92: Chapter 92 Is that broken furnace really that powerful?

Light cyan Soul Power intertwined in the palms of the five members of the Wind-Breaking Team.

In an instant, with the five of them as the center, it transformed into a towering tornado.

The wind column roared as it expanded outward, its edges carrying blade-sharp air currents that shredded the surrounding spreading Devil Vine.

A constant "crackling" sound of snapping echoed.

A burst of exclamation erupted from the spectator stands:

"Good heavens! As expected of Element Academy, they can conjure a fusion skill just like that!"

"What's there to be surprised about? Element Academy is famous for its fusion skills. They only recruit students with elemental Martial Souls specifically for this kind of tacit understanding!"

"It seems the myth of the Eastern Bully is coming to an end. Even their strongest control skill is being suppressed..."

Instructor Li Xin shook her head in the spectator stand and looked at Teacher An Nuolan beside her: "Teacher An, your team is in a precarious situation in this battle. Lu Mengmeng's Devil Vine is being firmly countered by the opponent."

This remark felt like a stone striking Teacher An Nuolan's heart, causing her heart to instantly leap into her throat.

In her view, Lu Mengmeng's control ability was the core of the team; once suppressed, there was almost no chance of winning this match.

As for Instructor Luo Xueqing, she offered no comment on her partner's words.

After all, she didn't know much about the Eastern Bully Squad.

Inside the domain formed by the Devil Vine, Lu Mengmeng's small face turned pale.

The tornado was constantly encroaching on her domain.

Her Soul Power consumption was as rapid as flowing water, and the growth speed of the vines could no longer keep up with the speed at which they were being shredded.

"Boss, what should we do?" She clenched her fists, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Don't panic." Lin Mo pressed down on her shoulder, his tone steady. "It's time for this boss to make a move."

The teammates' gazes fell upon him in unison.

Lin Mo spread his hands, and as his Soul Power surged,

one after another, golden-red alchemy furnaces were condensed, circling and rotating around him like floating stars.

"Telekinetic Soul Control!"

The next moment, he abruptly raised his hand.

Those seven or eight basketball-sized alchemy furnaces whistled through the air, shooting towards the tornado column with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound.

"Art is... Patrick Star! Explode for me!"

With Lin Mo's shout, those alchemy furnaces exploded the instant they made contact with the tornado!

"Boom, boom..."

The golden-red fragments of Soul Power, mixed with scorching air waves, were like stones thrown into a lake, instantly disrupting the rotation trajectory of the wind column.

"Snap—"

The initially condensed tornado showed a trace of disorder, and the wind force at the edges suddenly weakened.

The suppressed Devil Vine seized the opportunity, like a snake smelling blood, and frantically drilled into the gaps of the wind column.

Jiang Che's expression changed: "Not good! Hold steady!"

But the impact of the explosion was far stronger than he had imagined. The connection of the team members' Soul Power suffered a momentary fault, and the power of the tornado immediately weakened.

Just this momentary opening.

A sharp light flashed in Lin Mo's eyes: "Mengmeng, now!"

Lu Mengmeng's gaze sharpened as she poured all her remaining Soul Power into the Devil Vine.

Those vines, like an army receiving orders, broke through the wind column and spread madly inside.

Instantly wrapping around the ankles of the Wind-Breaking Team members.

"Oh no!"

The members of the Wind-Breaking Team exclaimed.

They wanted to break free, but discovered that the vines carried an eerie adhesive force; the more they struggled, the tighter they were bound.

Exclamations erupted from the spectator stands once again.

"Damn, that actually worked!"

"That kid is truly a talent; that broken furnace can even be used as a bomb!"

"Is that broken furnace really that fierce?"

"Damn, this reminds me of the gas tank at home..."

On the stage.

The moment the five members of the Wind-Breaking Team were entangled by the vines, the outcome of the battle was already decided.

They were seen with their ankles entangled by the vines, being slammed against the ground one by one.

Before long, they were slammed into unconsciousness.

Anyone could see that Lu Mengmeng was retaliating for the mockery they had shown when they first came on stage.

"That's enough, Mengmeng, that's about enough. This isn't the wild; we still need to maintain our image."

"Oh, okay..."

Only then did Lu Mengmeng throw the five opponents out of the arena.

The referee's whistle sharply pierced the air.

Announcing the conclusion of this dramatic duel.

"Eastern Bully!"

"Eastern Bully!"

The spectator stands were first deathly silent, then erupted into thunderous cheers.

The audience members who had just asserted that the myth of the Eastern Bully was over were now flushed with red faces, clapping desperately.

And those who had placed bets on the Eastern Bully Squad were so nervous their faces turned red.

After all, due to their reputation, the odds for the Eastern Bully Squad were very low this time.

Who could have imagined that the seemingly inconspicuous broken furnace could become the key to breaking the stalemate?

Teacher An Nuolan let out a long sigh of relief, her clothes on her back already soaked with cold sweat.

She looked at her team on the arena, her heart still pounding wildly.

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but stretch to her ears.

That share of hers earned another fifty million...

"This... this kid's Soul Skill is quite unique."

Instructor Li Xin pulled back her gaze resentfully, the sourness in her tone replaced by amazement.

Just a moment ago she was waiting to see Teacher An Nuolan make a fool of herself, but now she had to admit that there seemed to be a reason why this team was valued by the Dean.

Instructor Luo Xueqing's eyes flashed with deep thought: "Using a furnace as a bomb... This precision of Soul Power control is probably stronger than many third-year students. Teacher An, you've found a treasure."

Teacher An Nuolan smiled from ear to ear.

In a corner of the spectator stands, Lu Jianjie was clapping vigorously, his face flushed red: "Wife, look! Our daughter has the potential of a Great Emperor!"

"Hmm, not bad."

Beside him, Commander Lin Yaqin, dressed in a standard combat uniform, also nodded with a smile, her eyes full of gratification.

"I didn't expect Mengmeng to have awakened such a powerful Soul Skill when we weren't looking."

"I think it's all because Lin Mo taught her well." Lu Jianjie smacked his lips, his tone filled with gratitude.

Thanks to Lin Mo, he finally got rid of the title of "incompetent husband" and became a man who could turn things around.

For him, having felt aggrieved for many years, this was of monumental significance.

A girl wearing the Vermilion Bird Academy uniform nearby curled her lips in disagreement: "Tch... I think it's just that my sister is naturally talented!"

The girl was Lu Mengmeng's older sister.

"How are you talking, child?" Lu Jianjie glared at her crossly.

"Without Lin Mo, your sister might still be like you right now, only able to be a support with no attack power!"

Commander Lin Yaqin also gave her daughter a reproachful look: "Exactly. Don't have this attitude when you see Lin Mo tonight; otherwise, if you really make him unhappy, you'll probably be overshadowed by your sister for the rest of your life."

Lu Yao puffed up her cheeks at being scolded, but didn't retort, just turned to look at her sister's back on the arena.

Her eyes filled with envy.

"Teacher, they are here today too!"

Master Yu Daruan and his Dung Beetle Team had just entered when they saw the Eastern Bully win a match.

Tang Shan couldn't help but have fire in his eyes.

Because after Qin Ran transferred, the Dung Beetle Team added another genius student with an SSS-grade Martial Soul.

In their view, the Dung Beetle Team was only stronger, not weaker.

"It doesn't matter. If you match up with them again, Teacher allows you to expose your second Martial Soul at an opportune time." A trace of ferocity flashed across Master Yu's face.

That last battle was the disgrace of his life as a master.

If he didn't get his revenge, he really couldn't swallow this anger.

"Teacher, look, the match has been generated. The opponent is the Moon Shadow Team, a sophomore student team from the Eastern Martial Soul Academy."

On Instructor Luo Xueqing's side.

"Dung Beetle Team? That top-tier Martial Soul squad!!" The three instructors, An, Luo, and Li, were instantly stunned.

"It couldn't be that coincidental, could it?"