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As time ticked by, the Twin-Flying Mushrooms in Tang San's hand were finally depleted.
Just as the audience thought Tang San's desperate resistance was about to end and he would admit defeat, Tang San stood alone on the stage.
It seemed as though he intended to face the remaining members of the Berserker Team all by himself!
Though this trope of the protagonist turning the tide was cliché, there was no denying that just his stance alone radiated an aura of overwhelming strength.
However, the nearly mindless Berserker Team didn't care about such things. The white-haired woman bared her teeth in a sinister grin.
"Congratulations on catching the last dance of the mad ball."
As soon as her words fell, the rest of the Berserker Team charged forward like frenzied beasts.
Crazy Trample, Super Rage, Rapid Clone—
The Berserker Team unleashed their soul skills without restraint, focusing their attacks on Tang San.
Without the ability to use hidden weapons or poison, Tang San could only rely on his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps to evade frantically.
At this moment, the stage was being destroyed recklessly, with sand and debris flying everywhere. Tang San's shadow, ghost-like and elusive, appeared exceptionally dazzling, leaving the audience in awe.
Seeing that the group couldn't take Tang San down, the white-haired woman clicked her tongue in frustration. Her white hair grew wildly once again.
Third Soul Skill—Heavenly Web!
If single-target attacks couldn't deal with Tang San, then it was time for mutual destruction! With only Tang San left from Shrek, the white-haired woman held nothing back.
Under the impenetrable web, Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps—no matter how nimble—was rendered useless. This was the concept of overwhelming firepower coverage.
As Tang San evaded while using Blue Silver Grass to prevent himself from being completely ensnared, the members of the Berserker Team each revealed smug smiles born of pent-up frustration.
Human endurance had its limits, especially for Tang San, who had only recently broken through to the level of a Soul Elder.
Finally, under this relentless assault, even Tang San, the destined protagonist, could do nothing but watch helplessly as a fist wrapped in layers of Blue Silver Grass thrust toward him.
But just as the fist was an inch away from Tang San's face, the attacker suddenly went limp, exhausted.
Tang San, drenched in sweat, smiled joyfully upon seeing this.
The frenzy effect had ended, and the backlash of the Mystic Light soul skill had begun!
Tang San smirked devilishly, then coldly waved his hand, tossing the now lethargic, unmoving members of the Berserker Team off the stage like fish out of water.
At this moment, Tang San inwardly celebrated. It seemed Plan Two wouldn't need to reach its final stage; he could handle things on his own.
Then, a common trope of villains unfolded. Tang San stood proudly in place, tightly binding the white-haired woman with Blue Silver Grass, and said coldly:
"It's unfortunate, but your winning streak ends here."
Though few words were spoken, Tang San felt immense satisfaction. This was the leisure of the victor.
The next second, Tang San was about to wave his hand and toss the white-haired woman out of the arena.
But at that moment, a surprising scene unfolded.
The white-haired woman, who should have been powerless, began moving her hair as she flew backward. At the last moment, her hair wrapped around Tang San's wrist.
After all, the white-haired woman had maintained some combat rationale even during the frenzy. Even after the soul skill's effects faded, she wasn't completely debilitated by its overconsumption. Miraculously, she still had one last effort left, and Tang San, caught off guard, was instantly locked down by her hair!
"This is my last bit of soul power. Down you go, Thousand-Handed Asura!"
The white-haired woman screamed internally with all her might. In the end, Tang San was dragged off the stage along with her.
Now lying weakly and staring at the sky, the white-haired woman accepted the situation. Since both of them had exited the stage, it should be considered a draw. There was no need to worry about losing team points, and they could still advance by finding a weaker opponent in the next match.
But the next moment, the referee's announcement plunged her into icy despair.
"The result of this match is—Shrek's Seven Monsters win!"
The white-haired woman stared blankly as she processed the information, then hurriedly propped up her weakened body to question the referee.
"We clearly both went out of bounds. It should be a draw, right? A draw!"
The referee patiently explained, "Your Berserker Team did indeed go out of bounds, but one member of Shrek's team did not leave the stage!"
At this moment, Oscar's slightly teasing voice drifted over.
"That's right—I haven't gone out yet～"
Indeed, Oscar retracted his umbrella, lightly flapping the wings on his back to hover in mid-air, his feet not touching the ground.
According to the Grand Spirit Arena rules: those who touch the ground outside the arena are considered out of bounds.
As long as his feet hadn't touched the ground, Oscar was still technically considered on the stage.
The white-haired woman stared blankly at this scene, opening her mouth but saying nothing in the end.
Who could understand her pain? After struggling so hard on the stage, someone had actually resorted to cheap tricks outside the arena to act as a sneaky sixth man!
From the stands, Ye Wen sneered. A group of top-tier martial souls with optimal soul ring configurations struggled so much against a team of civilian soul masters, ultimately relying on such underhanded tactics to win. It was truly embarrassing.
As for why Oscar could endure for so long, Ye Wen naturally knew it was due to a self-created soul skill taught to him by Yu Xiaogang, named Enduring Force.
Simply put, it minimized energy consumption to sustain the use of Oscar's soul skills. While not particularly sophisticated, it was quite remarkable for someone like Oscar, a civilian soul master.
But was this really what Oscar wanted?
The answer was yes. Ye Wen, having read the original story, knew that although Oscar appeared delicate on the surface, he harbored a warrior's spirit and refused to be a burden to his team.
Though Yu Xiaogang had promised to help Oscar overcome his weakness and inability to contribute meaningfully, victories achieved through such underhanded means...
Was this truly what Oscar, the most determined and morally upright member of Shrek's Seven Monsters, desired?
After this incident, Oscar would become relegated to a purely supportive role. After all, while using Enduring Force once might work, repeating the same trick multiple times would only fool a fool.
Ye Wen pondered further but decided not to rush contacting Oscar just yet. Only after experiencing a few more team battles, when Oscar realized he was perpetually a powerless auxiliary soul master—and when he truly fell for Ning Rongrong—would it be the most effective time to recruit him.
For now…
Ye Wen turned his gaze toward the Berserker Team.
By now, the members of the Berserker Team had regained some strength, but their faces were dark with despair. To think that their nine-match winning streak had been shattered by such a group of youngsters! Though they faced top-tier martial souls, losing despite such a vast difference in soul power left them deeply frustrated.
Ye Wen skimmed past the others and finally fixed his gaze on the white-haired woman.
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