God-Equipped Team VS Shrek Three Wastes

The afternoon sun was scorching, baking the Shrek sports field until it was red-hot. The air was filled with the smell of dust and a faint scent of gunpowder.

Zhao Wuji sat on a broken stone stump, fiddling with a stick of incense, his eyes gloomy. Although his wrist had been set, the bone-piercing pain was a constant reminder of yesterday's disgrace.

"The rules are simple." Zhao Wuji glanced at the Qian Mo faction standing on the left, then at Tang San and the others on the right, rubbing their hands in anticipation. "Three on three. Falling out of bounds or losing consciousness means defeat. Since this is a real combat, it's a battlefield. Don't expect your opponents to go easy on you."

Tang San stood at the forefront of the team, followed by Dai Mubai with a grim expression and Ma Hongjun with a brutish face.

"Mubai, Fatty, proceed according to plan." Tang San lowered his voice, a purple glint flashing in his eyes, speaking rapidly. "Although the opponents have higher soul power, their team composition is extremely unreasonable. Ning Rongrong and Oscar are pure support with no combat ability. As long as we focus fire on Zhu Zhuqing and restrict her speed, even if she's a Soul Emperor, she can't fight off four hands with two fists!"

"I'll take care of those two traitors!" Dai Mubai stared intently at Oscar's face, which was even more handsome than his own. His golden pupils were filled with jealous blood threads. "I'll let them know that they are nothing without Shrek!"

"Heh heh, leave the beauty to me." Ma Hongjun licked his lips, his beady eyes flashing with lecherous light. "It's a good chance to test my Evil Fire Suppression."

On the opposite side.

Qian Mo leaned back lazily in his Grand Tutor Chair, not even bothering to stand up. He held a cup of Iced Sour Plum Drink, gently swirling it.

"Go ahead." Qian Mo waved at Zhu Zhuqing, as if shooing away a fly. "Don't get your clothes dirty, you still need to accompany me shopping in Suotuo City tonight."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, her Black Tight Leather Clothes outlining breathtaking curves. Behind her, Ning Rongrong and Oscar stood on either side, looking as relaxed as if they were on a picnic.

"Begin!" Zhao Wuji flicked his finger, and the tip of the incense ignited.

"Brothers, charge!" Dai Mubai roared, his White Tiger Martial Soul manifesting, his muscles instantly bursting his shirt. "Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Adamant Transformation!"

Ma Hongjun followed closely, purplish-red flames erupting from his body. "Phoenix Fireline!"

Tang San slid to the flank like a ghost, his hands hanging down, a cold glint flashing between his fingers.

Facing the aggressive trio, the Qian Mo faction was eerily silent.

"Nine Treasures Manifest, Glazed Tile."

Ning Rongrong parted her red lips, her voice ethereal.

There was no clichéd "Seven Treasures Manifest," but a sacred chant instead. From her palm, a magnificent pagoda shot up into the sky. It was no longer seven stories. Although the eighth and ninth stories were still somewhat illusory, the terrifying amplification wave instantly swept across the entire field.

"First: Strength. Second: Speed."

Two streams of colorful light shot into Zhu Zhuqing's body like meteors.

"This amplification..." Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes brightened slightly. She felt so light as if she had no weight, and her strength had increased by more than fifty percent!

Was this the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda after consuming the Aromatic Silk Beauty? Even though it hadn't fully evolved, its effect was twice as strong as before!

"Next!"

Beside her, Oscar flipped his palm. There was no nauseating "I Have a Big Sausage."

A phantom image of an ancient golden book flashed behind him and disappeared. A small, entirely crimson chili pepper, with sparks still flying from its skin, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Ancient God of Food Record, Chapter 1: Explosive Red Pepper.

Zhu Zhuqing caught it with a backhand and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Boom!"

A violent stream of heat instantly surged into her limbs and bones. All attributes increased by 20%, pain reduced by 50%, and it came with fire attribute explosive attacks!

"Going in."

Zhu Zhuqing's figure disappeared.

Not an exaggeration. She truly vanished from her spot out of thin air.

The next second.

Ma Hongjun, who had his mouth wide open, ready to spew fire, saw darkness before his eyes.

"Too slow."

A cold voice sounded in his ear.

"Bang!"

A black leather boot fiercely kicked his oil-slicked belly.

Ma Hongjun didn't even have time to scream. The entire person, like a deflated ball, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, was sent flying fifty meters back and "hung" on a crooked-neck tree at the edge of the sports field.

The once imposing Phoenix Fireline turned into a ridiculous little flame and extinguished with a "puff."

Instant kill.

"Fatty!" Dai Mubai's eyes split open. He was about to turn to rescue him.

A terrifying aura that made his soul tremble suddenly descended.

It was the absolute suppression of an apex predator.

Zhu Zhuqing had appeared before him at some unknown time. Though the six blood red soul rings in her heterochromatic cat pupils were not visible, the ferocious might of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast lingered, pressing down like a great mountain.

Dai Mubai's proud White Tiger Adamant Transformation, in the face of this aura, was like a mongrel encountering a true dragon, trembling uncontrollably. His soul power circulation instantly froze.

"Is this your Evil Eye White Tiger?"

Zhu Zhuqing sneered and extended her right claw.

Netherworld Hundred Claws!

"Chichi chichi chichi--!"

A teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out.

Dai Mubai's expensive Noble Dress instantly turned into a sky full of butterflies, and on his proud chest muscles, five bloodstains that went deep to the bone appeared.

"Ah--!" Dai Mubai screamed and knelt on the ground, covering his chest with his hands, blood staining the ground red.

Less than three seconds.

Shrek's two assault-type fighters, one crippled, one disabled.

This scene happened too quickly, so fast that Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track Step had only just taken its third step.

"How is this possible..." Tang San's pupils trembled violently, watching the battle situation collapse in an instant, cold sweat soaking his back.

Is this absolute power?

No! There's still a chance!

A ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. Although Zhu Zhuqing was strong, she was now deep in enemy territory, and Ning Rongrong and Oscar behind her were live targets!

"Besiege Wei to rescue Zhao!"

Tang San's feet shifted, his body twisting strangely, his hands dancing like butterflies through flowers.

"Xiuxiu xiuxiu--!"

Dozens of cold lights broke through the air. Bone Piercing Nail, Willow Leaf Knife, Locust Stone... Sky Flower Rain technique!

The target was not Zhu Zhuqing, but the defenseless Ning Rongrong and Oscar!

As long as Zhu Zhuqing turned back to rescue them, she would expose a weakness; if she didn't, these two support fighters would surely die!

"Despicable!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed, instinctively wanting to dodge, but the hidden weapons sealed off all escape routes.

At this critical moment.

Qian Mo, sitting at the side of the arena, didn't even raise his eyelids.

He just let out a soft hum.

"Humph."

This sound was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, ignoring the distance of space, directly crashing into the depths of Tang San's spiritual sea of consciousness.

[Auspicious Beast Pressure · Mental Deterrence]

"Weng--!"

Tang San felt as if his brain was being stirred by a red-hot iron. His vision went black, and the severe pain made him let out a muffled groan. His previously fluid movements instantly became lethally stiff.

When experts clash, this sliver of stiffness is the difference between life and death.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

A series of dense metal impacts rang out.

Zhu Zhuqing appeared before Ning Rongrong like a ghost. The Netherworld Blade in her hand transformed into a black barrier, deflecting all the hidden weapons.

Several Bone Piercing Nails, under Zhu Zhuqing's precise angle control, returned the way they came.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

"Urgh!"

Just as Tang San recovered from the severe pain, a piercing agony shot through his thigh. Two Bone Piercing Nails deeply embedded themselves into his thigh muscles, and blood gushed out.

He staggered two steps and knelt on one knee, his face as pale as paper.

Before he could even look up, an icy foot stepped onto his chest.

Zhu Zhuqing looked down at him, her claws pressed against his throat. With a slight exertion, she could sever his carotid artery.

"Is this your tactic?" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were indifferent. "Using your teammate as cannon fodder, is that what Master taught you?"

The entire arena fell silent.

Zhao Wuji stood to the side, his fists clenched so tightly they crackled, but he dared not move.

Because he felt a faint, almost imperceptible aura locking onto his vital points. If he dared to intervene, he would be the one lying on the ground the next second.

Qian Mo slowly put down the Sour Plum Drink in his hand, stood up, and patted the non-existent dust from his clothes.

Oscar ambled over to Dai Mubai. Looking at the once arrogant "Boss Dai," who now resembled a dead dog, Oscar took out a normal sausage from his pocket and threw it at his blood-stained face.

"Young Master Dai, have a sausage to replenish your energy?" Oscar's lips curled into a mocking smile, his handsome face full of teasing. "Oh, right, this one isn't free. It'll be ten Gold Soul Coins."

Dai Mubai closed his eyes in humiliation, his body trembling violently, but he didn't even have the strength to curse.

Qian Mo walked to the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the three "monsters" lying on the ground, finally settling on Tang San's face, which was filled with unwillingness.

"Besides sneak attacks, poisoning, and playing the victim, what else can you do?"

Qian Mo shook his head, his tone filled with deep disappointment.

"These are the so-called Shrek Seven Devils? I think Shrek Three Wastes is more like it."

He turned around, took Zhu Zhuqing's hand, and didn't even bother to look at them again.

"Let's go, the air here is bad, it's full of the sour stench of losers."

The moment Qian Mo turned to leave, Xiao Wu, who had been hiding in a corner watching the battle, trembled violently.

Looking at Tang San, who had been beaten miserably, had used all his tricks, and still suffered a crushing defeat, the monument in her heart called "Third Brother is invincible" cracked open with a huge fissure.

And as Qian Mo passed by her, the pure aura belonging to the Auspicious Beast Qilin made her soul beast bloodline instinctively feel a surge of closeness and submission.

It was a call from the depths of her soul.

"Who... is he?" Xiao Wu bit her lip, her eyes filled with confusion.

Qian Mo seemed to sense something and paused his steps.

He turned his head, his golden eyes gazing deeply at Xiao Wu, and the corner of his mouth curved into a meaningful arc.

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