Duolou: After taking advice, I became Supreme!

The Shrek Seven Devils simultaneously flipped their wrists, each pulling out a seemingly unremarkable black box about two feet long from their soul guides or their pockets.

One end of the black box silently pointed toward their opponents.

Perhaps due to the countless atrocities the Fiend Team had committed, the surrounding cheers only fueled their bloodthirst. They roared toward the sky, pounded their chests, and flaunted the soul rings on their bodies to the spectators.

They paid no attention to the small movements of the Shrek Seven Devils.

The Grand Spirit Arena did not prohibit the use of weapons, but generally speaking, weapons were a burden to soul masters, and few used them.

Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and the others were observing the scene from a VIP room. Flender's martial spirit was a cat eagle, so despite wearing glasses, his eyesight was the best. He saw every little movement as Tang San and the others took out their Zhuge Crossbows.

Flender was somewhat concerned about this match and couldn't help but ask Yu Xiaogang:

"Xiaogang, can that hidden weapon of Tang San's really kill these Rank 40 soul masters?"

"They're all power-attack types, second only to defense-type soul masters in terms of durability. Their soul skills can't block Tang San's hidden weapons?"

At that moment, Yun Feng interjected calmly:

"They can block them."

"What did you say?"

Flender's eyes widened instantly. Even with his usual composure, he couldn't hide his alarm.

Yun Feng smiled and directly took out Tang San's Zhuge Crossbow, explaining:

"Tang San gave me one for self-defense, so I carefully studied its attack power."

"Generally speaking, the first two soul skills of a power-attack soul master won't be able to withstand its attack. However, from the third soul skill onward, they should be able to deflect it."

"If they use their fourth soul skill, they definitely won't have any issues."

"XIAOGANG!!!"

Hearing Yun Feng's explanation, Flender erupted in fury.

"You… You let them fight in this match? Are you sending them to their deaths?!"

His voice rose sharply, and as his anger surged, his soul power involuntarily fluctuated, causing the entire room to tremble.

Yu Xiaogang glanced at Flender, unmoved, and spoke in his usual measured tone:

"So what if they can block it? That doesn't stop Tang San and the others from winning. Initially, I thought they might have to use all their hidden weapons to secure victory, but now it seems unnecessary."

"Tang San once told me that the essence of hidden weapons lies in the word 'hidden.' Do you think their opponents have any idea how powerful those weapons really are?"

"If you were facing an opponent you clearly believed to be weaker than yourself, would you immediately use a third or fourth soul skill that consumes a large amount of soul power?"

"Of course, this battle strategy isn't something that can be replicated easily. But don't forget—this is the first time Tang San's hidden weapons have appeared in the Grand Spirit Arena."

"If they only use their first or second soul skills, then even a Rank 50 Soul King wouldn't be able to block the Zhuge Crossbows."

"Even a Rank 50 soul master could suffer if they were careless."

Flender's emotions gradually settled, but his heart remained uneasy.

At this moment, he no longer cared about the money they had bet. His only hope was that none of the Shrek Seven Devils would be harmed.

These children were like his own flesh and blood.

More importantly, this was his only chance to turn things around.

At that moment, the host hovering in the air loudly announced:

"Team Spirit Battle: The Shrek Seven Devils challenge the Fiend Team across ranks. Battle… Begin!"

Almost as soon as the last word left the host's mouth, two simultaneous shouts erupted.

On the Fiend Team's side, their captain, the berserk bear spirit master Meng Li, roared:

"TEAR THEM APART!"

On the Shrek Seven Devils' side, Dai Mubai's command was much simpler—just one word:

"FIRE—"

The black boxes, already raised, didn't reflect the bright lights of the Grand Spirit Arena.

As the Fiend Team charged forward, all their members activated their first soul skills, lunging at their opponents like a pack of ravenous wolves.

Their momentum was like a stampeding herd of wild horses.

At that moment, the Fiend Team members heard a strange sound—a metallic clank followed by a sharp hum, like an enraged beehive.

Buzz—

Seven Zhuge Crossbows roared simultaneously.

Each had been preloaded before the match.

A total of 112 crossbow bolts tore through the air.

A swarm of black shadows shot forward like a flurry of stingers.

The Fiend Team's members, all Rank 40 and above, could naturally see the incoming projectiles, but they never expected them to be anything other than soul skills.

What was the berserker fighting style?

It was the strategy of charging through an opponent's attack, no matter how powerful, and fighting recklessly.

Today, the Fiend Team adhered to that strategy as always. They did not hesitate in the face of their opponents' attack; instead, they accelerated their charge, raising their arms to shield their heads and chests.

They barreled forward without hesitation. Close combat had always been their specialty.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!—

A bizarre sequence of sounds echoed through the arena.

The audience, who had been roaring in excitement, collectively fell silent, as if their throats had been slit.

In that eerie stillness, plumes of blood mist erupted like fireworks across the main battle platform.

Even under the forward momentum of their charge, the Fiend Team's members staggered several meters ahead.

It had all happened so fast that they barely had time to react.

Why did it suddenly feel so cold?

Meng Li found it strange—his body didn't seem to be listening to him anymore.

That was his final thought in this world.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!—

A dense barrage of metallic impacts echoed behind them.

On the walls of the battle platform, the jet-black crossbow bolts were embedded in a tight formation.

The Fiend Team's members finally came to a stop.

The blood mist that had blossomed like fireworks… had come from their own bodies.

The stunned silence did not only grip the spectators—Dai Mubai and the others were also frozen in shock.

Even though they already had some understanding of the Zhuge Crossbows.

But now that they had witnessed it firsthand, they were utterly speechless.

The only ones who had anticipated this were Yun Feng and Tang San.

Yet even Tang San's expression twitched slightly.

If his Zhuge Crossbow was already this powerful, then just how monstrous were Yun Feng's firearms, his pistols and sniper rifles?

Meng Li's fierce eyes remained locked forward.

But the bloodthirst in them had been replaced by disbelief and despair.

His towering body collapsed like a toppled pillar.

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