A moment later, the Grand Fighting Arena staff delivered the opponent data for the next match.
As Zhu Zhuqing had worried, the opposing team was already at the full ten members.
With Tang San leading, the group discussed the battle deployment in detail. After more than half an hour, staff members knocked and led them to the arena.
The Shrek Eight Monsters re-donned their iconic masks and walked with heavy steps towards the free combat battlefield.
The free combat battle area was rather unique.
Perhaps because the free combat method itself was already quite brutal, each free combat arena was situated underground.
This suited its shadowy nature.
Perhaps due to the Master's prior request for a fierce team, this time the controlling host, before both teams even entered the arena, already activated their spirit abilities and ascended, distancing themselves from the dangerous battle stage.
As soon as they stepped out of the contestant's tunnel, the Shrek Eight Monsters saw another team, also as usual.
It was a ten-person team with a starkly different style.
Among them, seven members exuded a malevolent aura that, from the moment they stepped out of the tunnel and onto the stage, assaulted the senses. The thick, unbridled ferocity and murky bloodlust caused Ning Rongrong, who had always been carefully nurtured in a hothouse, to falter and nearly retch on the spot.
But she held it in.
She couldn't lose their own team's morale before the match even began.
Oscar and the others also looked grim.
Especially when the opponent's bloodthirsty gaze, tinged with killing intent and amusement, swept over them, it was deeply unsettling.
The remaining two seemed to be randomly matched lone spirit masters; one was hidden within a black robe, the other wore coarse cloth, his eyes clouded and numb, devoid of any hope for life, like disposable tools.
"Crimson Team! Tear them apart! Tear them apart!"
The spectators who would watch such a bloody battle were usually extremists or those looking to make a fortune.
They weren't normal.
Seeing their familiar team pitted against a team that clearly looked like novices, their blood boiled, and they incessantly cheered for their favored team.
Yet, their cheers determined the fate of several other living souls, but their faces showed no remorse, only a pursuit and fervent craving for slaughter.
"Are these people... all mentally unstable?"
Ma Hongjun, usually the one to lighten the mood, couldn't utter a single cheerful word amidst the surrounding clamor. The expression beneath his mask was stiff, his tone strained.
"I... I don't like this atmosphere..."
Even though cheers were directed at them among the general din, Xiao Wu, who usually loved audience support, felt a sense of withdrawal for the first time. Her face pale, she leaned towards Tang Sui, seeking warmth in proximity.
As captain, Dai Mubai bravely led his companions, lining up as they had agreed.
Each of their postures became even clearer to the audience.
When they saw Oscar's legs trembling uncontrollably, the spectators, their faces smeared with excitement, burst into laughter.
"Look! That person's legs are actually shaking!"
"It seems there are a few young girls inside!"
"Hehe! Are these little chicks who haven't even grown their feathers here to be torn to shreds?"
"Hahaha!"
"Get off the stage! You brats!" said Su Dan's novel website.
Malicious voices rained down from all directions in the stands, causing Flander and the others in the team combat viewing room to involuntarily twitch their foreheads and clench their fists.
Flander looked at the children, taking a deep breath, "Xiao Gang, I think..."
"No. This is something they must go through," the Master interrupted, knowing what Flander was about to say, his tone heavy but firm.
Flander could only hold back his breath, looking at the battle stage below with forced patience.
On the battle stage, the Crimson Team, having walked onto the stage with leisurely steps, had already unleashed their spirit abilities and three spirit rings, each person being a Spirit Elder. They roared arrogantly at the audience, showcasing their might, completely disregarding the Shrek Eight Monsters opposite them.
Even after the host's command to start the match, they hadn't stopped their roaring. Their bloodlust intensified, infecting the mood of many spectators, leading to even more people cheering for them hoarsely.
Seeing the Crimson Team immersed in their triumph, Tang San exhaled, lowering his voice to order his companions, who hadn't yet released their spirit abilities:
"Everyone, prepare!"
The Shrek Eight Monsters simultaneously flipped their hands, each retrieving a jet-black Zhuge Divine Crossbow from their soul guiding devices. Silently, they aimed at their opponents who were still showcasing their strength.
"Tear them apart!"
Meanwhile, the Crimson Team finally ceased their boasting. Looking at their opponents, who hadn't even released their spirit abilities and seemed terrified, a sneer appeared on their faces, their lips curving cruelly.
The leader's gaze fixed on the small, delicate girl within the opposing team. He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking audibly, and mouthed a gesture towards Tang Sui.
Tang Sui's blue eyes beneath her mask narrowed. The fingertips gripping the Zhuge Divine Crossbow turned pale from the force. From the moment they entered the arena, the restlessness she had tried to suppress surged to its peak upon seeing the opponent's provocative and mocking gesture, and she could no longer restrain the beast hidden in her heart.
He had said: "Little bitch."
—Intermission—
Arrived a bit late. Slept from night to day, and now it's night again, OMG.
Three more chapters are being worked on, please wait a little longer~
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