Ning Tian, seemingly a descendant of the Qiankun Asking Love Valley, had achieved her wish and left her bloodline for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The main issue was her direct gender reassignment, which was just ridiculous. She chose Huo Yuhao at the Sea God's Fate Tournament, hoping he would marry into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, but Huo Yuhao didn't take her seriously at all.
It's really hard to understand what's wrong with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; every generation seems to be dominated by women. The only one Su Yu remember is Ning Fengzhi, one of the few outstanding men in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!
This bizarre situation of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School is truly unbelievable. Thinking about it carefully, Su Yu couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
After all, even siblings in Douluo Continent could… well, let's stop here, better not mention it…
Su Yu couldn't understand why there would be someone whose soul power reached level 30 before the age of twelve. This was clearly illogical. He didn't know if the author was trying to create atmosphere or what, but the subsequent episodes were increasingly bizarre. So far in this life, he think it's not really make sense.
"Class 1, Wang Dong, Level 24, Attack-type Soul Master."
"Class 1, Su Yu, Level 20, Control-type Soul Master."
"Class 1, Huo Yuhao, Level 16, Control-type Soul Master."
Level 16? Wu Feng frowned, clearly not believing how such a team could possibly make it into the top 32, especially Huo Yuhao, whose soul power was only level 16. Such strength was obviously too weak.
Feeling Wu Feng's contemptuous gaze, Su Yu turned and glanced at Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong. The three exchanged glances and nodded to each other.
"The match begins."
Wang Dong as always still becoming the starting lineup. With a leap, the Goddess of Light Butterfly bloomed, directly rushing towards Wu Feng on the opposite side. The blue-gold butterfly wings suddenly stretched out, as dazzling and beautiful as real butterfly wings.
Wu Feng on the opposite side was not idle either. He directly used his Martial Soul, the Red Dragon Martial Soul, which directly tore through his clothes, revealing the close-fitting leather jacket underneath. The leather jacket was obviously specially made, probably from the same manufacturer as Hulk's shorts.
'Damn it, clothes keep ripping off! Author, do you have some kind of weird fetish for clothes ripping off? Who do you think you are, ripping off all your clothes like that? If you're so capable, ripping them all off...'
Fine dragon scales extended down his neck, eventually covering his entire body. I really don't understand why a red dragon martial soul is considered a top-tier martial soul. Are top-tier martial souls just everywhere?
Su Yu genuinely couldn't figure it out. Author, do you have some misunderstanding of the word "top-tier"?
Clearly, Wu Feng's martial soul wasn't as top-tier as the author claimed. Compared to Bei Bei, its aura and the sheer shock it gave Su Yu were completely different.
It was on a completely different level from Bei Bei, and in some ways, the red dragon martial soul was still far behind Wang Dong's Goddess of Light Butterfly.
Watching the two still locked in combat, Huo Yuhao released his shared mental detection. Huo Yuhao remained at the back, quietly providing amplification for everyone.
Su Yu looked at Ning Tian, who was at the back. If he could take down Ning Tian in this match, the fight would probably be much easier.
After all, Ning Tian's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's amplification was extremely considerable. So far, aside from Oscar, very few martial souls in the world could rival the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in terms of amplification.
"A speed-attack type is really bold. Do you think your speed can be your advantage?"
Su Yu's martial soul appeared, and the three figures were reflected in the mirror again. A purple aura appeared in Su Yu's eyes.
Bang!
A hand glowing white collided with Nanmen Yun'er's palms. The two separated instantly. Speed-attack types are most afraid of prolonged combat; once tied down, their advantages are completely useless.
"Seven Treasures emerge with glazed tiles, the first being speed."
A delicate and magnificent pagoda appeared in Ning Tian's palm. The first spirit ring on the pagoda lit up, and two beams of light emanated from it, landing on Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er respectively.
With two beams of light illuminating them, their speed increased again, but thanks to Huo Yuhao's shared mental detection, they remained under control and avoided any chaotic situations.
However, Huo Yuhao's methods were essentially ineffective against Ning Tian. It seemed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda possessed a certain degree of immunity to mental attributes.
Su Yu had also experimented with this theory. During a sparring session, Su Yu had Huo Yuhao challenge his mental sea. Although Su Yu didn't fully withstand the attack, he wasn't rendered incapable of fighting. Clearly, some weapon spirits possess a certain degree of immunity to mental attributes.
"Wang Dong, Yuhao, deal with Wu Feng first. Leave Nanmen Yun'er to me!"
As the core of the team's tactical command, Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao had always trusted Su Yu's judgment implicitly.
From the round-robin tournament until now, Nanmen Yun'er was the fastest agility-type battle spirit master Su Yu had ever seen.
If it weren't for Huo Yuhao's support, the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques, and his own seemingly useless but actually extremely useful first soul skill,
he probably wouldn't have been a match for Nanmen Yun'er.
Without a word, Wang Dong charged directly between Nanmen Yun'er and Wu Feng, with Su Yu following closely behind, using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to directly confront Nanmen Yun'er.
In an instant, the battlefield was divided into two areas, with Su Yu and Wang Dong as the dividing line, their battle remaining intense.
After several attacks failed to gain an advantage, Nanmen Yun'er's first soul ring lit up, and a bright green light emanated from her hands. A faint emerald light could be seen extending from her palms to her arms, resembling Wang Dong's Winged Guillotine, but clearly lacking in power.
Wu Feng, who was fighting Wang Dong, suddenly froze, then was directly blasted away by Wang Dong's Guillotine.
"Seven Treasures have names, the second is 'Dispel'."
Another beam of light fell on Wu Feng, and her previously dazed eyes returned to normal. She quickly steadied herself as she was sent flying backward, finally landing steadily on the ground.
Damn, does she have a built-in purification skill with no cooldown?
Seeing Wu Feng return to normal, Su Yu knew that as long as Ning Tian was still there, Huo Yuhao could only provide support and couldn't launch any offensive attacks.
Unless Huo Yuhao reached the second ring level, his current mental attacks would be completely ineffective against Ning Tian.
"Then I'm sorry, let's see how many people your protector Wu Feng can protect?"
On the other side of the battlefield, the battle between Wang Dong and Wu Feng was still undecided, but after repeated exchanges, Nanmen Yun'er hadn't anticipated that her attack methods had already begun to show weaknesses in Su Yu's eyes over time.
Everything has its own rules. Nanmen Yun'er's only advantage is speed. In terms of attack power, she is still somewhat inferior to Wu Feng. Even now, Su Yu doesn't need to find weaknesses in her attacks to fight her head-on.
Seeing Nanmen Yun'er's first soul skill getting closer and closer, Su Yu retreated rapidly, but he still couldn't keep up with her attack.
Just when everyone thought this attack would surely decide the outcome, Su Yu made a surprising move. His Mirror Martial Soul appeared in front of him; he was actually going to use his own Martial Soul to block the attack.
Su Yu's Mirror Martial Soul wasn't a defensive one to begin with, and Nanmen Yun'er's sure-win attack could very well severely damage Su Yu's Martial Soul!
Bang!
The Mirror Martial Soul wasn't a defensive one like Xu Sanshi's. Even if Su Yu was confident he could avoid the attack, Nanmen Yun'er would definitely use this opportunity to attack Huo Yuhao, sending their biggest support and reinforcements out of the arena.
If that happened, unless a miracle occurred, their chances of turning the tide were practically zero!
Fine fragments flew out; the difference in strength was ultimately insurmountable. Under Nanmen Yun'er's soul skill, Su Yu's Mirror Martial Soul shattered in two on the spot—one half intact, the other shattered into countless fragments.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Su Yu was sent flying by the recoil, crashing heavily not far from Huo Yuhao.
"Su Yu!"
"Su Yu!"
Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong cried out in unison, anxiously looking at Su Yu lying on the ground.
"Yun'er, don't hesitate, continue attacking the one behind you who's at the first ring." Ning Tian's voice came from behind Nanmen Yun'er. With such a significant advantage, how could they possibly give up?