Tang San: I was actually looked down upon by a pig?

Chapter 10 Tang San: I was actually looked down upon by a pig?

"How about that, I won, right? I knew this round would be lost because of Tang San!"

Shen He chuckled at Dai Mubai, who helplessly took out ten Gold Soul Coins and handed them over to Shen He.

Tang San was held firmly in Zhao Wuji's grasp. No matter how flashy the Blue Silver Pig's footwork was or how slippery its tactics, it had no choice but to admit defeat.

At this moment, just over the time of one incense stick had passed. This already exceeded the time Xiao Wu and the others had managed to hold out against Zhao Wuji together, so logically speaking, it was quite impressive.

However, the Blue Silver Pig had been responsible for most of the output. Tang San not only failed to contribute, but he had also become a liability; otherwise, Zhao Wuji wouldn't have been able to take him down so quickly.

"Oink, oink, oink!"

The Blue Silver Pig glanced at Tang San with disdain, then transformed into a blue light and returned to Tang San's body.

Tang San's body stiffened. He had actually been looked down upon by a pig? And this pig was his own Martial Soul!

"You brat, that broken pig of yours made me lose all face. I'm going to spank your butt hard."

Zhao Wuji slapped Tang San over, then leaped high into the air, making rhythmic "He-ha, he-ha" sounds as he stomped down.

Tang San tried to resist, but there was no way he could withstand Zhao Wuji's brute force, and he cried out in pain as he was stomped on repeatedly.

A quarter of an hour later, Tang San's butt had swollen to the size of a Kardashian's, and only then did a satisfied Zhao Wuji stop.

Afterward, he beckoned toward Shen He and said, "Kid, it's your turn!"

The incense on the ground was replaced. Shen He's expression remained unchanged as he walked slowly to the center of the field.

"A twelve-year-old Quasi Soul Elder, your talent is quite good. Let me see how you fare in combat."

Zhao Wuji took a step forward. He didn't use his Soul Power, instead throwing a straight punch toward Shen He's chest.

However, to his surprise, Shen He didn't use his Soul Power either. He threw out his right fist to meet Zhao Wuji's blow.

"Boom!"

A terrifying shockwave erupted instantly, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhao Wuji's body shook, but he quickly regained his balance.

As for Shen He, he retreated three steps, his face turning pale before flushing red again.

"That felt great!" Shen He laughed.

Zhao Wuji looked at his right hand in disbelief, then looked at Shen He. "Good kid, you really are a Little Monster!"

Although Shen He had come off worse in their exchange, Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint powerhouse with a strength-based attribute, and the gap in their cultivation levels was immense.

However, in terms of pure physical strength alone, Shen He was surprisingly not much weaker than Zhao Wuji. How could this not fill Zhao Wuji with astonishment?

Golden Blood Qi surged like a vast ocean as Shen He summoned his Sacred Body Martial Soul to possess him, instantly feeling his own strength surge once more.

Following this, the First Soul Ring on his body lit up. With a shift of his feet, he struck out with a palm toward Zhao Wuji's chest.

"I'd like to see just how much strength you really have, kid!"

Zhao Wuji's First Soul Ring flared as he activated his Immovable Ming King Body, standing his ground to take Shen He's palm strike head-on.

Yet, to his surprise, Shen He's palm felt light and airy, seemingly lacking any real force.

"Kid, what kind of trick are you playing?!"

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to ask, he suddenly felt an inexplicable force erupt within his body, causing his internal organs to tremble.

Shen He's First Soul Skill, Hidden Strength!

Through this First Soul Skill, he could accumulate force within an opponent's body during combat and trigger it to explode at a specific moment, dealing a heavy blow to his foe.

Although it was only a First Soul Skill, the explosive power of Hidden Strength was truly astonishing, capable of inflicting fatal injuries.

Moreover, because it bypassed defenses from within the body, unless one possessed a body cast from iron and stone, it was impossible to defend against this move from Shen He.

Injuries to the internal organs were no minor matter. Zhao Wuji's face turned pale, his burly frame staggered backward repeatedly, and even the circulation of his soul power stalled for a brief moment.

Shen He did not miss this opportunity. Stomping the ground, he moved like a bolt of lightning, closing the distance to Zhao Wuji.

The Second Soul Ring on his body flashed. He grabbed Zhao Wuji's arms and pulled, unleashing a series of heavy, powerful cannon punches into his ribs and abdomen.

To Zhao Wuji, every one of Shen He's punches felt like a perfect work of art, precisely controlling the contraction and relaxation of every muscle in his body to exert maximum force.

This power was not only immense but accurate, specifically targeting his vital points and weak spots.

The pain stirred Zhao Wuji's ferocity. His eyes turned red, and his Fifth Soul Ring lit up.

Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Compression!

However, the Gravity Compression that had always been effective seemed to lose its impact on Shen He, even causing the force of his punches to increase.

The Sacred Body's Second Soul Skill, Transforming Strength!

Shen He's Second Soul Skill not only allowed for perfect control over his own power but also maximized the efficiency of his force usage.

This meant that he could exert the greatest combat power with the least amount of stamina consumption during a fight.

Its most prominent feature was that while the Second Soul Skill was active, Shen He ignored any reactionary force. All vibrations and rebounding power were directly absorbed by him and converted into his own strength to be struck back out.

If it were a Beast Soul Master with a powerful physique like Zhao Wuji, it might be manageable, but if it were an Agile Attack System or Control System Soul Master, once caught by him, they would be comboed to death.

Zhao Wuji found himself in exactly this predicament. He wanted to counterattack, but every time he tried to block, Shen He's heavy punches would smash through his defenses.

Whenever he tried to create some distance, Shen He would pin him down, refusing to let him move.

"Holy crap, is Shen He actually that insane? He's suppressing Teacher Zhao?" Dai Mubai's mouth twitched as he spoke in disbelief.

Xiao Wu and the others were also staring with wide eyes. Zhao Wuji, who had just put the three of them through hell, was now completely unable to fight back against Shen He.

Only Tang San, still sprawled on the ground with his backside swollen higher than a mountain, felt a flash of resentment in his eyes as he stared unwillingly at Shen He, who was still raining down heavy blows.

"Kid, are you done yet? Stop it, damn it!"

Suddenly, the seventh soul ring on Zhao Wuji's body lit up, and a black radiance instantly covered his skin.

His body swelled up as if it were being inflated. In the blink of an eye, he stood over five meters tall, his muscles expanding to an exaggerated degree.

Brownish-yellow fur sprouted all over his body; he looked as if he had truly transformed into a Great Strength Vajra Bear.

As he unleashed his Martial Soul True Body, Shen He was instantly sent flying back by the terrifying surge of soul power.

However, a voice suddenly drifted over from not far away: "Old Zhao, what do you think you're doing? Using your Martial Soul True Body against a few kids? Aren't you ashamed?"

Flender walked over from the distance with Great Master Yu, both of them looking rather displeased.

Zhao Wuji stood there blankly for a moment before scratching his head in embarrassment and retracting his martial soul.

"Good kid, you've really got some skills. This doesn't count; I'll have to spar with you properly next time!"

He then turned to Flender with a hint of excitement: "Dean, our Shrek Academy has gained a whole group of little monsters this time!"

However, Zhao Wuji soon noticed that Flender's face was twitching.

"What's the point of recruiting a bunch of little monsters when the academy is gone? It's all gone!!!" Flender wailed loudly.

"Stop spouting nonsense, you old Cat Eagle! If those things get out, I'll risk my life to settle this with you!" Great Master Yu shouted at the top of his lungs.

Great Master Yu, having been thoroughly screwed over by Flender, began to argue with him.

Looking at this line of narration, a wicked smile appeared on Shen He's face.