Tang San: I Can't Believe I Was Looked Down on by a Pig?

Tang San: I Can't Believe I Was Looked Down on by a Pig?

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

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

Tang San had been completely outmatched by Zhao Wuji. No matter how flashy Blue Silver Pig's movements were or how slippery its methods, it could only obediently admit defeat.

Only a single incense stick's worth of time had passed, yet it had already exceeded the time Xiao Wu and the others had managed to hold off Zhao Wuji together. By rights, that was already quite impressive.

However, Blue Silver Pig had been responsible for most of the offense. Tang San had not only failed to contribute, but had even become a weakness. Otherwise, Zhao Wuji would not have been able to take him down so quickly.

"Grunt, grunt, grunt!"

Blue Silver Pig cast Tang San a contemptuous glance before turning into a streak of blue light and returning to Tang San's body.

Tang San's body stiffened. He had actually been looked down on by a pig? And this pig was his own martial soul!

"Brat, that lousy pig of yours made me lose all my face. I'm going to give your butt a good beating."

Zhao Wuji slapped Tang San to the ground, then leaped high into the air. As he stomped on him, he began making rhythmic "heh-ha, heh-ha" sounds.

Tang San wanted to resist, but how could he possibly withstand Zhao Wuji's brute force? He could only cry out repeatedly as he was stomped.

After a quarter of an hour, Tang San's butt had swollen to the size of Kardashian's. Only then did Zhao Wuji stop, thoroughly satisfied.

Then he crooked a finger toward Shen He and said, "Brat, you're next!"

The incense stick on the ground was replaced with a new one. Shen He's expression did not change much as he slowly walked to the center of the arena.

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

Zhao Wuji took a step forward. Without using Soul Power, he directly punched toward Shen He's chest.

To his surprise, Shen He did not use Soul Power either. He likewise threw out his right fist, meeting Zhao Wuji's punch head-on.

"Boom!"

A terrifying shockwave erupted instantly, sending dust billowing into the sky.

Zhao Wuji's body shook, but he quickly steadied himself.

Shen He, on the other hand, staggered back three steps. His face turned pale before quickly regaining its healthy flush.

"That was satisfying!" Shen He laughed heartily.

Zhao Wuji looked incredulously at his own right hand, then at Shen He. "You're quite something, brat. You really are a Little Monster!"

Although Shen He had suffered in their exchange, Zhao Wuji was a powerful Soul Sage with a strength-based attribute. The difference between their cultivation levels was enormous.

Yet in terms of physical strength alone, Shen He was actually not much weaker than Zhao Wuji. How could that not astonish him?

Golden Blood Qi surged like an ocean as Shen He summoned the Sacred Body Martial Soul to possess him. He immediately felt his strength increase once again.

Then the First Soul Ring on his body lit up. He pivoted and struck his palm toward Zhao Wuji's chest.

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

Zhao Wuji's First Soul Ring lit up, and Immovable Ming King Body activated. He stood where he was and took Shen He's palm strike head-on.

However, contrary to his expectations, Shen He's palm felt light and floating, as if it contained no force at all.

"Brat, what the hell are you doing—huh?!"

Zhao Wuji was about to ask when he suddenly felt an inexplicable force erupt inside his body, violently shaking his internal organs.

Shen He's First Soul Skill, Hidden Strength!

Through this First Soul Skill, he could store his strength inside an enemy's body while fighting, then unleash it at a specific moment, inflicting a heavy blow on his opponent.

Although it was only a First Soul Skill, the explosive power of Hidden Strength was astonishing. It could deal fatal damage to an opponent.

Moreover, because it broke through from inside the body, unless one's body had been forged from iron and stone, there was no way to defend against this move.

Injuries to the internal organs were no ordinary wounds. Zhao Wuji's face paled as his imposing body staggered backward, and even the circulation of his Soul Power halted for an instant.

Shen He did not miss the opportunity. He stomped on the ground and shot forward like thunder and lightning, closing in on Zhao Wuji.

The Second Soul Ring on his body shone brightly. He seized Zhao Wuji's arms and yanked them, then unleashed a set of forceful cannon punches against his ribs and lower abdomen.

From Zhao Wuji's perspective, every one of Shen He's punches was like a perfect work of art. He precisely controlled the contraction and relaxation of every muscle in his body, thereby releasing the greatest possible force.

This strength was not only powerful but also accurate, specifically targeting Zhao Wuji's vital points and weak spots.

Pain drove the ferocity out of Zhao Wuji. His eyes reddened, and his Fifth Soul Ring lit up.

Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Compression!

Yet the usually unstoppable Gravity Compression seemed to have lost its effect on Shen He. It even made the force behind his punches grow stronger.

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

Shen He's Second Soul Skill not only allowed him perfect control over his own strength, but also maximized the efficiency with which he used it.

This meant that in battle, he could expend the least amount of stamina while unleashing the greatest combat power.

Its most prominent characteristic was that while the Second Soul Skill was active, Shen He ignored all backlash. All vibrations and rebounding forces were directly swallowed and transformed into power he could use.

Against a Beast Martial Soul master with a powerful physique like Zhao Wuji, this was still manageable. But if it were an Agile Attack System or Control System master, once Shen He caught them, he could pummel them to death without giving them a chance to escape.

Zhao Wuji had fallen into precisely that predicament. He wanted to counterattack, but every attempt to block was smashed aside by Shen He's heavy punches.

Yet whenever he tried to widen the distance, Shen He would restrain him and prevent him from moving.

"What the hell? Shen He is way too fierce! He's actually suppressing Teacher Zhao?" Dai Mubai said incredulously, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Xiao Wu and the others were also staring wide-eyed. Zhao Wuji, who had given the three of them such a hard time moments ago, was actually unable to fight back against Shen He.

Only Tang San, still sprawled on the ground with his butt swollen higher than a mountain, had a trace of resentment flash through his eyes as he unwillingly watched Shen He continue throwing vicious punches.

"Brat, are you done yet? Stop for me!"

Suddenly, the Seventh Soul Ring on Zhao Wuji's body lit up, and black light instantly covered his entire body.

His body swelled like a balloon. In the blink of an eye, he stood more than five meters tall, and his muscles expanded grotesquely.

Brownish-yellow fur covered his body, making him look as if he had truly transformed into a Great Strength Vajra Bear.

With Martial Soul Avatar activated, Shen He was immediately blasted away by the terrifying surge of Soul Power.

However, a voice came from not far away. "Old Zhao, what are you doing? You're using Martial Soul Avatar against a few children? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Flender walked over from a distance with Great Master Yu. Both their expressions looked somewhat unpleasant.

Zhao Wuji stood there in a daze for a moment before awkwardly scratching his head and withdrawing his martial soul.

"Not bad, brat. You really have some ability. This one doesn't count. Next time, I'm going to have a proper spar with you!"

Then he said excitedly to Flender, "Dean, our Shrek Academy has gained a whole group of Little Monsters this time!"

However, Zhao Wuji soon noticed that Flender's old face seemed to be twitching.

"What use is recruiting a bunch of Little Monsters? The academy is already gone—all of it's gone!!!" Flender began wailing loudly.

"Stop spouting nonsense here, you old Cat Eagle. If that stuff gets out, I'll fight you to the death!" Great Master Yu also shouted at the top of his lungs.

[Because Great Master Yu had been thoroughly screwed over by Flender, he began arguing with Flender.]

Looking at this line of narration, Shen He revealed a mischievous smile.