Chapter 311: It's broken, I really can't beat it

On the stage.

Tang San fell on his back more than ten meters away, a mouthful of blood dyeing the ground in front of him red.

The backlash of having the true body of the weapon soul crushed was far more serious than he imagined.

The internal organs felt like they had been hit from the inside out with a hammer, and the power in the soul meridians was pouring back crazily.

And the six people standing behind him.

Dai Mubai was the first to be unable to hold on.

He groaned, his knees softened, and he knelt directly on the ring. The spirit ring of the White Tiger Martial Spirit flashed twice violently and then was completely extinguished.

Next is Yu Tianheng.

The electric light of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus dissipated from his body. He clutched his chest, staggered back three steps, and sat down on the ground.

The two brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo fell down almost at the same time. The Xuanwu tortoise shell shattered and they fell face down, without even the strength to turn over.

Oslo's ghost leopard disappeared. He put his hands on the ground and gasped for air. After two breaths, his vision went dark and he fell down.

Finally, there is Oscar.

He was originally an auxiliary soul master and had the weakest constitution.

The backlash from the soul infusion chain knocked him unconscious, his body tilted to the side, and he fell cleanly.

Seven people, all fell.

The arena was quiet for two or three seconds.

Then there was an almost roaring cry from the sidelines.

"How is this possible!"

Yu Xiaogang stood up from the spectator seats, holding on to the railing with both hands, his nails digging into the wood.

His face turned red and his lips were trembling.

Seven-in-one fusion technique.

He spent a whole month researching the tactics.

Pouring all the soul power of the six people into Tang San, combined with the hammer-by-hammer superposition of the weapon soul avatar and the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique, the destructive power of the final blow was enough to threaten a strong person at the Soul Saint level.

This is himThe culmination of Yu Xiaogang's lifelong efforts.

​The result?

Su Bai caught it with both hands.

Then crushed it.

"Impossible...absolutely impossible..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered these words repeatedly, and Flandre next to him pulled him twice but he didn't respond.

Flanders sighed and stopped pulling.

In fact, he had already expected this result.

But he couldn't say this in front of Yu Xiaogang.

On the ring, the referee quickly walked to the Imperial Fighting Team and checked them one by one.

All seven people lost their ability to fight.

Tang San was still conscious, but his soul power meridians were damaged and he couldn't stand up at all. The remaining six people either fainted or collapsed.

The referee took a deep breath and turned to face the audience.

"Emperor Fighting Team, all members have lost their combat effectiveness!"

"Qilin Academy wins this game!"

The sound spread throughout the entire soul fighting arena through the soul guide loudspeaker.

Xiao Wu stood on the ring and counted on her fingers.

"One move? Just one move?"

She turned her head and looked at Zhu Zhuqing on the left, and then looked at Dugu Yan on the right.

"The three of us didn't even move."

Zhu Zhuqing put away the spirit of the Nether Civet Cat and gave a faint "hmm".

Dugu Yan curled his lips: "Come up in vain."

Ning Rongrong held up the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda behind her, with a proud look on her face: "Humph! I have made a great contribution!"

Her eyes seemed to be saying, look, I am the only one who can always assist Brother Bai, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is indeed the strongest auxiliary spirit!

Xue Ke also whispered: "I also used soul skills."

Ye Lingling stood at the back, retracting the Jiuxin Haitang martial spirit without saying a word. She had no chance to make a move from beginning to end, but her expression remained calm.

Su Bai turned around and glanced at the six women.

"Let's go, get down."

"Is it over like this?" Xiao Wu was a little unsatisfied.

"Otherwise you want to stay and practice with those seven lying down?"

"Forget it."

Seven people walked off the stage.

Only then did the audience come back to their senses.

"Holy crap, is this true? Killing the entire Imperial Fighter Team in one move?"

"The true soul of the weapon! The true soul of the Clear Sky Hammer! Just crush it into pieces?"

"What level of monster is this Su Bai? Can a level 69 monster achieve this kind of combat power?"

The sound waves in the entire fighting spirit arena grew louder and louder, almost to the point of overturning the dome.

In the corner of the spectator seats, Hu Liena sat alone in the shadow of the last row.

Her hands were clutching the armrests of the seat, her palms full of sweat.

She saw Tang San's seven-in-one fusion skill.

Six Soul Sect-level soul masters poured all their soul power into a twin martial soul soul master who had the true body of the weapon soul, and then combined with the hammer-by-hammer superposition of the random cloak and hammer technique.

This combination of punches would be an insurmountable barrier for any opponent who was a half-step soul saint.

Su Bai stretched out his hands and took it.

Then crushed it.

Hu Liena closed her eyes.

Her and Xie Yue's martial soul fusion skill "Yao Mei" is indeed the strongest trump card in her hand.

But if the opponent is Su Bai.

The image of Su Bai holding her chin and forcibly kissing her in the alley last night appeared in her mind, and her face instantly felt hot.

It's not a question of whether we can beat him or not.

No matter how you fight, it's meaningless.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

The bet agreed upon in the final was "if you defeat the demon, you will agree to all Su Bai's requests."

But the problem is that this bet itself is the step she has found for herself.

Can't win.

Can't win from the beginning.

Hu Liena buried her face in her hands, not wanting anyone to see her expression at this moment.

She was thinking about what Su Bai said.

"After the finals, you will be mine."

……

Su Bai led the people from Qilin Academy down the ring channel.

Before reaching the rest area, a figure swooped over from the side.

"Dad!"

Bibi Dong was wearing that light pink floral dress and a girl's face transformed into a phantom mask. She rushed into Su Bai's arms like a cannonball, wrapped her arms around his neck, and almost crossed her legs.

"Dad is so powerful! Dong'er saw it! That bad guy hit you with a big hammer and was crushed to pieces by dad's slap!"

Su Bai was knocked back half a step by her and helplessly held her waist.

"Come down first, there are many people outside."

"No!" Bibi Dong buried her head in Su Bai's neck, rubbing against her, "Dong'er wants daddy to hug him!"

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu in the back looked at each other.

Ning Rongrong whispered: "What kind of mentality should you use to view this scene?"

Xiao Wu suppressed a smile: "Just watch it for fun."

Ah Yin walked out of the lounge and saw Bibi Dong hanging on Su Bai. She gently pulled Bibi Dong's sleeve:

"Dong'er, be good, let the master go in first and sit down."

"I don't want it! Dad belongs to Dong'er!"

Ah Yin smiled and said nothing more.

Su Bai simply carried Bibi Dong into the lounge and sat down in the chair.

Bibi Dong took advantage of the situation to sit on his lap and fiddled with the golden unicorn mask she had just held in her hand.

"Dad, tell me, can Dong'er be as powerful as dad when he grows up?"

Su Bai looked down at the transformed girl's face in his arms, thinking that she was actually a ninety-ninth level peerless Douluo.