Chapter 140 I'm Already Standing in the Sky
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Back at their residence, Yu Xiaogang didn't give the Shrek Seven Devils time to rest, immediately summoning them to his room to discuss tactics.
Although the Shrek Academy seemed to have won this match easily and without any injuries, the soul power consumed was definitely significant, especially for Tang San, who could still faintly feel a throbbing pain deep within his soul.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San and asked, "Will your soul power be fully restored to its optimal state for tomorrow's final?"
Tang San nodded, "No problem."
Yu Xiaogang's expression didn't relax, and he sighed, saying with a hint of self-blame:
"I still miscalculated. If I had known earlier that Little San could use the Clear Sky Hammer's true form of the weapon spirit under the Seven-in-One Fusion Skill, we should have saved it to deal with the Northern Academy."
Tang San shook his head, "Teacher, it's not your fault. Besides, if we hadn't used this move today, we might not have been able to defeat the Spirit Hall Academy team."
Dai Mubai asked, "Does that mean we can't use this move to deal with the Northern Academy tomorrow?"
Yu Xiaogang said in a deep voice, "The most terrifying aspect of the true form of the weapon spirit is that it merges the user's own soul with the weapon spirit, which consumes spiritual strength.
Little San can borrow your soul power, but the consumption of spiritual strength needs to be borne by himself. If he uses it again tomorrow, it will cause irreversible damage to his soul."
Tang San pondered for a moment, "I'll ask Dugu Bo if he has any herbs that can restore soul power. Amon treated his granddaughter like that in the previous match, so if he has any, he will definitely help."
The others' eyes lit up. If Tang San could use the Clear Sky Hammer's true form of the weapon spirit again, then defeating the Northern Academy seemed possible.
When Tang San found Dugu Bo, the latter didn't hesitate and immediately took out all the medicines he carried, letting Tang San choose.
"Give that bastard Amon as much of a lesson as possible," Dugu Bo said fiercely.
"Yes, I will do my best," Tang San nodded emphatically.
The next day, the final championship battle began.
The person in the red robe opened his eyes, staring intently at Tang San, and asked Walter beside him, "Is your disciple okay? I don't want the soul bone that belongs to our Spirit Hall to fall into the hands of others."
Having seen the power of Tang San using the Clear Sky Hammer, Walter also had some uncertainty, "If it's just her, it might be a bit difficult, but that captain of the Northern Academy is also a noteworthy figure."
"That captain?" the gold-robed man asked.
"Yes, he also possesses the soul power of a Soul King, and he's probably close to Soul Emperor. It's hard to say how strong his spirit is in combat, but he's definitely very troublesome when it comes to interference."
Walter knew that Amon had the abilities of creating clones, mental interference, and stealing soul skills. If these abilities were used well in a team battle, they could produce miraculous effects.
The contestants from Shrek Academy and Northern Academy walked onto the stage.
Amon had a faint smile on his face, showing no sign of nervousness.
The other Northern Academy contestants also looked relaxed, as if this championship battle was insignificant.
In stark contrast to them was the Shrek side, with serious faces and a tense atmosphere.
Tang San suddenly shouted loudly, "Remember our slogan, Shrek, we will win!"
"Shrek, we will win!"
Their uniform shouts echoed in front of the Papal Palace, showing their determination to move forward.
"They really have confidence..." Bibi Dong said softly.
Hu Liena, who was watching the battle outside the arena, looked at Tang San and Amon standing opposite each other, feeling particularly lost. She had failed her teacher's expectations.
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, "They are a group of children who can create miracles. I believe they can win."
"We will win?" Yan Jin yawned, covering his mouth, and looked at Tang San, saying, "You can only say that now. In a moment, you will know what despair is."
When the referee announced the start of the match, Romier, contrary to his usual behavior, didn't use his spirit to condense a seat.
"Xue Qinghe," who was watching the battle, smiled, "It seems that at this point, they have no choice but to get serious."
Her smile quickly froze, and what followed was a strong sense of astonishment and incomprehension.
Yan Jin and the others made a move that surprised everyone present. They left the arena in the first instance, leaving only Amon there.
This made the Shrek team feel very puzzled. They were originally thinking of fighting if they could, and if they really couldn't win, they would focus their attacks on someone from the other side and then admit defeat.
But now, the Northern Academy had merged all their choices into one: focus on Amon!
"What do you mean by this?" A bad feeling arose in Tang San's heart. "Are you planning to fight the seven of us alone?"
A surge of anger arose in Dai Mubai's heart. "You're too arrogant, aren't you?"
His words expressed the true thoughts of many people.
Qian Renxue and Walter nodded, expressing their agreement. No matter how strong you are, you shouldn't be so careless.
Amon took off his monocle, took out a silk cloth to wipe it, then put it back on, and said with a light smile:
"Arrogant? Aren't you the arrogant ones? Who gave you the illusion that you are qualified to be my opponents?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura rose from Amon's body, like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami.
This was the effect of Amon's first soul skill, which could steal the "expressiveness" of his own soul power, hiding his spirit and soul power fluctuations, and could also release it at the right time to create a grand illusion.
In the past, he had always used "stealing" and had almost never released "expressiveness." Over the years, the accumulated "amount" was quite considerable.
Creating a Soul Douluo-level soul pressure was only a drop in the bucket in terms of the total amount of "expressiveness."
Bearing the brunt of this aura, the Shrek team couldn't help but turn pale. They felt a tremor from the depths of their souls, to the point where even moving seemed like a luxury.
"Soul Douluo!" Yu Xiaogang exclaimed, "How is this possible?"
"Cheating, you're cheating!" Flender lost his composure.
"Xue Qinghe," who was sitting on the referee's seat, stood up abruptly, looked at Walter on the side, with a hint of doubt and inquiry in her eyes.
Walter shook his head, also looking confused.
Half a year ago, he personally took Amon to hunt for his fifth soul ring. How could he become a Soul Douluo in just half a year?
A trace of shock and doubt appeared in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong in the arena, his eyes filled with worry.
"This is impossible!" Tang San said through gritted teeth.
"Don't judge me with your limited knowledge. People are different," Amon said slowly.
With each step he took forward, the soul pressure on the Shrek Seven Devils increased.
When he walked in front of Tang San, the pressure had already approached that of a Title Douluo!
Dai Mubai's lips were white, unable to speak, only staring at Amon with his eyes.
At this moment, their minds were blank. Let alone counterattack, just trying to stand was already an effort.
Ning Rongrong, who had a weaker will, was the first to lose her support and fell to the ground helplessly.
Chen Xin shouted worriedly, "Rongrong!"
Amon looked at Tang San and said softly:
"You were there when I killed Shi Nian, right? I knew it all along, but I just didn't care.
"Your subsequent actions were as ridiculous as a clown... but they gave me some amusement.
"I changed that letter. It was very interesting, right? Oh, by the way, you probably don't know that this letter actually had some follow-up effects.
"It made Walter notice you, and notice your father, the 'Clear Sky Douluo.' He probably used your identity to set up a situation and made some arrangements that might kill some people."
Tang San's pupils shrank, finding it hard to believe.
Amon walked to Xiao Wu, patted her on the shoulder, and slowly curled the corners of his mouth. "This is your lover? She's very important to you, right?"
With the vibration of soul power, Xiao Wu fell forward.
Under Amon's deliberate control, a white flower with blood-colored spots flew out of Xiao Wu's chest with the vibration of soul power.
Her expression changed drastically, and a look of horror appeared on her face. She temporarily broke through the pressure brought by Amon's soul power, moved her arm, and tightly grasped the 'Acacia Heartbroken Red' in her hand.
But it was too late. In that instant, all the Title Douluos present focused their attention on her, and even Amon was temporarily ignored.
"Oh... interesting." Amon pretended to have a sudden realization, looking at Xiao Wu with a half-smile.
He stepped on Xiao Wu's hand holding the 'Acacia Heartbroken Red,' "Heh, this is really interesting. You actually dared to come here to participate in the competition so brazenly. Did you really think everyone was blind?"
Hearing the meaning in his words, the horror on Xiao Wu's face became even more intense, and her gaze towards Amon was filled with hatred.
Along with Xiao Wu's hand, a petal of the 'Acacia Heartbroken Red' under Amon's foot swayed slightly, as if expressing its dissatisfaction.
A stream of light flew out from under Amon's feet, merging into the 'Acacia Heartbroken Red,' and at the same time, it retrieved the original Worm of Time.
The Worm of Time that was previously parasitized in the 'Acacia Heartbroken Red' did not have the opportunity to improve and had fallen behind. Amon took this opportunity to replace it with several of the latest ones, all with soul power at level 48 and possessing complete souls.
Tang San's eyes were about to split when he saw Xiao Wu fall to the ground.
"Do you feel your own powerlessness? But you can't do anything, you can only watch helplessly," Amon said with a light smile.
The soul pressure emanating from Amon's body became heavier and heavier. Apart from Tang San, none of the other Shrek contestants were still standing.
They suddenly felt their bodies lighten, and the mountain-like oppressive aura disappeared.
An old man with a sharp aura stood in front of them, picked up Ning Rongrong, and said in a deep voice:
"It seems a bit inappropriate for you to be standing on this arena, Your Excellency, isn't it?"
Amon pinched his monocle, "At least I haven't violated the rules. It's you, Sword Douluo, who is blocking me. Do you also want to come up and play? You should be more than 25 years old, right?"
Without waiting for him to answer, Amon shook his head slightly, "Forget it, it doesn't matter."
He turned around, using soul power to materialize stepping stones, slowly walking towards the sky, recklessly releasing a pressure comparable to that of a Title Douluo.
"Because I am already standing in the sky."
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