make Recovery Sausages, the number of Flying Mushroom Sausages he could produce would be even lower.
Therefore, while they still had the advantage of flight, their only hope of winning was to exhaust their opponents' soul power.
"White Tiger Meteor Shower!"
"Phoenix Fire Line!"
"Wolf Howl Bullet!"
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Huang Yuan, originally from Blue Tyrant Academy, launched continuous attacks at their opponents.
Hu Yanli, as the captain, was very competent. "Everyone, get behind me! Hu Yanba, Hu Yanshan, the three of us will take turns defending. Don't waste any extra soul power. Once they run out of energy, it'll be our turn to strike back."
As Diamond Mammoth soul masters, they specialized in defense. Their slow speed made it impossible to dodge attacks, so they had no choice but to take turns absorbing the damage.
First, Hu Yanli roared, "Fourth Spirit Skill, Thousand Jun Defense!"
A distorted force field appeared in front of him, redirecting all incoming attacks—whether it was Dai Mubai's White Tiger Meteor Shower, Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line, or Huang Yuan's Wolf Howl Bullet.
After one wave of attacks, Hu Yanli's soul power was depleted by a third. He then stepped back, and Hu Yanba took over to absorb the next wave.
Hu Yanli alone had withstood the attacks of Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Huang Yuan. The soul power the three of them had expended was essentially wasted.
However, thanks to Oscar's Recovery Sausages, the three quickly regained their strength and launched another round of attacks.
This cycle continued for about seven or eight minutes. While the others could still hold on, Oscar, who was providing both Recovery Sausages and Flying Mushroom Sausages, was pale and exhausted. When he handed the last three Recovery Sausages and one Flying Mushroom Sausage to Tang San, he said weakly, "Tang San, my soul power is completely drained. I have nothing left."
Tang San's heart sank. The three Soul Ancestors on the opposing team were taking turns absorbing damage—one defending while the other two rested. Their consumption was far less than he had anticipated. Moreover, the four Soul Elders were still at full strength. This was an unwinnable battle.
But there was nothing he could do. He placed Oscar at the edge of the stage and told him to jump off on his own.
Tang San then ate the Flying Mushroom Sausage and distributed the three Recovery Sausages to Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Huang Yuan. He said to them, "One last round of attacks, and then it's time to decide the match."
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Huang Yuan ate the Recovery Sausages and prepared for their final assault. However, Recovery Sausages weren't a cure-all. The continuous attacks had left them in poor condition, and they were already mentally prepared for defeat.
"White Tiger Radiant Wave!"
"Phoenix Fire Line!"
"Wolf Howl Bullet!"
The final round of attacks seemed forceful, but compared to the initial onslaught, they were noticeably weaker. This was evident from the fact that Dai Mubai had switched from his fourth spirit skill to his second.
Following the "smoke without injury" rule, the Elephant Armor team remained unscathed. Hu Yanli, Hu Yanba, and Hu Yanshan still had more than half of their soul power left, while the four Soul Elders were still at full strength.
By this point, the effects of Tang San's Flying Mushroom Sausage had worn off. He brought his team above the Elephant Armor team and shouted, "Second Spirit Skill, Parasite!"
The arena was already covered in Blue Silver Grass spores. Under Tang San's control, they instantly entangled the seven members of the Elephant Armor team. However, due to their massive size, Tang San's soul power was drained by more than half.
For the others, it was a simple entanglement, but for Hu Yanli, Hu Yanba, and Hu Yanshan—the three Soul Ancestors—Tang San used his third spirit skill, Blue Silver Snake Bind.
Thicker Blue Silver Grass vines tightly wrapped around the three of them, and venomous thorns emerged, releasing a toxin potent enough to knock out a wild bull.
However, there was a problem: Hu Yanli and his teammates' skin was incredibly thick. The thorns couldn't penetrate their defenses, rendering the poison useless.
By now, Tang San had exhausted his soul power after continuously using his second and third spirit skills. He dropped Dai Mubai and the other four onto the stage and shouted, "This is our last chance!"
The five of them unleashed their full power, using every enhancement and attack skill they had.
Boom! Boom!
The blinding light and deafening explosions gradually faded, revealing the seven members of the Elephant Armor team sprawled on the ground.
Despite this, Tang San's face showed no sign of joy…
"Hahaha, you're finished!"
Hu Yanli laughed heartily. "Second Spirit Skill, Mammoth Strength!"
With his newfound strength, Hu Yanli easily tore through the Blue Silver Grass and stood up, stretching his limbs. He then said to his teammates, "Brothers, stop lying around. Let's teach them a lesson!"
At his command, the other members of the Elephant Armor team stood up as if nothing had happened. This was their usual strategy—relying on their formidable defense to drain their opponents' soul power, then using their immense strength to easily eliminate them.
"Charge!"
At Hu Yanli's order, the seven heavy tanks lined up once more and charged forward. Their unstoppable momentum and overwhelming presence shook the entire arena, striking fear into everyone's hearts.
In Tang San's despairing gaze, his teammates were thrown off the stage one by one. As for himself, he was completely drained of soul power.
They had lost…
In that moment, the confidence Tang San had built up over a year of victories in soul battles cracked. His eyes were vacant, and his face was blank.
Tang San, who had always considered himself a genius, fell into a spiral of self-doubt. 'Damn it, Blue Silver Grass is too weak. Its toughness is useless, its poison is useless. A trash spirit is just a trash spirit. If only I had an attack strong enough to break through their defenses, I could have won. I could have won…'
(End of Chapter)
Word Count: 1,319
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