Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Special Attention for Xiao Wu
Cloud Palm
Another resounding strike rang out as Dai Mubai unleashed a series of powerful palm strikes, each blow swift and elusive, yet delivering immense force. Every swing sent masked attackers flying or even finished them off without the need for spirit power activation.
Dai Mubai's palm technique flowed like water, shifting between sudden, cloud-like bursts and surges of strength as overwhelming as an ocean wave. His moves created a fluid chain of attacks that left no room for his enemies to counter.
Cloud Palm Fifth Style: Dark Clouds Obscure the Sun
White wings appeared behind Dai Mubai as he used his external spirit bone, taking flight with a movement that seemed to draw power from the heavens. Spirit energy melded with his own, descending like dark clouds as he sent a powerful strike that scattered a dozen masked men, leaving them motionless on the ground.
"Impressive, you've reached the fifth style of the Cloud Palm," Mu Chen praised with a nod.
Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu
Nearby, Ma Hongjun performed hand seals, his spirit power surging as a series of flame orbs resembling phoenix flowers shot from his mouth.
"Oh? Fatty figured out the Phoenix Flower Jutsu!" Mu Chen exclaimed in surprise.
Mu Chen had only taught Ma Hongjun the Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu, yet Ma Hongjun had developed his own variation, resembling the Phoenix Flower Jutsu from the Naruto world. Though a bit unpolished, it showed promise.
Whoosh
Xiao Wu deftly dodged a stray fireball that skimmed past her shoulder, turning to glare at Ma Hongjun, hands on her hips and bunny ears twitching in irritation. "Fatty! Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
Scratching his head in embarrassment, Ma Hongjun stammered, "Xiao Wu, it was an accident! I haven't mastered this self-made technique yet—I swear it was unintentional!"
Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu
Resigned, Ma Hongjun reverted to his Great Fireball Jutsu, sending fiery blasts toward the masked men. His Evil Fire Phoenix spirit allowed his flames to cling and burn upon impact. Although some of the masked men avoided instant death, their face coverings were singed off, exposing their identities.
"The Sky Walker!"
"Tiger of the Earth!"
"King of Crocodiles!"
As the masked attackers' faces were revealed, notable spirit master aliases came to light, recognized instantly by Liu Erlong and the others.
The exposed individuals quickly raised their hands to shield their faces, but it was too late—their identities had been compromised.
"So, it is Spirit Hall," Liu Erlong murmured, her eyes narrowing as seven spirit rings appeared beneath her, a fiery dragon forming in a silhouette behind her.
"Since we've been discovered, there's no point hiding. Summon your spirits and eliminate them," ordered a higher-ranked masked figure.
Swish, swish, swish
At his command, the masked attackers activated their spirits, filling the area with dazzling colors and a formidable energy.
"Quite the spectacle. But I'm not worried." Liu Erlong's tone was fearless as she stepped forward. Just as she was about to engage, Mu Chen gently held her hand, stopping her.
"Mu Chen…?" Liu Erlong looked at him in confusion.
"Let the juniors handle this battle. It's a perfect opportunity for them to test their skills—these past few days of holding back in the tournament must have left them itching for action," Mu Chen said with a smile.
"Very well," Liu Erlong agreed, stepping back.
Wind God Leg
On one side, Zhu Zhuqing's legs moved like a violent storm, her swift, powerful kicks landing with the force of a tempest. Her strikes were so fierce that few spirit masters could withstand even a single blow.
Mystic Skill: Suction Palm
Xiao Wu extended her hand, and with a sudden pull, a terrifying suction force drew a spirit master toward her.
First Spirit Skill: Waist Bow
As the spirit master was dragged to her, Xiao Wu's first spirit ring glowed, enhancing her waist strength and flexibility.
Thud!
With a sharp kick, she sent the unfortunate spirit master crashing against a cliff face, leaving deep cracks in the rock. Xiao Wu's spirit power had reached level seventy, meaning her Waist Bow skill now amplified her waist strength by an additional 60 percent.
The poor spirit master lay motionless, clearly beyond saving.
"Young lady, let me teach you a lesson!" one of Spirit Hall's Soul Sages with seven rings extended his hand, shooting vines toward Xiao Wu.
A control-type spirit master was often a natural adversary to close-combat fighters, and if Xiao Wu couldn't close the distance, she risked defeat.
As the vines neared Xiao Wu, she raised her hand and thrust it forward, releasing a blast of compressed wind.
Mystic Skill: Blowfire Palm
Whoosh!
The wind tore through the air, scattering the vines and sending the Soul Sage skidding backward along the ground.
"…What?"
The Soul Sage, wide-eyed, stared at Xiao Wu in disbelief. "Are… you even human?"
Xiao Wu raised an eyebrow, grinning proudly.
Mu Chen had taught many students the Eight Extremes Collapse, but he had reserved these special techniques, the Suction Palm and Blowfire Palm, exclusively for Xiao Wu. With these, she could draw her opponents close or knock them away at will.
Sixth Spirit Skill: Thousand Serpents Rising
On the other side of the battlefield, Meng Yiran's sixth spirit ring glowed ominously as she activated her unique technique.
Having joined Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect early on, Meng Yiran had trained in the Killing Fields of Slaughter City alongside Mu Chen and the others, giving her spirit power far beyond her years. At only fifteen, she had already reached the rank of Soul Emperor with six spirit rings: yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black.
With a swift motion, Meng Yiran conjured a thousand snake spears, sending them flying toward the Soul Sage who had dared attack Xiao Wu.
The Soul Sage, still stunned from Xiao Wu's attacks, found himself pierced through by countless snake spears, his bod
y riddled with wounds.
Meng Yiran smiled triumphantly. "That's right! We're not human—we're monsters!"