At the referee's command, the tension that had been stretched to its limit finally snapped.
At the center of the arena, Wang Qiuer—who had stood motionless until now—suddenly moved.
The heterochromatic light in her eyes flared with terrifying sharpness, and a savage aura, ancient and desolate, surged violently from her body.
She didn't hold back in the slightest.
Martial Soul possession erupted instantly.
A low yet awe-inspiring dragon's roar echoed across the entire venue. Behind her, a phantom of a colossal golden dragon—its scales dense and radiant, its presence overwhelming—flashed into existence before vanishing once more.
At the same time, faint golden patterns spread across Wang Qiuer's skin. Her arms, in particular, tightened visibly as her muscle lines became sharply defined.
Golden Dragon Martial Soul.
Six spirit rings rose in orderly fashion beneath her feet—two yellow, two purple, and two black—circling her body as her cultivation was revealed without concealment.
Six Rings. Soul Emperor.
Combined with the sacred yet tyrannical aura unique to a golden dragon, an oppressive pressure instantly swept across the entire arena.
As the audience clearly saw those six spirit rings and felt that terrifying presence, shock washed over the venue once more.
For most people, this was their first time witnessing Wang Qiuer in battle. No one had expected that the Sun Moon Royal Team—already feared for Liu Yuan and the Hongchen siblings—was hiding yet another monster: a young woman wielding a top-tier dragon-type Martial Soul.
The pressure of the golden dragon bore down heavily on all Soul Masters present.
Those who possessed dragon-type Martial Souls themselves felt it most clearly.
In Shrek's resting area, Bei Bei's face went pale in an instant.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon within him trembled instinctively the moment Wang Qiuer completed Martial Soul possession. It was a suppression born from the depths of bloodline rank, so intense that even the flow of his spirit power felt sluggish.
"This… what kind of dragon Martial Soul is that?" Bei Bei muttered, gripping the armrest tightly. "To make my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon feel fear…"
His heart churned violently.
Meanwhile, Liu Yuan sat calmly in the Sun Moon Team's resting area, watching the golden figure on the arena. A faint smile curved at the corner of his lips.
He wasn't worried in the slightest.
He was simply enjoying the sight.
"Show them well, Qiuer," Liu Yuan murmured.
"Let them see exactly where those so-called Shrek geniuses truly stand."
On the arena, the battle erupted in full.
After a brief moment of shock, the seven members of the Tiancheng Team forcibly steadied themselves and moved in unison.
Two power-attack Soul Emperors roared and charged from the left and right, while the remaining five Soul Kings in the rear began activating long-range spirit tools and spirit abilities to suppress her.
But Wang Qiuer was far faster than they anticipated.
The first, second, and sixth spirit rings beneath her feet lit up simultaneously.
First Spirit Ability: Golden Dragon Body.
Second Spirit Ability: Dragon Gold Edge.
Sixth Spirit Ability: Pride of the Golden Dragon.
Three terrifying enhancement effects overlapped in an instant.
Her physical strength skyrocketed, her power surging to an utterly shocking level.
Reaching out with her right hand, she grasped at the void.
A long spear of pure gold appeared out of thin air—its spearhead shaped like a ferocious dragon's head, radiating boundless majesty.
The Golden Dragon Spear.
Without any wasted movement, Wang Qiuer tapped the ground lightly with her toes. Her body transformed into a streak of golden light, surging straight toward the three approaching opponents.
Facing their encirclement, she held the spear in one hand, twisted her waist, and swept it outward.
The golden dragon spear carved a perfect arc of light through the air.
The three opponents hurriedly activated defensive spirit abilities, but before that overwhelming force, their protective layers shattered like paper.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three dull impacts rang out almost simultaneously.
The three Soul Masters didn't even have time to cry out before they were sent flying. Their bodies crossed hundreds of meters, slammed into the arena's defensive barrier, and slid limply to the ground outside the field.
In a single exchange, three contestants were eliminated outright.
The remaining four froze in place, staring at Wang Qiuer as if they were looking at a monster.
This level of brute, overwhelming power completely shattered their understanding of Soul Master combat.
"Attack together! Don't let her get close!" the Tiancheng Team captain shouted desperately.
Abandoning all coordination, the remaining four unleashed every spirit ability and spirit tool they had toward the center of the arena.
In an instant, torrents of spirit power and blazing beams from soul tools flooded the area around Wang Qiuer.
She didn't retreat.
Standing at the heart of the storm, the fifth spirit ring beneath her feet flared with dazzling black light.
Fifth Spirit Ability: Golden Dragon Roar!
Wang Qiuer opened her mouth and let out a thunderous roar.
A colossal golden dragon formed from pure spirit power surged outward. The tyrannical shockwave obliterated the incoming attacks and slammed directly into the four remaining contestants, forcing them back and plunging their minds into brief blankness.
Wang Qiuer didn't give them a single breath to recover.
Her figure flickered across the arena.
One spear thrust.
Two spear strikes.
Three spear sweeps.
Each movement of the golden dragon spear instantly stripped an opponent of their combat capability.
When the final strike landed, the last member of the Tiancheng Team crashed heavily to the ground, unconscious.
From start to finish, less than a minute had passed.
Wang Qiuer completed the most brutal and efficient one-versus-seven sweep of the tournament so far.
The entire venue fell into stunned silence—followed by an eruption of cheers far louder than those that had greeted Shrek's victory moments earlier.
This overwhelming display made everyone truly realize the terrifying foundation of the Sun Moon Royal Team.
On Shrek's side, Xuan Zi's face darkened until it seemed ready to drip water.
He stared fixedly at Wang Qiuer, unease rising from deep within his heart.
"When did the Sun Moon Team acquire a monster like this…?" he muttered hoarsely.
Shrek's progress over the past few years had seemed impressive—but reality had just delivered a brutal slap to the face.
Bei Bei remained seated, emotions tangled beyond description.
He watched Wang Qiuer step down from the arena, then looked toward Liu Yuan—who had never even stood up.
"This Wang Qiuer is already this strong," Bei Bei said, clenching his fists, his voice hoarse, "yet she's still willing to let Liu Yuan be the captain."
"What does that mean?"
"It means Liu Yuan is even stronger than her—strong enough that even such a monster willingly submits."
An indescribable sense of frustration spread through Shrek's camp.
If someone beneath Liu Yuan was already this terrifying, then when they truly faced the Sun Moon Team in the Eastern District finals or the round-robin stage…
How were they supposed to fight at all?