The Fiend Battle Team members, seven middle-aged men around thirty, all had hulking physiques and bloodthirsty glints in their eyes.
Their bodies radiated immense pressure, and their gazes brimmed with killing intent.
A thick, choking stench of blood swept across the arena.
It was the inevitable result of all the killing they had done.
The seven of them stood shoulder to shoulder, preparing for a frontal assault—after all, they all possessed Assault-type Martial Souls.
"Crush them! Wreck them! Leave nothing standing!"
The VIPs in the viewing box were viciously excited, completely looking down on the Shrek Team.
"They're all Assault-types. I think Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, and you, Captain, should just charge straight through instead of sticking to this weird formation!"
Tang San suddenly suggested, eager for a head-on clash. He wasn't afraid of direct confrontation.
Plus, the enemy team lacked any fliers, while Ning Rongrong and Oscar had Flying Sausages in hand. If danger struck, they could just soar into the air.
"Are you the captain, or is Brother Fan the captain?"
Xiao Wu snorted, annoyed. This Tang San was seriously getting on her nerves, always acting like some genius strategist.
"Yeah, stop trying to show off how smart you think you are!"Ning Rongrong huffed.
"Fine! Everyone do their own thing then!"
Hearing these two girls snapping at him, Tang San felt a surge of rage, especially coming from Xiao Wu, the girl he liked most. Her betrayal stung deep.
"Sounds good to me!"Zhang Fan nodded.
"Buzz…"
The Fiend Battle Team's Soul Rings lit up underfoot.
On the Shrek side, their Soul Rings also rose from their feet in unison.
"Damn, they've got optimal Soul Ring configurations!"
Even Meng Li was a little surprised. But in his eyes, that still wasn't enough to worry about.
They prepared to charge—
"Ding! Dialogue Modification Task Triggered."
[Tang San shouted: Second Soul Skill - Chicken Lays Egg.]
Zhang Fan, with a wicked grin, changed the word "egg" (蛋) to "bubble" (泡).
"Ding! Dialogue successfully modified. Minor plot chaos triggered. Reward: 60 Modification Points."
Tang San's eyes turned cold as he shouted,"Second Soul Skill: Chicken Lays Bubble!"
Everyone stared as the Blue Silver Chicken flew into the air, pointing its butt at the group of burly men.
"Uh... is this guy here to make us laugh? Summoning a chicken as a Martial Soul? And it lays bubbles? This is too ridiculous!"
"Hahaha! Seriously, this is the funniest Soul Skill I've ever seen!"
The Fiend Battle Team members all burst out laughing.
"Puff puff..."
The airborne Blue Silver Chicken sprayed out transparent, colorful bubbles non-stop.
It looked exactly like some twisted chicken-shaped bubble gun.
"Puff puff..."
One after another, the translucent bubbles floated toward the Fiend members.
The men just laughed harder, completely ignoring the harmless-looking bubbles.
Meanwhile, Tang San was staring in absolute shock:
"What the hell? Why did my Soul Skill turn into this?!"
Inside, he was both furious and desperate."God, please stop screwing with me! I'm begging you!"
Tang San was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"Hahaha… can Soul Skills mutate like this?"
Xiao Wu blinked in disbelief, her beautiful eyes wide open.
"Ugh... is that crazy Zhang Fan pulling another prank again?"
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but admit it looked kinda pretty... but it was just way too bizarre.
"Chaos."
Zhu Zhuqing paused half a second, stunned by just how absurd Tang San was being.
"..."
Below the stage, Yu Xiaogang was about to blow a gasket.
How could this happen?!The original Chicken Lays Egg skill had some serious power!Now it's... bubble-blowing?! How was Tang San supposed to beat anyone like this?
At such a critical moment, Tang San was utterly useless.
"Xiaogang…"
Flender approached Yu Xiaogang with an accusing tone:
"Look at what you've done to the kid… He was our Academy's second prodigy, and now he's just trash!"
"How is it my fault?!"Yu Xiaogang exploded.
"This is Heaven's test for him!"
"Wow. You're really good at shifting blame."Even Zhao Wuji was speechless hearing that.
"Whoosh whoosh—"
The Fiend Battle Team suddenly entered Martial Soul Possession mode, their muscles swelling as they lunged at Zhang Fan and Tang San.
Meanwhile, the colorful bubbles popping from the Soul Power shockwaves were about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.
"What now? Go ahead, big guy!"
Zhang Fan grinned wickedly at Tang San.
"…"
Tang San had completely lost his cool and was in no shape to fight.
"What a coward."
Zhang Fan sneered.
"CLANG—!"
At that moment, Zhang Fan's Soul Rings rose again—The fourth ring!
"Buzz…"
A terrifying pressure spread from it.
"Holy sh*t… what's happening? Four black Soul Rings?!"
"That fourth ring's pressure is insane!"
"C-could it be a fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring?!"
The Fiend Battle Team members gasped in terror.
Even the VIPs stood up, their eyes popping out of their heads.
"Buzz…"
Dark energy gathered around the sword in Zhang Fan's hand.
The sword turned pitch black, absorbing all light around it.It was like staring into an endless abyss.
"CLANG!"
He slashed downward:
"Fourth Soul Skill: Dark Abyss Judgement Slash!"
The black swordlight shot out like a Judgment Ray from the depths of darkness, carrying devastating power, slashing straight toward the enemy!
Wherever the swordlight passed, darkness swallowed everything, as if dragging the world into an endless abyss.
"AHHH—!"
The crowd heard nothing but bloodcurdling screams from the Fiend Battle Team.
Everyone was utterly dumbfounded.No one had imagined such a horrifying scene would unfold.
Was the enemy team captain even human?How could one person be so ridiculously powerful?!
The arena fell into dead silence.Even Tang San stood there stunned.That move was insanely overpowered.
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong were all staring starry-eyed at Zhang Fan.
"Wow… That was insanely cool!"
"Terrifyingly strong!"
"Awesome!"
The three beauties praised in awe.
Even Ma Hongjun and Oscar stood frozen.
As the darkness faded, they saw the seven members of the Fiend Battle Team lying lifeless in pools of blood.
Dead. Totally dead.
Given how brutal those guys were—how many innocents they'd slaughtered—Zhang Fan had no intention of holding back.One sword to end it all.
In fact, you could even call it doing the world a favor.
Afterward, he casually dismissed his Martial Soul, Heavenly Mourning Sword.
Even Yu Xiaogang looked completely stunned.How could one brat unleash something so monstrously powerful?!
He stood there sucking in a few cold breaths, unable to recover for a long time.
Meanwhile, Flender was over the moon.After all, he had bet fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins—and with ten-to-one odds, that turned into a whopping half-million!
Of course, two hundred thousand would go to Zhang Fan.
(End of Chapter)