Immovable Ming King? I think it's Broken Bone Ming King!

Zhao Wuji moved.

As a ruthless individual who once broke through a siege by sixteen bishops of the Martial Soul Hall, he understood the principle that even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit. Even though the youth before him was only twelve years old, and even though the six Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings seemed like a dream.

"Third Soul Skill, Gravity Boost!"

Zhao Wuji let out a low roar, and the yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly blazed.

The air seemed to instantly solidify like cement.

A terrifying Gravity Field, centered on him, squeezed madly towards Qian Mo. The ground beneath his feet groaned under the unbearable pressure, the soil sank, and gravel shattered. The nearby parents and students, even those merely brushed by the aftermath, felt a tightness in their chests, as if a giant rock had been pressed down, their legs weakening and collapsing to the ground.

Tang San tightly gripped the tree trunk beside him, his Purple Demon Eye operating at its peak, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

This was Zhao Wuji's renowned ultimate skill! In such a gravitational environment, the opponent's speed would be weakened by at least thirty percent, while Zhao Wuji himself would be in his element.

However.

Qian Mo, at the center of the Gravity Storm, didn't even blink.

He even raised his hand and gently tidied Zhu Zhuqing's bangs, which had been messed up by the air current, and casually pinched her cheek.

"It's a bit windy, your hairstyle is all messed up," Qian Mo said in a gentle tone, as if he were facing a gentle afternoon breeze, not the full pressure of a Soul Saint.

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply.

Ineffective?!

How could this be! Even if you were a Titled Douluo, you should react to gravity control, shouldn't you? Even if your clothes just wrinkled a little!

"Kid, who do you think you're looking down on!" Zhao Wuji felt immensely insulted, anger surged within him, and the fifth Soul Ring on his body lit up instantly.

A black Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

"Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Squeeze!"

If the previous attack was like carrying a bag of rice, this one was like hydraulic presses squeezing from all directions.

Zhao Wuji's palms turned a brilliant gold, the Great Strength Vajra Palm ready to strike. He moved like a bulldozer, carrying an overwhelming momentum, and slammed heavily towards Qian Mo's chest.

"Get down!"

This palm strike was enough to crush the skull of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast.

Qian Mo still didn't move.

He didn't dodge, didn't activate any Soul Skills, and didn't even adopt a defensive posture after his Martial Soul Avatar.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smirk on his lips, letting the golden giant palms, capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones, land squarely on his chest.

Tang San closed his eyes, unable to bear watching the scene of flesh and blood flying.

"Bang!"

A dull, heavy thud.

Immediately after.

"Crack--!"

A crisp bone-cracking sound drilled clearly into everyone's ears.

Tang San's eyes snapped open.

The scene he had expected, of Qian Mo spitting blood and flying backward, did not appear.

On the contrary.

The one who flew backward was Zhao Wuji.

"Roar--!!!"

An extremely piercing scream tore through the sky.

Zhao Wuji's rugged face was now twisted into a mess, his features contorting. His right wrist was bent at a bizarre ninety-degree angle, bone fragments piercing through the skin, blood gushing out.

He flew like a baseball hit for a home run, tracing a beautiful parabola through the air, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, before crashing violently into a wooden building a hundred meters away.

"Boom!"

Dust billowed.

That was Shrek Academy's only canteen.

At this moment, it had completely collapsed.

Silence fell over the entire scene.

Only the sound of the wind whistling through the ruins.

Qian Mo patted the non-existent dust off his chest and sighed, "Teacher Zhao, this massage intensity is okay, but the technique isn't great. Remember to trim your nails next time."

What kind of monster is this?!

He took a Great Strength Vajra Palm from a Soul Saint with his bare body, not only unharmed but also breaking the opponent's bones?!

This was the passive ability granted by the Golden-Eyed White Tiger Torso Bone – Indestructible Golden Body, combined with the Auspicious Beast Counterattack from the Auspicious Beast Qilin Skull.

As long as the attack power did not exceed Qian Mo's tolerance limit, the damage would be returned exactly as it was, or even doubled.

"Old Zhao!"

In the sky, Flender's eyes were about to split open.

He and Zhao Wuji were old brothers of many years. Seeing his brother crippled, the dean, always known for his stinginess, was completely enraged.

"How dare you injure my brother! No matter who you are, you will pay the price!"

"Martial Soul True Body—Cat Owl!"

Flender let out a sharp eagle cry, his body rapidly expanding in the air, transforming into a giant cat owl with a wingspan of over ten meters.

Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!

This was the strongest state of a Soul Saint, with all attributes greatly boosted.

Flender flapped his wings, his speed like lightning. He appeared almost instantaneously behind Qian Mo's head.

His sharp claws flashed with a cold, eerie light, aiming straight for the back of Qian Mo's neck.

This was his combat wisdom.

Since your frontal defense is invincible, attack when unprepared!

"Be careful!" Zhu Zhuqing instinctively wanted to make a move but was held down by Qian Mo's shoulder.

Qian Mo didn't even turn his head.

He didn't even look at the sky.

He simply raised his right hand gently and made a grasping motion towards the void.

"Too slow."

Weng--!

An invisible golden force field instantly spread out.

Flender felt as if he had slammed into an invisible wall of sighs at full speed.

"Thud!"

A muffled sound.

Flender's massive Cat Owl True Body abruptly stopped in mid-air. His entire face was flattened, blood gushing from his nose, and stars dancing before his eyes.

Before he could even react.

A golden giant hand, condensed from pure soul power, appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the Cat Owl's huge left wing.

It was like grabbing a struggling little chick.

"Come down."

Qian Mo flipped his wrist.

The giant cat owl was violently slammed onto the ground, the earth trembling fiercely, and dirt splashing up three meters high.

"It's not over yet."

Qian Mo's expression was blank. He raised his palm again and brought it down.

Raise, then lower.

Flender was like a rag doll, held by the wing by that Golden Giant Hand, repeatedly smashed onto the ground.

Once to the left, once to the right.

Extremely rhythmic.

With each impact, the ground would tremble thrice.

The surrounding students and parents were already scared silly, scrambling away with their heads in their hands, afraid of being killed by the terrifying aftershocks.

"This is... this is a level 78 Soul Saint?"

Tang San stared blankly at Flender, who was being smashed into a human-shaped pit on the ground, his worldview shattered into powder.

He activated his Purple Demon Eye, trying to analyze Qian Mo's soul power trajectory, trying to find even a sliver of a flaw.

But all he saw was a vast ocean.

Unfathomable.

That sense of Despair made the hand holding his hidden weapon tremble.

They were not on the same dimension.

This wasn't a fight.

This was an adult disciplining a disobedient brat.

"Bang!"

The final heavy blow.

Flender lay in the deep pit, eyes rolling, tongue hanging out, limbs twitching. His Martial Soul True Body was forcibly dispelled, reverting him back to that middle-aged uncle wearing glasses.

Except now his glasses were shattered into pieces, and that cunning merchant's face was swollen like a pig's head.

The battle ended.

It hadn't even been half a cup of tea's time.

Two Soul Saints, one with a broken bone, one unconscious.

And Qian Mo, not even the hem of his platinum robe was out of place.

He slowly walked to the front of the ruins, looking down at these two once arrogant "Monster Teachers."

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Wuji crawled out of the canteen ruins, clutching his broken wrist, his face pale, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

He lost.

He lost completely.

He couldn't even break the opponent's defense, what was the point of fighting!

"Is this Shrek's hospitality?" Qian Mo looked down, his voice cold.

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, about to say something tough.

But he saw Qian Mo tap his fingertip.

Two soft, milky white light orbs floated out, landing on him and Flender respectively.

[Auspicious Healing].

The next second.

A tingling sensation came from Zhao Wuji's broken wrist, and his twisted bones automatically reset and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flender's swollen, pig-like face quickly subsided, and his breathing became steady.

In just three breaths.

The injuries on both of them had largely healed!

This kind of method... was simply a Miracle!

Zhao Wuji was stunned.

Flender also woke up, touched his face, and looked bewildered.

What was this?

Beat someone half to death, then heal them?

This was more unbearable than killing them! This was naked humiliation, and a display of absolute control—I want you dead, you die; I want you alive, you live.

"Two Deans."

Qian Mo smiled and crouched down, his gaze level with theirs.

Despite his gentle smile, it sent a bone-chilling coldness through the two of them.

"Does this entrance exam count as me winning?"

Flender swallowed, glancing at the terrifyingly large pit beside them, then at the pile of priceless Deep Sea Silver Diamonds on the table.

They couldn't win in a fight.

The money was more than enough.

These weren't students, they were ancestors!

"Win... You won," Flender squeezed out the two words with difficulty, his heart bleeding. "Of course, you won! From today onwards, you are Shrek Academy's... Core Students!"

"No."

Qian Mo shook his head, stood up, and his gaze swept over the crooked "Shrek Academy" sign.

"From today onwards, I make the rules for Shrek."

He turned his head and looked at Flender, his eyes playful.

"Dean, no objections?"

Flender opened his mouth, wanting to retort, wanting to defend the dean's dignity.

But seeing Zhu Zhuqing behind Qian Mo, still expressionless and ready to unleash another Soul Skill at any moment, he humbly lowered his head.

"No... No objections," Flender gritted his teeth, but shouted helplessly, "Admit them! Admit them immediately! Li Yusong, where the hell are you? Hurry up and process the paperwork for these two little ancestors! Arrange the best dormitories!"

What about only accepting Monsters?

In the face of absolute power and money, that was all bullshit!

In the distance, Tang San and Xiao Wu watched this scene, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

Especially Tang San.

He had always believed that as long as he worked hard enough, coupled with the Tang Sect Secret Arts, he could establish himself in this world.

But today, Qian Mo had taught him a lesson.

The name of this lesson was: Some gaps cannot be bridged by effort alone.

"Let's go, Wife."

Qian Mo turned and extended his hand to Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, took out a handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms from her embrace, and gently wiped Qian Mo's hand, which was not stained with any dust.

The action was natural and intimate.

As if the violent maniac who had just slapped away a Soul Saint wasn't him.

"Are you tired?" Zhu Zhuqing asked softly, a hint of imperceptible tenderness in her voice.

"A little, my hand is sore." Qian Mo leaned his body weight onto her, like a boneless person. "After all, that Cat Owl was too heavy. It needs to lose weight."

Flender, who had just gotten up, slipped and almost fell back down.

Watching the two openly show affection as if no one else was around, Dai Mubai, who had just been carried back from a distance, felt another arrow pierce his chest.

He spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Killing with a poisoned pen.

This was truly killing with a poisoned pen!

Qian Mo put his arm around Zhu Zhuqing and swaggered through the academy gates.

As he passed Tang San, he stopped.

He turned his head.

His deep golden eyes swept over Tang San lightly.

He didn't speak.

But the amusement in that glance made Tang San feel like an unweaned child, holding a wooden sword, about to challenge a dragon.

"Shrek..."

Qian Mo's voice drifted with the wind.

"Quite interesting."

"I hope you can bring me some entertainment, otherwise... this money will have been spent in vain."

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