Douluo Continent: Naru Sacred Heart, Snow Shines Forever

"Mu Bai! Zhu Qing!"

Tang San's roar exploded on the arena, his voice hoarse, yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"Soul Fusion Skill!"

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance.

The two retreated simultaneously, creating distance between them.

Dai Mubai retreated to the left side of the center of the arena, and the golden light of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation surged on his body.

Zhu Zhuqing used the force of the stone mill's tortoise-shell impact to bounce off, her figure transforming into a black line as she darted to the right wing, the aura of the Netherworld Cat surging wildly from her body.

The two were about ten meters apart, which was the optimal distance for the resonance of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

However, in order to create this distance, Zhu Zhuqing had already circled around to the flank of the battle group, and her position was only six meters away from Yu Tianheng.

She didn't notice.

Her entire attention was focused on Dai Mubai. The Martial Soul Fusion Technique required complete resonance of the souls and could not tolerate the slightest distraction.

Yu Tianheng saw it.

His heart skipped a beat.

really!

He had already guessed that when the White Tiger and the Netherworld Cat appeared at the same time, any family that knew the history of martial spirits would think of that legend.

His family, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, happens to have detailed records of all the martial spirits in the world.

But he kept waiting.

Wait until Tang San reveals it.

Because the most terrifying thing about a trump card is that it's not revealed yet.

Once revealed, it's just a card.

"This is the moment we've been waiting for."

Yu Tianheng's voice was very soft, so soft that only he himself could hear it.

His gaze was fixed on Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing was emerging from the shadows, the aura of the Netherworld Cat surging wildly around her.

Her position was on the left wing, about ten meters away from Dai Mubai, which was the optimal distance for the Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

The activation of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill requires approximately three seconds of resonance time, during which the user is most vulnerable.

She was only six meters away from Yu Tianheng.

Six meters is a distance that can be covered in an instant for a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master.

Purple lightning exploded inside his body, not from his arms, not from his whole body, but from his legs.

He squeezed the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus's soul power to its limit; it wasn't just being used, it was being overdrawn.

All the energy poured into his feet, and the blue lightning was completely swallowed by the purple light at that moment.

His figure disappeared from Tang San's sight.

Zhu Zhuqing saw it.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and the Netherworld Cat unleashed its full speed in an attempt to dodge.

But it was too late.

Yu Tianheng's speed reached its limit at this moment.

Purple lightning exploded beneath his feet, leaving two charred footprints on the bluestone ground where he landed. His body, like a real purple lightning bolt, struck Zhu Zhuqing.

His right claw, crackling with the last trace of purple lightning, struck Zhu Zhuqing's chest.

Not the shoulder, not the arm, it's the chest.

Zhu Zhuqing's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the railing at the edge of the arena, which then broke.

She rolled twice, lay on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and could no longer stand up.

The entire room fell silent!

The gasps of 20,000 people merged into a wave of sound, crashing against the dome and bouncing back, making people's eardrums hurt.

Dai Mubai was stunned.

His hand remained in the same position as Zhu Zhuqing's, but the aura of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill extinguished at his fingertips, like a flame that had been extinguished.

"Bamboo Clear!"

His voice was hoarse, and the golden light of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation trembled violently.

Yu Tianheng stood where Zhu Zhuqing had fallen. The purple lightning on his right claw had completely extinguished, turning back into a dim blue. It flashed twice and then disappeared completely.

His arms were trembling, and his soul power was almost completely drained, but he did not fall.

He made the right bet.

But he had no time to feel fortunate.

If Tang San hadn't shouted out a spirit fusion skill, and if Zhu Zhuqing had been two meters further away...

If his purple lightning were even slightly weaker, or if any variable malfunctioned, he himself would be the one to fall.

But he still took the gamble.

Because he is the captain, and because the Royal Fight cannot lose!

He turned around and looked at Tang San.

"Your trump card,"

His voice was calm.

"I already knew."

Tang San's face turned deathly pale.

He knew that what Yu Tianheng said was true.

From the very beginning, Yu Tianheng had been waiting for this moment, waiting to place all his hopes on the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and then shatter it with a single blow.

But worse things were yet to come.

In that instant when everyone at Shrek Academy was distracted, in that instant when Dai Mubai turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing,

In that instant when Tang San froze, in that instant when Ma Hongjun forgot to breathe fire,

Oslo sprang from the shadows without a sound or a trace of killing intent; the Ghost Leopard Soul Master's figure headed straight for Ning Rongrong.

The core of Shrek Academy's power boost is that if she falls, Shrek Academy's combat power will instantly drop by 30%.

At the same time, the millstone started moving.

The Xuanwu Turtle's shell was like a moving wall, crashing into Xiao Wu from the side. Xiao Wu's ankle was entangled by Tianxuan's Azure Vine, so she had no time to dodge and could only take the hit head-on.

Two directions, two goals, at the same moment.

Ning Rongrong saw Oslo's ghostly claws; her pupils contracted sharply, and the aura of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda trembled violently.

But she was too slow. How could a support-type Soul Master possibly dodge an attack-type Soul Master?

"Rongrong!"

Oscar had seen it the moment Oslo started moving. He had been staring at the shadow in that direction, and his body moved before his brain could process it, lunging forward.

A figure blocked Ning Rongrong's path.

Oscar, a food-type Soul Master, was the weakest member of the team. He used his body to shield Ning Rongrong and Oslo.

Oslo's demonic claw pierced Oscar's shoulder, and blood splattered onto Ning Rongrong's face.

Oscar groaned, his body thrown backward by the force of the ghostly claw. The intense pain made his vision blur, but he clung tightly to Ning Rongrong's arm.

She was not exposed to Oslo's second attack.

"Oscar!" Ning Rongrong screamed.

Oscar gritted his teeth and pulled a sausage from his pocket with his right hand. It wasn't an ordinary sausage; it was pink and had a slight sheen.

It's a flying mushroom sausage.

He stuffed it into Ning Rongrong's hand.

"Eat...eat it...and fly..."

Tears welled up in Ning Rongrong's eyes, but she did not hesitate. She bit into the sausage, and a warm current flowed from her throat into her limbs.

Then her body felt light, and butterfly-like wings unfurled from her back. Her feet left the ground, and she rose into the air.

"Damn it!"

Oslo gritted his teeth and looked up at Ning Rongrong, who was flying up.

Yu Feng saw Ning Rongrong flying in mid-air and his eyes lit up. As a support-type Soul Master, she was a sitting duck in the air.

But he didn't rush forward immediately.

A thought flashed through his mind: Ma Hongjun was still down there, and that fat man's Phoenix Fireline was waiting for him to make a mistake.

However, Ye Lingling's face was already as white as paper. If Ning Rongrong stayed for even a second longer, her buff would fall on Shrek Academy again, and the team's advantage would gradually slip away.

He gritted his teeth and decided to give up.

With a flap of its wings, the wind chime bird pounced on Ning Rongrong. Its wind blades were already poised to strike, ready to cut her down as soon as it got within 5 meters.

"Don't even think about it!"

Ma Hongjun's roar came from below.

Yu Feng looked down and saw the fat man's phoenix flames reignite beneath his feet, condensing into an extremely thin line of phoenix fire.

Ma Hongjun had been waiting, waiting for the moment when Yu Feng would become impatient.

Yu Feng was too fast, too fast to turn around. His body crashed straight into the line of fire, and at the same time, the wind blade he had been holding was shot towards Ning Rongrong.

"ah!"

The phoenix fire burned through his bellbird wings, his clothes, and into his skin; it wasn't ordinary fire, but a malevolent flame.

Yu Feng screamed in agony, swaying in mid-air before finally crashing onto the arena, rolling twice. Half of his body was burned.

His clothes were stuck to his skin, emitting a burnt smell of smoke, but he lay on the ground, panting heavily, trying to prop himself up.

"Rongrong!"

Oscar's voice was hoarse, but his shoulder was pierced by the ghostly claw and he couldn't move.

A few seconds later, Yu Feng struggled to get up, half of his body trembling with pain, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

"One!" he said.

Oslo's figure swept past Yu Feng, this time his target was Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line had been completely extinguished. His soul power was completely drained by that attack, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

He saw Osro rushing towards him and tried to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up with his brain's commands.

Oslo's ghostly claw slammed into Ma Hongjun's chest, revealing the full power of the Ghost Leopard Soul Master. Ma Hongjun's body flew out like a cannonball.

He crashed into the railing at the edge of the ring, which snapped in two. He rolled twice, then lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood and passing out.

Oslo withdrew his ghostly claws and turned to look at Yufeng.

"Two," he said.

Yu Feng grinned, but the smile aggravated his burns, causing him to wince in pain.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the scene of Xiao Wu being knocked away by the millstone was also happening.

The power of the Xuanwu Turtle could not be neutralized by gentle skills. Shi Mo's shoulder hit Xiao Wu's waist, and Xiao Wu's body flew out like a falling leaf, crashing onto the arena and sliding four or five meters away.

She struggled to stand up, but the sharp pain in her lower back made her gasp and turn as pale as a sheet.

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the bluestone ground.

"Xiao Wu—!"

Tang San's voice changed.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't anxiety.

It's fear!

He saw the blood at the corner of Xiao Wu's mouth, saw her clutching her waist and unable to stand up, and saw her face as white as paper.

His eyes began to redden.

It wasn't the purple of the Purple Demon Eye, but a murky, beast-like scarlet that surged from the depths of the pupil.

"Little... Dance..."

His voice became hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out from deep in his throat.

His breathing became heavy and rapid, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, each inhale carrying a deep, resonant quality.

It wasn't like a human's whimper, but like an enraged wild beast.

In the audience, Chen Jieqi kept his eyes fixed on Tang San the whole time.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Tang San's eyes turned completely red.

Those are no longer human eyes.

Those were the eyes of a soul beast, the eyes of a predator, the eyes of a wild beast that had lost its mind after seeing Xiao Wu injured.

"roar--!"

A roar that sounded inhuman exploded from Tang San's throat.

Eight spider spears suddenly opened behind him, six, seven, and eight extending in sequence.

The bluish-purple spider spears gleamed with a cold light under the spotlight, and dark purple patterns emerged on their surface, like blood vessels, like veins, like some ancient and ferocious totem beginning to awaken.

He had been hiding this trump card all along. From the start of the battle until now, even when he was being suppressed by Yu Tianheng and even when the Blue Silver Grass was countered by lightning, he did not use the Eight Spider Spears.

But now, his reason has been extinguished by rage.

Chen Jieqi pursed his lips slightly and muttered to himself.

"He really is a killer; he's already plotting to kill Xiao Wu the moment she gets injured..."

His gaze fell on Tang San's eight spider spears, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"As expected of a chosen one, not only is he a formidable fighter, but he can also endure and conceal his abilities. This kind of person is indeed not easy to deal with."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

"What is that thing?!"

"A soul bone! It's an external soul bone!"

"That kid from Shrek Academy actually has an external soul bone!"

The gasps of 20,000 people nearly lifted the dome off its height. The warm glow of the crimson crystal shone on the eight spider spears, refracting a cold and eerie light.

Countless eyes were fixed on the boy on the stage who had spread his spider spears; some were shocked, some were greedy, and some were fearful.

In the VIP section, several middle-aged men dressed in fine clothes stood up at the same time.

The old man in the black robe at the head muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming.

"External soul bone... This thing actually appeared on a Soul Master."

His companion lowered his voice.

"Investigate his background."

"No rush."

The old man slowly sat down, but his gaze never left Tang San.

"Let's see... whether he can control it."