"You really are beyond saving!"
Flender was speechless. Was Yu Xiaogang's madness contagious? Even Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and Oscar would occasionally act deranged.
Only Zhang Fan, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu never went crazy, which really made him wonder.
But this was just a minor episode.
In the Balak Kingdom, soul masters who participated in the Soul Duel Tournament were mostly concentrated in two cities.
Across the entire continent, there were no more than 100,000 soul masters.
Of those, only about 2,000 were stationed in Balak Kingdom.
They had been scheduled for the second-to-last match. Before this, they had all gone through one-on-one soul duels.
Zhang Fan, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong had all participated in both one-on-one and two-on-two soul duels.
Zhang Fan had fought the most—four matches in total.
However—
His Nine Yang Divine Art had been cultivated to the fourth level, with internal energy constantly regenerating his soul power.
And every battle was an effortless victory, with almost no energy spent.
No need for sausage recovery at all.
The others, though, had all eaten sausages.
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang weren't backstage but had gone to the audience area to watch.
Flender brought them masks. With his terrible taste, they were actually green masks—absolutely hideous.
Still, with their faces hidden, looks didn't really matter anymore.
As they waited to enter the arena, a brawny man over two meters tall with a tiger-like back and a bear's waist walked over. He looked to be in his thirties, shirtless, revealing wheat-colored muscles. He glanced at Zhang Fan's team.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up at the sight of the three beautiful women, especially the one in the black mini-skirt:
"Yo... little lady… what a knockout body!"
Even though he couldn't see their faces behind the masks, he could clearly make out the curvy and explosive figure of the woman in the black skirt.
"Scram!!"
Zhu Zhuqing snapped coldly, her voice crisp and clear.
"Feisty little thing! I love a wild little mare!"
The man raised his massive hand while speaking.
"You dead bastard… dare to flirt with my woman!"
Zhang Fan said coldly. His voice was like icy blades piercing into the man's brain.
The brawny man was stunned. He quickly turned around and glared at the masked figure beside him:
"Kid… I'll do what I want with the ones I fancy!"
He arrogantly shouted, then suddenly swung a massive palm at Zhang Fan.
"Whoosh!"Zhang Fan pointed his sword finger and struck.
"Puff..."
The man's palm was instantly pierced through by sword intent.
"Ahhh—" he screamed and was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
"Aahh—my hand!"
He clutched his bleeding hand with the other, crying out in pain.
"Stop!"
Just as the man tried to get up and summon his martial spirit and soul rings,a middle-aged man, around forty years old, stepped forward and stood between Zhang Fan and the brute.
"No fighting in the Soul Duel prep zone. If you want to brawl, do it on the Soul Duel stage."
The enraged brute immediately forced a laugh upon seeing the man:
"Director Ao, my bad, I lost control for a second."
Director Ao looked at the Shrek Seven Devils:
"You're the newly registered Shrek Seven Devils Team, right? You won't be fighting here today. You're facing each other on the stage. Whatever beef you got, settle it there."
"Berserker, this is your last warning! Remember it!"
"Got it, no next time!"Berserker (Kuang Xi) grinned with bared teeth.
But inwardly, he was furious. He glared coldly at Zhang Fan.This damn brat! So ruthless!
He silently vowed to crush him in the upcoming match—to let him know the price of crossing him.
"Kid, you hit hard, huh? See you on stage. If I don't beat you till your dad can't recognize you, I'm not called Berserker!"
"Then maybe call yourself Berserker Pig? Or a rabid dog? Biting at everyone like a madman."
Zhang Fan replied calmly, hands behind his back:
"That was just a welcome gift. Once we're on stage, you'll start questioning your entire existence."
"Arrogant brat! See you there!"
Berserker had seen many arrogant people, but never one this arrogant. He ground his teeth and walked away.
"Don't underestimate them."Director Ao warned. "Berserker is the captain of the Berserker Team. All their members are above level 35.
They've only registered for a week and already have a seven-match win streak.
If they get ten wins in a row, they'll be promoted to Bronze Soul Fighters—among thirty-level teams, they're top-tier.
You may be level 46, but the rest of your team? Only one is at level 37. The others are under level 33!
And they have far more combat experience. Don't get careless."**
He then turned and left.
Others around had also started paying attention.
"They're so young, yet one of them's already at level 46? That's unexpected.
But… they lack experience. Against the Berserker Team, they're in for a rough time."
"True. The Berserker Team's seven-win streak made them pretty famous recently."
Many doubted the Shrek Team would win.
"Heh… even a tough nut like this is nothing with Zhang Fan on our side!"
Dai Mubai was already convinced of Zhang Fan's strength.
"Absolutely! That move earlier? Freakin' awesome!"Ma Hongjun joined in with a flurry of flattery.
Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing were speechless. These two had stolen their lines.
"That guy wasn't just being a pervert, right? Could he have been testing our strength? After all, he's the captain of the Berserker Team. He wouldn't just harass people for no reason."
Xiao Wu pondered aloud.
"Makes sense. Too bad he ran into Zhang Fan. He's definitely choking on regret now."
"That guy was disgusting."Zhu Zhuqing said coldly.
"Their martial spirit is probably a rhino—built for defense. I'll take two of them. The remaining five are yours."Zhang Fan looked at the team. "Think you can handle it?"
"Of course!"Xiao Wu nodded confidently.
"No problem!"Zhu Zhuqing, still annoyed by Berserker's earlier behavior, was eager to get payback.
In Zone 13, the team matches consisted of five rounds.
The Shrek Seven Devils had managed to rest during the first three matches.
Now, it was finally their turn.
The Shrek Team and Berserker Team walked out of the prep zone together.
Berserker led the group—tall and muscular.
Behind him were two middle-aged men with similar appearances and builds—likely brothers.
Then came a flamboyant woman with heavy makeup and a curvaceous figure, probably around twenty years old, wearing a short skirt.
After her, two small-framed young men with sharp eyes, scanning everything around them.
Last was the oldest man—over forty, with an ordinary appearance.
(End of Chapter)
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