Beating the Crap Out of Ma Hongjun

"This..."

Hearing Qi Lin's words, hesitation flashed across Flender's face.

Don't misunderstand—he was no longer worried about Qi Lin. He was worried about his direct disciple, Ma Hongjun.

When it came to geniuses...

No, when it came to a true monster, they could never be judged by common sense.

He knew far too little about Qi Lin. Although he knew Qi Lin was only a Support Spirit Master, after seeing the confidence and composure revealed in Qi Lin's tone, he no longer regarded him as an ordinary Support Type Spirit Master.

Of course, aside from his own speculation, there was another reason.

That was, after Qi Lin agreed to it himself, Xiao Wu—who had clearly cared greatly about him earlier—did not show the slightest hint of panic.

Clearly, Xiao Wu was also utterly confident in Qi Lin's strength!

Unfortunately, before Flender could continue speaking, Ma Hongjun impatiently spoke up.

"Ha, you said it yourself. If I beat you until you cry later, don't blame me for hitting too hard."

Ma Hongjun seemed afraid that Qi Lin would regret it, and also worried that Flender might intervene, so he appeared extremely eager.

Yet when Flender saw this, all he could do was sigh in disappointment.

So be it. It was time to let Fatty suffer a little!

Hopefully, this would teach him a lesson!

"Fine. Since Qi Lin has agreed, Fatty, have a Battle Soul with him."

"Remember, stop at the right point!"

Flender's expression was complicated. Those words did not apply only to Ma Hongjun, but to Qi Lin as well.

However, his words had fallen on deaf ears. Ma Hongjun had no intention of paying attention.

He merely rubbed his fists together, his face filled with fighting spirit.

"Don't worry, Dean. I'll leave Teacher Qi some dignity and won't embarrass him too badly!"

Flender let out a long sigh and raised a hand to pat his forehead.

Fatty was beyond saving!

The others all had different thoughts as they watched.

The other Shrek teachers were more inclined to watch the show.

As shrewd people, their thoughts were largely similar to Flender's.

Still, they did not imagine Qi Lin to be too outrageous.

After all, no matter how many trump cards he had hidden, he was ultimately just a Support Type Spirit Master.

Dai Mubai, meanwhile, wore a wicked smile as he watched quietly from the side, as though he had already seen Qi Lin's defeat.

Oscar frowned slightly, vaguely sensing that something was off.

Zhu Zhuqing nudged Xiao Wu's shoulder, only to find Xiao Wu watching Ma Hongjun with a look of gloating amusement. There was not the slightest trace of worry on her face.

At the same time, Qi Lin and Ma Hongjun had already walked to the center of the training ground and faced each other.

Looking at Qi Lin's tall, upright figure, handsome face, and clean, refreshing aura, then comparing him to his own short and fat appearance, Ma Hongjun could not help but feel a surge of jealousy.

"Pretty boy, just because you're so damn handsome, let's see how I deal with you!"

Ma Hongjun muttered under his breath before shouting, "Phoenix, Possession!"

Upon hearing the word "Phoenix," Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, who did not know the full story, both sharpened their gazes.

After all, the Phoenix Spirit was one of the most powerful Beast Spirits.

They had not expected this little fatty to have awakened such a top-tier Martial Soul. He really was hiding his talents!

But in the next second, when they saw Ma Hongjun undergo Martial Soul Possession—his hair lengthening into a mohawk while his hands turned into chicken claws—their expressions immediately became hard to suppress.

This was a Phoenix Spirit?

Was he here to be funny?

On the other side, Qi Lin looked at Ma Hongjun, who had already undergone Martial Soul Possession, yet did not even release his own Martial Soul.

Was this little fatty worthy of making him release it?

Qi Lin crooked a finger at him. Though his face showed no disdain, that attitude and gesture alone were more than Ma Hongjun could endure for even a moment.

"Damn it, I've never seen anyone this arrogant in my life!"

Even the others felt the same.

Qi Lin was a support-type Spirit Master. What gave him the right to act so arrogantly in front of Ma Hongjun?

"Let's see how I teach you a lesson!"

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

Ma Hongjun shouted low, and the first spirit ring around him suddenly lit up.

The next second, he opened his mouth wide, and a mass of purplish-red flames immediately shot toward Qi Lin.

But at the very instant he made his move, Qi Lin vanished from where he stood like an afterimage.

The purplish-red flames missed completely, scorching a black trail across the ground.

Ma Hongjun reacted at once, his pupils suddenly contracting.

In his field of vision, he could only barely catch Qi Lin's afterimage.

But by the time he reacted, Qi Lin had already arrived in front of him and drove a fist straight at his face.

Bang!

The next second, Ma Hongjun let out a miserable cry.

His body flew several yards away like a ball after taking Qi Lin's punch, carving a long gash across the ground.

"This speed, this strength... are we sure Qi Lin isn't an Assault Type Soul Ancestor?"

Everyone stared in shock. Hardly anyone cared about Ma Hongjun's condition at the moment.

Meanwhile, Ma Hongjun climbed up from the ground, his head still ringing.

But when he finally regained his senses, Qi Lin's smiling face filled his vision.

Ma Hongjun's heart skipped a beat. His cheeks puffed up as he prepared to spit out another Phoenix Fire Line.

But before he could release his spirit skill, Qi Lin—still smiling—grabbed his long Mohawk with one hand and swung the other hard.

That slap cracked through the air with a sonic boom.

Ma Hongjun's cheek instantly flushed with blood and visibly swelled at a rapid pace.

"Is that it?"

"Is that it?"

"And you dare call yourself a monster?"

As he spoke, he wildly alternated slaps left and right, his hands moving so fast they left afterimages.

Ma Hongjun's face had completely swollen into a pig's head.

His already lecherous-looking features were now utterly unrecognizable. Both eyes had been squeezed into narrow slits, barely revealing the dazed, confused look in his completely rattled gaze.

"Fatty, if you want to pick a fight, you need enough strength to back it up!"

Qi Lin stopped, shook out his arm, and said calmly.

Then he grabbed Ma Hongjun by his Mohawk and tossed him into the air. His legs tensed, and he sprang upward, stomping down on Ma Hongjun's chest.

Boom!

The next second, Ma Hongjun's fat body crashed into the ground like a cannonball.

Spiderweb-like cracks immediately spread beneath him.

Qi Lin then landed from the air. Under Ma Hongjun's horrified gaze, he planted a foot less than ten centimeters from his head.

In an instant, Qi Lin's stomp shattered the ground, sending rubble flying past Ma Hongjun's cheeks. It frightened him so badly that he did not dare breathe, and a sudden warm stream leaked from his lower body.

This terrifying scene left everyone present except Xiao Wu frozen in stunned silence.

Everyone stared at Qi Lin as though he were a monster, waiting for an explanation.

How the hell was this a Support Spirit Master?

Who was he trying to fool?