One Against Seven

The middle-aged man gave Meng Li a long look. This time, Meng Li kept his word. Once he had counted the money, he let them leave.

"Come on, brothers. Tonight's food is settled." Once they had left, Meng Li tossed the money to Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin hurriedly caught it.

Twenty thousand at a time. What Tang Wulin admired most was still Meng Li's ability to make money.

The onlookers also returned to their respective teams.

From the stands, Meng Li saw Ye Xinglan, Xu Lizhi, and a group of others—the ones he had fleeced earlier—walking up.

"See them?" Tang Wulin pointed toward the stands.

"I see them.

"They should be from Shrek Academy." Xu Lizhi, Ye Xinglan, and their group were generally much shorter than the seven people opposite them. Meng Li made his judgment.

"What should we do? We can't afford to offend Shrek Academy." Tang Wulin was a little worried.

"What the hell are you afraid of? We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I was the one who fleeced them earlier—it has nothing to do with you." Meng Li curled his lip, unconcerned.

At the referee's command, the match onstage officially began.

Xu Lizhi was the first to make a move. Two yellow soul rings lit up, and in Meng Li's view, six buns appeared in the little fatty's hands. He tossed them to his teammates.

"A Food System Soul Master? Was the previous Tianhai Grand Competition's champion team on the other side stupid? The best time to attack is obviously when they're eating buns. They should definitely target that support with the seven-story pagoda first." Meng Li watched Shrek Academy battle the previous Tianhai Grand Competition champions, put himself in their shoes, and found that the people up there were terribly weak.

"...

"Brother Meng, people are watching beside us!" Tang Wulin reminded him. Following Meng Li's logic would be a completely dishonorable way of fighting.

"Uh, right. I'll watch myself."

The previous youth division champions onstage had three four-ring Soul Masters and four three-ring Soul Masters.

On Shrek Academy's side, only three people's soul rings could be seen: one two-ring, one three-ring, and one four-ring.

Only a minute had passed, yet the match was already over. The entire previous Tianhai Grand Competition youth division championship team lay on the ground.

Meng Li could not help raising a middle finger in his heart at the Skysea Alliance's championship team. They had utterly disgraced the Skysea Alliance.

That evening, everyone used the money Meng Li had earned to enjoy a good meal. On the way back, in a place that people rarely passed through, Tang Wulin spotted seven people approaching them.

"Brother Meng, that woman you fleeced during the day brought her companions over," Tang Wulin warned.

Very quickly, they were surrounded.

Meng Li remained calm throughout. Today's match had given him a rough measure of Shrek Academy's students.

"Give me my money back!" Ye Xinglan glared furiously at Meng Li.

"So you're planning to extort me? I'm calling the police." Meng Li put on a righteous air, as though he had done nothing wrong.

"Uninvolved parties, leave immediately!"

Wu Changkong had left early. He knew Meng Li's strength better than anyone. Being shameless was only the surface; underneath, he was not only shameless but also powerful. His departure was good for both Meng Li and himself.

"Kid, I advise you to return Xinglan's money. Otherwise, you'll end up just like those people onstage today," said the person who had single-handedly defeated the previous Tianhai Grand Competition champions.

"Let's be reasonable. What you're doing is robbery." Meng Li looked like he feared no trouble and was ready to call the police.

"I don't know who gave you the courage to dare swindle Xinglan.

"You all move aside. I'm going to teach these shameless people a lesson." The man stared at Meng Li, Xie Xie, Gu Yue, and Tang Wulin, clearly intending to take on all four by himself.

In his eyes, no matter how he looked at it, Meng Li's side had little chance of winning.

The other six Shrek students widened the encirclement around Meng Li's group of four.

"You don't seem worried at all that my student will injure that young man?"

At this moment, two people stood before a pane of glass. One wore white robes as pristine as snow, with long hair flowing freely. It was Wu Changkong.

The other was a woman who looked around twenty-six or twenty-seven. She was extraordinarily beautiful, with strange white hair cascading behind her. She wore a Dark Green tracksuit, and in her Dark Green eyes, the auras of life and destruction flashed alternately.

Her white hair complemented Wu Changkong's white robes, making the two look remarkably harmonious together.

"Not worried." Wu Changkong smiled lightly.

"So confident?" the white-haired woman asked.

"He's a bastard!" Wu Changkong's expression remained calm.

"Calling your own student a bastard? Looking at everything he did before, that description is indeed fitting!" The white-haired woman froze for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Back on Meng Li's side.

As Meng Li spoke, his body moved first. Behind him, the Sacred Winged Angel Martial Soul slowly spread its wings, while the golden spear in his hand pointed at the Shrek Academy man.

"Second Soul Skill: Judgment!"

"Look into my eyes and accept Heaven's judgment!" Meng Li chanted, making eye contact with the Shrek Academy man.

The man's body, just about to summon his Martial Soul, suddenly stiffened.

High in the sky, a massive golden sword cleaved down toward the man, yet he still stood motionless.

"Senior Brother, dodge!"

What kind of Martial Soul was this? The Shrek students were all stunned, their hearts pounding as they rushed toward their senior brother.

Meng Li smiled faintly. The giant sword descended rapidly. He was not like those idiots who waited for their opponents to fully stack their buffs before attacking.

Never leaving the enemy even a sliver of hope was the secret to living a long life.

The giant sword struck the Shrek Academy youth. There was no imagined scene of blood and gore, and the Shrek Academy students could not help slowing down. So it was only a false alarm.

Behind Meng Li's Martial Soul, the phantom of a thunder dragon emerged. A huge bolt of lightning crashed down, instantly scorching the Shrek Academy youth black. He looked just like the previous Tianhai Grand Competition champion who had been defeated earlier—if anything, even worse.

Before the shameless Meng Li, who had been playing the pig to eat the tiger, a level-forty Soul Ancestor was instantly defeated for underestimating his opponent! "What a strange soul skill. What exactly is this Martial Soul that has never appeared before?" In private room number seven, the white-haired woman could not help exclaiming.

"This Martial Soul has both control and the ability to copy Martial Souls!"

"I told you there was nothing to worry about." Mm, once you understand Meng Li, you'll also find that this soul skill can nullify control effects, Wu Changkong added silently.

"You've taken in a fine student. At his age, he can already defeat a four-ring Soul Master—and one of Shrek Academy's outstanding outer court students at that.

"But can he handle the anger of the remaining six students?"

"Brother Meng, amazing!" Xie Xie was thrilled. Shrek Academy's people were nothing special after all.

On this side, Gu Yue exchanged a glance with Meng Li. Her body shone with a cyan light as she swiftly moved closer to him, while countless droplets of water appeared out of thin air around the other six Shrek students.

"Thunder's Might!"

Meng Li's Soul Power transformed into countless electric snakes, slowly expanding and forming lightning arrows that flashed explosively in the air. They densely interwove into a net of thunder, covering the enemy and trapping the remaining six Shrek Academy students.

Heavenly lightning descended. The droplets infused with Soul Power conducted electricity, and the Shrek students' hearts jolted in alarm as they hurriedly dodged.

"The power of that lightning is so strong—it's more than twice as powerful as Senior Brother's lightning! It seems we've provoked someone we shouldn't have." The girl with the seven-story pagoda-shaped Martial Soul began to regret it.

Who exactly is he? The thought had barely surfaced in Ye Xinglan's mind when the chain reaction of lightning struck her, knocking her unconscious. The other five were not much better. The oppressive force of the thunder did not spare them.

From beginning to end, Meng Li stood where he was. These favored children of heaven had their former pride shattered by thunder. What an enormous gap—seven people had lost without even getting close to their opponent.

"Well? Do you still want the money?" Meng Li asked with a smile.