Han Yu Hits a Wall!

Han Yu's eyes lit up. He had not expected to discover such talent at Shrek Academy. With Yuan Gun Gun's gift for increasing his Soul Power by eating, even becoming a Limit Douluo in the future might be something he could eat his way into.

He made up his mind to lure him away.

But now was not the time. This had to be planned carefully.

Seeing Han Yu fall silent, a trace of gloom flashed through Yuan Gun Gun's eyes.

"Trash. What use are you? What can you do besides eat?"

"Exactly. You might as well die sooner. A good-for-nothing glutton like you staying at home will only make the clan poorer and poorer."

Sure enough, everyone hated him, this useless glutton. He could still vaguely remember the way his second uncle looked at him, eyes filled with disgust. Curses rang in his ears one after another, making him lower his head in pain.

"Gun Gun, this talent of yours is very powerful. Here are two thousand Gold Soul Coins. Take them for now. Don't hold yourself back. Strength is what matters most. When you've spent the money, come ask me for more."

Just as Yuan Gun Gun was sinking into dejection, Han Yu's gentle voice rang out, and a money pouch appeared before his eyes.

"Boss..."

The eyes buried beneath Yuan Gun Gun's fat were red, and his voice was a little choked. He had never expected that besides his parents, there would be someone who did not look down on him. Instead, Han Yu even gave him money and told him to eat as much as he could.

"Take it. If you feel bad about it, just pay me back later."

Han Yu waved a hand unconcernedly, then leaped onto the Soul Duel Stage.

"Boss, I'll repay you."

Yuan Gun Gun clenched the money pouch with his fat-covered hand and vowed inwardly.

"Gun Gun, come up. Let me see what you can do."

"Boss, I'm coming."

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Yuan Gun Gun clumsily made his way onto the Competition Stage.

Soon, the distance between the two sides had opened to a hundred meters.

Mu Jin stood in the center of the field, arms stretched out to either side. After confirming that both of them were ready, she suddenly shouted, "Begin!"

Han Yu wanted to see Yuan Gun Gun's strength, so he immediately charged at him at high speed. In the span of a few breaths, he had already crossed fifty meters.

On the other side, Yuan Gun Gun was still releasing his Martial Soul.

Yellow, yellow. Two yellow hundred-year Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

Looking at the two yellow Soul Rings, a trace of pain flashed through Yuan Gun Gun's eyes, as if they had stirred up unpleasant memories.

"Father, I will definitely prove that I'm not trash. I'll make Second Uncle and the others see that he judged the wrong person."

This second Soul Ring had been hunted for him by his father and mother. For it, his father had even lost an arm, and his strength had greatly declined.

When his father, left with only one arm, slowly came before him and smiled as he told him to absorb the Soul Ring, his heart had felt as if knives were twisting through it.

After that, his father and mother had taken out their savings from many years to obtain a recommendation letter from the City Lord for him. Only then had he been able to come to this number one academy, renowned across the continent.

Coming back to his senses, Yuan Gun Gun suddenly let out a loud shout. "Martial Soul Possession!"

The moment his voice fell, an astonishing change appeared. Yuan Gun Gun, who had originally been only around one meter seventy, suddenly grew to two meters fifty, and his body also swelled by a size. At a glance, his diameter was nearly one meter sixty, making him look like a ball of flesh.

Han Yu's fist arrived first, striking Yuan Gun Gun squarely on his thick belly. The smooth surface caved straight inward.

"Heh heh, Boss, it doesn't hurt at all."

Yuan Gun Gun's somewhat simple and honest voice rang out. Then his first Soul Ring lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Partial Expansion Technique!"

Soul Power surged across Yuan Gun Gun's body. Han Yu felt a tremendous pushing force come at him, and the belly that had caved inward instantly bounced him away like a rubber ball.

"Fuck."

Han Yu, who had been sent flying, flipped backward several times, steadied himself, and landed silently.

Seeing Yuan Gun Gun's belly suddenly swell several times larger, he could not help but grumble.

"What a disgusting ability. I can't use illusions right now, and if I only use hand-to-hand combat, I really can't do anything to Gun Gun."

Seeing Han Yu suddenly stop moving, a sly look flashed through Yuan Gun Gun's eyes, and his second Soul Ring shone brightly.

"Second Soul Skill, Meatball Impact!"

As Yuan Gun Gun's voice fell, his head shrank inward, and his limbs followed close behind. In an instant, he turned into a nearly three-meter ball of flesh, perfectly round and smooth.

Boom, boom, boom!

A huge rumbling rang out. That enormous meatball was not slow in the slightest, and it rushed straight toward Han Yu at high speed.

"You shouldn't be called Gun Gun. You should be called Choji!"

Han Yu grumbled, then shifted his body slightly to the left by a few steps and dodged the meatball.

"Boss, don't dodge! Let me hit you once!"

A simple-minded voice came from inside the meatball. Then, at an unbelievable angle, the meatball swapped front and back and changed direction, charging toward Han Yu again.

"Hmph! You think I'm afraid of you?"

Han Yu snorted coldly in his heart. Constantly dodging was no solution, so he immediately circulated his Soul Power and punched toward the meatball.

Pfft!

Han Yu's fist drove in as if meeting no resistance, instantly punching a concave dent into the meatball, sinking directly halfway into it.

"Most of the force was dispersed, and from the looks of it, Gun Gun wasn't hurt." Feeling the cotton-like sensation against his hand, alarm bells rang in Han Yu's heart.

"Partial Expansion Technique!"

That simple-minded voice rang out again.

Bang!

The deeper one sank in, the greater the rebound force. A figure instantly flew backward out of the meatball, finally stopping twenty meters away.

"Fuck, this is way too disgusting." Han Yu, sent flying backward again, felt stifled. Gun Gun was only the second person to make him hit a wall.

"Holy shit, was the fatty always this fierce? He actually sent Boss Han Yu flying." Eyeglasses looked at the fatty showing off his might on the field with a shocked expression.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng were also staring, dumbfounded.

Ning Tian could not help asking, "Feng Mei, if it were you, could you beat classmate Yuan Gun Gun?"

Wu Feng curled her lip disdainfully. "In terms of pure strength, I definitely couldn't beat him, but I think he probably couldn't withstand my flames. He shouldn't be my match."

"If I can't use the Sharingan, there's no way to beat him. Do I really have to use the Tachi? But this is only a spar. It'd be bad if I hurt Gun Gun."

Han Yu thought it over inwardly. His moves were all fairly lethal, so they really were not very suitable for sparring.

"Why not try that?"

Han Yu thought of a skill he had not used in a long time.

"Thunder's Fury, Thunderous Might!"

Empowered by the lightning attribute, Han Yu's body became wrapped in electricity. A great web of lightning instantly shot out, directly enveloping Yuan Gun Gun.

"Accept the baptism of thunder, Gun Gun!"

Han Yu let out a low shout and suddenly moved forward to the meatball's side, the lightning in his hand growing even denser.

Zzzzt, zzzzt, zzzzt!

His large hand struck down fiercely, and lightning instantly surged through Han Yu's hands into the meatball.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out. Yuan Gun Gun, who had transformed into a meatball, instantly returned to his original form. His neat short hair stood on end, his whole body twitched, and black smoke poured from his mouth.

"Boss, I admit defeat."

Yuan Gun Gun raised his short little hands in a gesture of surrender.