Behind the Dragon Serpent Wielder's shield, the Demon Monarch of Bewitching Eyes waved his dark green robe, and countless dark green branches surged towards Xu Yucheng like a tidal wave.
At the critical moment, Wu Siduo appeared like a Gui Mei on Qian Mo's flank, bringing her hands together and chopping downwards.
Hell Decapitation!
A silver spatial vortex surrounded Qian Mo, firmly restraining his movements.
Yang Nianxia's dark golden giant palm followed closely, and the Green Scaled Serpent Poison also gradually spread.
"Hmph!"
Qian Mo let out a heavy cold snort, his figure trembled slightly, and a powerful sound field spread out, directly shattering the spatial vortex that bound him.
Qian Mo glanced sideways. Wu Siduo's movements, as fast as a Gui Mei, were no different from a crawling turtle in his eyes.
He tilted his body slightly, and the Hell Decapitation brushed past the tip of his nose. At the same time, his leg moved like lightning, delivering a whip kick to Wu Siduo's lower abdomen.
This immense force almost made Wu Siduo vomit her breakfast. Her entire body flew backward, hitting the sparring arena's protective shield before slowly sliding down.
On the other side, the Dragon Serpent Wielder clenched his right fist, and golden dragon scales that Tang Wulin found very familiar appeared one by one. Immediately after, he threw a punch, colliding squarely with Yang Nianxia's palm.
"Crack!"
A sound of bone breaking came from Yang Nianxia's right arm. Yang Nianxia let out a muffled groan, and his body also fell backward.
"Hmm?"
While Wu Siduo and Yang Nianxia attracted Qian Mo's attention, Xu Yucheng was saved by Luo Guixing using spatial teleportation.
Xu Xiaoyan, watching from below the stage, swallowed hard and said disbelievingly, "What kind of Spirit Ability is this? Is this a creation similar to a puppet? Does the Angel Martial Soul have this kind of Spirit Ability?"
"Clearly, Qian Mo is a twin spirits Spirit Master!" Tang Wulin murmured.
"If we went up, could we break through these two puppets?" Xu Xiaoyan said with a bitter smile.
"We couldn't break through," Ye Xinglan said slowly, crossing her arms, "A Mo's puppets are no weaker than a four-ring Spirit Ancestor."
"What kind of Spirit Ability is this, exactly? It's too bizarre!" On the stage, Yang Nianxia climbed up from the ground, clutching his broken right arm, enduring the pain with sweat pouring down his face as he voiced the same question.
In a flash, he not only withstood the attacks of the five of them but also made them suffer a great loss. This was completely beyond their expectations.
Luo Guixing's eyes were solemn as he said in a deep voice, "Don't rush in head-on. First, let Zheng Yiran spread the Green Scaled Serpent Poison to slowly wear down his condition. Wu Siduo, you then use the Hell White Tiger for a sure kill."
"Alright," Wu Siduo said coldly, staring at Qian Mo without blinking. The dull ache in her lower abdomen told her that this person's strength was so formidable that she would need to use her Self Spirit Fusion Skill.
Looking at the increasingly approaching misty green gas, Qian Mo saw through Luo Guixing and the others' strategy at a glance. The corners of his mouth curved slightly. Did they really think he would allow the Green Scaled Serpent Poison to spread across the entire field without any hindrance?
Luo Guixing looked at the unmoving Qian Mo, and a sudden bad premonition rose in his heart. Why was he so indifferent?
Suddenly, Wu Siduo's two cat ears twitched. As she turned around abruptly, a figure in black darted out from the shadows in the back row. The scythe he wielded in his hand made him seem like the Grim Reaper harvesting lives.
The figure in black swung down his scythe. Under Zheng Yiran's disbelieving gaze, the scythe steadily brushed past her neck, leaving a thin trail of blood at her throat.
Afterwards, having dealt with Zheng Yiran, the figure in black showed no intention of engaging with Wu Siduo and the others. He vanished into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.
The figure in black was so fast and his burst so powerful that even Wu Siduo, who barely managed to sense a trace of his presence, couldn't react in time, let alone the others. Even if Luo Guixing used spatial teleportation to save someone, it would have been futile.
"Zheng Yiran, off the stage." Wu Changkong announced coldly, causing a series of gasps from the students below the stage.
Zheng Yiran clenched her fists, her face full of unwillingness, but she could only step down. Because just now, if they weren't on the battlefield, she would already be dead.
"Too fast! When did he appear there?" Xie Xie exclaimed in surprise. As an agility-attack system Spirit Master, he was very clear about the horror of that strike.
Tang Wulin's expression was also heavy. None of the students present had detected the presence of that puppet.
Extreme burst, extreme concealment. This was Qian Mo's fifth puppet, the assassin hidden in the shadows, the Death Reaper.
"Having such an existence hidden on the stage definitely puts far greater pressure on Luo Guixing and the others than the other two puppets," Xu Xiaoyan said.
"Defense system, control system, agility-attack system. Qian Mo is practically an army by himself," Tang Wulin whispered.
"This... is one of A Mo's strengths," Ye Xinglan said softly, watching Qian Mo intently.
Turning his head again, Tang Wulin found Xie Xie lowering his head, deep in thought. He called out softly, "Xie Xie, what's wrong?"
Xie Xie raised his head, his eyes flickering, and said in a deep voice, "Boss, you know, isn't this the true essence of agility-attack?"
"Hiding in the dark, waiting like a hunting wolf for you to reveal an opening, and then delivering a fatal blow is far more threatening to the enemy than relying on speed to maneuver openly," Ya Li sighed.
"I didn't expect that although Qian Mo isn't an agility-attack system Spirit Master, his understanding of the agility-attack system is so unique," Shen Yi said with interest.
Wu Changkong commented coldly, "Compared to speed, the agility-attack system puppet under Qian Mo clearly focuses more on concealing its presence and figure, and on instantaneous bursts. This is a very perfect assassin."
Ya Li nodded. "Indeed, letting Qian Mo come to the outer court was the right choice. Look, didn't he just provide an inspiration for the academy's agility-attack system Spirit Masters?"
"As expected of Saint Spirit Your Majesty, Your Majesty's foresight is truly remarkable, and Your knowledge is extraordinary," Shen Yi flattered.
On the stage, Wu Siduo and the others were defending tightly. Luo Guixing looked around, clenching his teeth, but still found nothing.
If they couldn't find the Death Reaper, there would always be a Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, preventing them from going all out.
Seeing Luo Guixing and the others standing still and vigilantly watching their surroundings, Qian Mo waved provocatively at them and said indifferently, "Aren't you coming? Then I'll make the first move!"
With a wave, the Evil Eye Tyrant Spirit Soul slowly floated out from Qian Mo's body.
Qian Mo gave the Evil Eye Tyrant a look and said indifferently, "Go!"
"Hehehehe!" The Evil Eye Tyrant let out a villainous laugh, and then slowly merged into the body of the Demon Monarch of Bewitching Eyes puppet.
"Hehehehe!" The next moment, the Demon Monarch of Bewitching Eyes's eyes merged into a single eye, and red light flickered within it, making it incredibly evil.
Countless dark green branches extended from beneath his robe. Purplish-red lines resembling meridians appeared on them, and a pupil at the tip of one branch suddenly opened.