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Chapter 152 Late Again
"Huh? What does that mean, brother?!"
The man shouted blankly. He had just heard a series of incomprehensible words—"Imperial Jade Liquor," "small hammer," "crutch," and the like—and was completely bewildered.
"Brother, please don't do this! We've never stolen that Imperial Jade Liquor! Please, have mercy and give us a straight answer! Please don't break my leg with that little hammer!"
The man pleaded in terror, his voice trembling.
After listening to the man's nonsense, Wu Heyi felt a sudden headache and several black lines appeared on his forehead.
Although this guy couldn't match the code at all, his imagination was just too wild. He actually managed to piece together these completely unrelated words into a complete sentence!
Upon confirming that the other party was not a time traveler, Wu Heyi couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
He had originally hoped to find other transmigrators in this world besides himself and Tang San, so that they could exchange experiences and insights.
Who knew that in the end it would all be for nothing? Not only did he fail to find like-minded people, but he also became a laughing stock in the eyes of others.
Wu Heyi, who had hoped to find some fun during this opportunity, now felt utterly bored.
He shook his head helplessly, waved at the man and woman, and said impatiently:
"Alright, alright, you two get out of here! And don't ever do this kind of petty theft again!"
The man and woman, as if granted a pardon, nodded hurriedly in agreement, then quickly got up from the ground and ran away as fast as they could, as if afraid that Wu Heyi might suddenly change his mind and chase after them.
In the blink of an eye, their figures disappeared into the distance, vanishing without a trace.
"Such a wondrous world, we should meet again in the future!" Wu Heyi murmured to himself, gazing at the two figures gradually disappearing into the distance.
However, if the two people who had just left could have heard his seemingly casual words, they would probably have been inwardly groaning with misery:
"Brother, please spare us! We never want to see you again in our lives!"
After all, for those two, their encounter with Wu Heyi was by no means a pleasant experience.
Wu Heyi had finished his little prank and was now satisfied, thinking he had to hurry back to the arena.
After all this commotion, time is of the essence; the official competition is just around the corner!
Sure enough, just as people often say, what you fear most is what happens, and Wu Heyi once again encountered an unexpected situation.
The trip, which was originally going smoothly, suddenly took an unexpected turn.
Meanwhile, the final match had begun. Both teams' players took their positions, ready for battle.
In particular, the Shrek Seven Devils, led by Tang San, had made full preparations long ago and were ready to launch a full-scale attack at the first command.
Looking at Mi'er's side, she was still standing on the sidelines with her five little brothers, anxiously waiting for Wu Heyi to appear, just like in the morning.
Having learned from the experience of the morning, everyone knew that this guy always liked to pull off unexpected tricks, and he might just make a stunning appearance in a way that would leave everyone speechless.
Even the referee in charge of officiating this competition seems to have learned something about Wu Heyi's unpredictable style.
So this time, he simply stopped foolishly waiting for Wu Heyi to arrive as scheduled. Instead, he estimated that just as the match was about to begin, that guy would suddenly appear from mid-air, just like before.
Just then, as the referee raised his flag, about to announce the start of the match, a familiar shout suddenly came from the tunnel in the direction of the Tian Dou team's entrance.
"Don't rush, just wait a moment. Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm late!"
Wu He came running, shouting loudly and panting heavily.
In the blink of an eye, he leaped onto the arena like a bolt of lightning and stood firmly between the two teams.
At this moment, Wu Heyi spread his arms out to the left and right like a roc spreading its wings, as if he wanted to stop a fierce battle that was about to break out.
However, the scene before us is truly quite unbelievable.
Compared to his dashing and handsome appearance in the morning, he was now completely different, exuding a strong sense of comicality.
Wu Heyi didn't care about anything else. He quickly took out a bottle of water from his pocket, tilted his head back and gulped it down, then rinsed his mouth vigorously.
After this process, the throat, which had been parched to the point of almost burning, finally received some moisture and relief.
"Dear friends, I'm so sorry! I encountered a small problem just now, which caused the delay. Please forgive me!"
Wu Heyi gave a slightly embarrassed smile, scratched his head, and slowly walked towards his team.
Seeing his appearance, everyone present was stunned and speechless for a moment, not knowing how to react.
If Dai Mubai and the others hadn't already spent several days with Wu Heyi and knew his character well, they would probably have considered his lateness to be an extremely rude and serious offense.
Just then, the referee turned his attention to the two teams that were now fully in position, and then gave a slight nod to Pope Bibidon, who was sitting on the high platform, indicating that the match could officially begin.
Bibi Dong stood gracefully on that towering spot, her exquisite face revealing a hint of majesty, her piercing gaze sweeping over the crowd below.
Suddenly, she parted her lips slightly and said softly:
"One point needs to be added to the rules: using soul skills against spectators outside the arena is absolutely prohibited!"
Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned, and their faces showed astonishment.
However, after a little thought, everyone suddenly realized.
It turns out that this rule was clearly designed for Wu Miaomiao, since some of her soul skills are extremely threatening to those watching from the sidelines.
"Alright, since no one has any objections, the competition shall now officially begin!"
Seeing that no one objected to the new rules she had just announced, Bibi Dong decisively took on the role of referee in this fierce competition.
As Bibi Dong gave a crisp command, the 14 contestants on the field moved almost simultaneously.
Their swift movements and seamless teamwork are truly admirable.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing flashed forward, moving swiftly to the back of the team's formation like two bolts of lightning.
At this moment, the one at the forefront of the team, acting as the meat shield, was none other than the powerful Tang San.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing stood facing each other, exchanged a glance, and then, as if by unspoken agreement, simultaneously stretched out their hands and clasped them tightly together.
Immediately afterwards, the powerful soul energy within them was mobilized continuously, like a surging tide.
Just then, Wu Heyi, with his sharp eyes, suddenly shouted loudly:
"Oh no! They're about to use their Spirit Fusion Technique right at the start! We need to find a way to stop them!"
Clearly, Wu Heyi was well aware of the power of the opponent's Martial Soul Fusion Technique. If it were successfully unleashed, his side would likely find itself in an extremely passive situation.
The jaw-dropping two-in-one martial soul fusion skill was followed by the even more shocking three-in-one martial soul fusion skill, but the most perverted and disgusting of all was the seven-in-one martial soul fusion skill! It was simply taking disgust to the extreme!
It has to be said that this kind of spirit fusion skill with the protagonist's halo is really too powerful. Its effect is far more significant than that of ordinary spirit fusion skills. They are worlds apart!
Before Wu Heyi and the others could react, the two opponents had already successfully completed their Martial Soul Fusion Technique.
In an instant, a powerful tiger with white and purple markings suddenly appeared directly in front of the Shrek team.
Most astonishingly, this tiger also had a pair of enormous wings growing from its back. The phrase "like a tiger with wings" was originally just an adjective, but at this moment it truly became a reality!
When the two are successfully fused, both the martial soul itself and the effects of its attached soul skills are greatly enhanced.
The intimidating power emanating from that Netherworld White Tiger was already comparable to that of a soul beast with 80,000 to 90,000 years of cultivation.
If the basic soul power of these two people were stronger, then the Netherworld White Tiger formed by their fusion would probably be able to at least rival a 100,000-year-old soul beast!