The main villain in the Douluo world

Chapter 103 The Birth of a Masterpiece of the Century

As three soul rings, disguised by the Phoenix Fire, rose from beneath his feet, a dazzling black light suddenly shone from between Ye Qinghe's eyebrows. The black light then spread instantly, descending from between his eyebrows into his entire body. Wisps of black aura swirled around his body like mist, and in the dim light, everyone seemed to be able to see a pure black giant tiger appearing and disappearing in the black mist.

At the same time, the other members of the Royal Fighting Team also summoned their Martial Souls.

The Shi brothers, Yu Feng, and Ausro have two yellow and one purple soul rings, while Zhu Zhuqing has two yellow ones.

Although it had been decided that Ye Qinghe would be the one to take action, they remained fully prepared and showed no carelessness. Even a lion must go all out to hunt a rabbit; this was the principle Ye Qinghe, as the captain of the Royal Fighting Team, set for his team members.

Therefore, before the competition, Ye Qinghe specially explained to them the martial souls, soul skills, and even Tang San's hidden weapons of the seven useless members of Shrek Academy.

As for the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San will show them himself at that time, in front of Bibi Dong, and then they may no longer belong to him.

Both the Royal Fighting Team and the Shrek Seven Devils Team were ready. Just as DouDou was about to announce the start of the match, Ye Qinghe suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Before the match begins, I have a question for the host."

DouDou paused for a moment, then asked, "Please speak."

"In team battles, can food-type spirit beasts prepare food in advance and distribute it to their teammates before the start of the match?" Ye Qinghe asked the Shrek Seven Wastes with a mocking look.

The seven Shrek Seven Wastes felt a sense of foreboding, their brows furrowing. Dou Dou glanced at them, and considering the powerful background of the Royal Fighting Team, he pondered for a moment before saying, "Although there is no rule against using weapons in the Great Soul Arena, it is against the rules for food-type Soul Masters to prepare food in advance and distribute it to their teammates."

In reality, while the Grand Soul Arena has regulations regarding whether food-type Soul Masters prepare food in advance, it doesn't interfere excessively. More importantly, the Grand Soul Arena focuses on the excitement of the matches and whether they can attract an audience.

Now that Ye Qinghe has asked this question, the Great Soul Arena will naturally no longer turn a blind eye.

Upon hearing DouDou's words, the faces of the Shrek Seven Wastes, Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Zhao Wuji below the stage immediately turned ugly. Oscar had spent most of his soul power making sausages for the seven of them, and now Ye Qinghe had caused such a commotion.

Even if Oscar could deliver the sausages to his teammates in time, he wouldn't have enough soul power to make enough sausages.

It's fair to say that Oscar's role as a food-type Soul Master is basically rendered useless.

This directly led to Shrek being in a disadvantageous situation.

Yu Xiaogang, sitting in the audience, muttered a curse, "Despicable."

"Indeed, they clearly had an absolute advantage, yet they resorted to this tactic of reporting each other; they're simply inhuman." Flander was equally indignant.

Zhao Wuji stared at the two of them, bewildered, thinking to himself, "It seems we're the ones who violated the rules of the competition, aren't we? After all, when a real battle begins, who's going to give you time to make sausages in advance?"

Ye Qinghe looked at the Seven Wastes of Shrek Academy and said, "Is that so? It seems that some people's little schemes are going to fail."

Upon hearing this, DouDou immediately understood what Shrek Academy had done, but without evidence, she couldn't easily search the soul tools of the seven useless members of Shrek Academy. Besides, Shrek Academy was hired by the Great Soul Arena. So she said, "If any food-type soul masters are found to be preparing and distributing food in advance, this Soul Arena will directly judge them as having lost. Captain Blackheart Tiger, do you have any further questions?"

"That's all," Ye Qinghe said.

"start."

At DouDou's command, the battle officially began.

However, none of the Shrek Seven Wastes—Xiao Wu, Yu Tianheng, and Dai Mubai—who were standing at the forefront, dared to step forward. They knew Ye Qinghe's terrifying strength, and if they were not careful and rushed forward rashly, they would likely be wiped out.

Ye Qinghe seemed to see through their thoughts, and took a step forward. Faced with the invisible pressure coming at them, the three swallowed hard and subconsciously took a step back.

Ye Qinghe raised his hand and laughed, "Why keep your distance? Or are you afraid to get close? Any part of my figure could disappear from your sight. If that's the case, then it's completely meaningless, because you still haven't figured out the difference between us. The reason why combat distance is meaningful is only when the opponents are of equal strength."

They naturally wouldn't admit that they were a little scared just now. Yu Tianheng said coldly, "Enough nonsense, come and attack if you have the guts, let's see who's the best."

"Then so be it." Ye Qinghe chuckled and charged towards the Seven Wastes of Shrek Academy. As he rushed forward, his third spirit ring lit up. Without any warning, six purple-black light blades slashed through the waists of the other six, except for Tang San, cutting off the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around them.

Tang San was shocked. Was this Ye Qinghe's third soul skill? Wasn't it supposed to be a large-scale attack that required charging? He had prepared many countermeasures in advance. Unexpectedly, it could achieve the effect of an instant-cast soul skill by reducing the number of light blades.

If that blade of light had cut not the Blue Silver Grass, but rather Liu Fei's waist, I wonder...

A bead of cold sweat dripped down Tang San's forehead; he dared not think any further.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San calmed his lingering fear and began to think of a solution as his cerebellum raced.

At this point, it was too late to wrap the Blue Silver Grass around the waists of the other six cripples. However, he was not afraid. Although Ye Qinghe had defeated Yu Tianheng and Xiao Wu, he was ultimately just one person. To charge at the Shrek Seven Devils all by himself was simply overestimating his abilities.

This suited their purposes perfectly.

"Make your move." Tang San shouted and took the lead. Countless blue silver grass vines on the ground rippled and bound towards Ye Qinghe's location.

Ye Qinghe's lips curled slightly, and he activated the Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art, which was at the fourth level in his body. His figure flashed and disappeared from the original spot. When he reappeared, he was already behind Ma Hongjun and in front of Ning Rongrong and Oscar.

Everyone at Shrek Academy, including Qin Ming who was watching the game from the VIP box, as well as Flander and Zhao Wuji in the audience, was startled by Ye Qinghe's speed. Ning Rongrong and Oscar, in particular, were completely defenseless and turned pale with fright at Ye Qinghe's sudden appearance.

"Take down the two of them first." Ye Qinghe murmured, gathering the Nine Nether Profound Heaven Divine Art in his fists, and struck the two men in the abdomen while trying not to kill them.

At this moment, a masterpiece of the century appeared.

After being punched, Ning Rongrong coughed up a mouthful of blood, then everything went black before she collapsed to the ground. Her posture was strikingly similar to that of Yamcha when he was killed by the Saiyan self-destruction during the Saiyan invasion of Earth in the Dragon Ball world.

Oscar received special treatment. After being punched, just like Vegeta in the Dragon Ball world being hit in the abdomen by Goku's triple Kaioken when he first came to Earth, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of acidic fluid. He clutched his abdomen with both hands, staggered backward, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes, his face contorted in pain.