Wang Rui was lost in his own thoughts and hadn't paid attention to Huo Yuqing's situation. When he finally snapped out of it, he was startled by what he saw.
From the first successful fusion, he had already realized that the martial soul fusion skill between him and Huo Yuqing was completely different from the Haodong fusion technique in the original work.
The power of the Emperor Auspicious Beast was far more domineering than Wang Dong's light- and life-oriented abilities. No matter which two attributes were fused, the result would always be an extremely destructive and formidable ability. Because of this, Wang Rui had been cautious about using it.
Back in Jade City, he didn't want to risk accidentally burning the flowers and plants in his own home.
And after coming to Shrek Academy… Given Shrek's traditions, if he accidentally burned the academy's greenery, he'd probably have to pay for it with everything he owned.
It was better to use it in battle—if the competition stage ended up melted into glass, that wouldn't be his problem.
The ability created from the fusion of spiritual attributes and Ultimate Fire would take on the form of Huo Yuqing's future self.
That tranquil blue sea of flames possessed an extraordinarily high temperature, one that Wang Rui, constrained by his human body, was currently incapable of unleashing.
Beyond its terrifying heat, the blue flames, imbued with both spiritual power and Ultimate Fire, carried an even more frightening and eerie effect—it could directly burn spiritual energy and even a person's very soul.
Damn, what was this? Did the Fallen Heart Flame from next door just drop in?No, not entirely. The abilities weren't exactly the same.
Forget it. He might as well call this fused blue fire Heartflame… No, that sounded too plain. How about Bloodline Heartflame instead?
Hmm… Dai Huabin's spiritual power would probably last about thirty seconds before the Heartflame burned through it completely. Once his spiritual power was exhausted, the fire would begin consuming his soul itself.With the fusion, Huo Yuqing's overall attributes were elevated, allowing her to control the entire Heartflame sea freely for attack. In summary, it was a highly versatile skill.
However, Huo Yuqing wasn't attempting to control the ghostly blue fire at the moment. In a rather unexpected turn, she was trying to condense a brand-new form of spiritual attack.
While Wang Rui was still caught up in his internal debate over her gender, Huo Yuqing had entered a state of enlightenment triggered by her sudden surge in power.…
And from the looks of it, she had truly grasped something.
Right now, Huo Yuqing was attempting to shape her spiritual power into a tangible form while simultaneously infusing her emotions into it.
Because of the power fusion, Wang Rui could clearly sense the fury surging within Huo Yuqing's soul. She was forcibly stirring up her own wrath.…
What the hell? Was she creating a technique on the spot? Wang Rui felt like things were getting a little out of hand. Damn it, who was the last person to do something like this mid-battle?
Infusing emotions into spiritual attacks… Wasn't this essentially the foundation of Haodong's Three Ultimate Techniques, the signature skill of the original story's protagonist? Why was it appearing so soon? Wasn't this a little too ahead of schedule?
Wang Rui felt a phantom itch on his nonexistent scalp. If he were in his original form, his fur would probably be standing on end from sheer shock.
Huo Yuqing was recalling the dark and painful memories of her time in the Duke's household. From those shadowy, agonizing recollections, she extracted the purest, most violent fury and fused it into the spiritual attack she was forming.
She wanted to return that anger to Dai Huabin—tenfold.
There was no technique involved, just a crude, brute-force method of stuffing those emotions into the tangible spiritual attack with her temporarily elevated spiritual power.
She hadn't thought much about it—she had simply overheard Tianmeng Iceworm mention that spiritual attacks with form were exponentially stronger than those without, and in her desire to unleash her anger and hatred in this strike, she instinctively infused her emotions into the attack.
However, as she proceeded, she faintly sensed that an even greater power was slowly taking shape—so she continued.
But Wang Rui could tell that she was close to failing.
First, her elevated state was granted by the martial soul fusion technique, meaning her actual understanding was shallow, and her control over the power was crude at best.
Second, her rage wasn't strong enough. She was still too young, had experienced too little, and didn't yet grasp emotions at a profound level.
Third, her memories of the Duke's household weren't purely filled with anger—fear, sorrow, hatred, and fury were all mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.
Creating a technique in the middle of a battle wasn't that easy.
Wang Rui figured she must have instinctively chosen the most violent and aggressive of those emotions—her anger—to fuse into her spiritual attack.
He hesitated. On one hand, he wanted her to fail, so she wouldn't recklessly attempt something like this again. On the other hand, he couldn't bear to see her lose to Dai Huabin.In the end, he decided to give her a hand.
If Huo Yuqing wanted to succeed, she needed more rage—and a little more control.
Wang Rui helped her gather her dissipating spiritual energy, then began recalling his own fifteen thousand years of memories as a Divine Beast, searching for moments of pure, justified wrath.
Fortunately, their fusion allowed emotions to be transmitted directly without any loss.
Wang Rui recalled the human massacres of soul beast tribes for the sake of soul bones. He remembered how high-level soul beasts slaughtered indiscriminately for amusement. He thought of humans who betrayed their soul-bonded partners for profit, of soul beasts who damaged entire forests in pursuit of immortality, of his endless conflicts with the Silver Dragon King and the great beast lords…
This should be enough anger, right?
On the battlefield, a cold, dark-gold glow began to condense in Huo Yuqing's hands. A massive, bizarrely shaped blade, taller than she was, materialized in her grasp.
It was a zhanmadao—a horse-cutting saber with a nearly uniform width between the blade and handle, the latter so long it made up a third of the weapon's total length.
With Wang Rui supplying some of the fury, this tangible fusion of spiritual energy and emotion had been subtly influenced by his thoughts, taking on traces of his own imprint.
The blade existed only in form, lacking true substance, yet it radiated a violent, razor-sharp aura of sheer terror, making it difficult to even look at directly.
At that moment, the Nether White Tiger, which had finally recovered from its shock at the silent sea of flames, raised a claw and swiped toward Huo Yuqing.
The blue silhouette within the infernal fire made no exaggerated movements. She simply raised her weapon—And swung.