Tyrannical Ma Hongjun, Xiao Qiao Takes Action!

Meanwhile.

Ma Hongjun, having finally gained a chance to catch his breath, recovered somewhat.

Although he had lost an arm, Ning Rongrong's enhancement effects were still active.

He watched Xiao Wu rush forward to restrain the opponent, and the fear in his eyes instantly faded, replaced by twisted resentment.

"You bitch! You dared to cut off my arm!"

"Once we catch you, I'll make you beg for life and pray for death!"

As Ma Hongjun frantically drove the remaining Soul Power in his body, trying to gather flames once more, he spewed obscenities from his mouth.

His gaze remained fixed on Da Qiao's high-slit skirt and Xiao Qiao's lively legs, the lecherous gleam in his eyes practically overflowing.

"Xiao Wu! Keep that Blue Clothes tied down!"

"Once Fatty recovers, I'll strip these two bitches naked and hang them from a tree!"

"Hehe, when the time comes, I'll let the whole Douluo Continent watch them moan their hearts out!"

"Once I get tired of playing with them, Fatty can be merciful and marry them home as bedmaids!"

His words were utterly vulgar. Even at a life-or-death moment like this, he could not rid himself of the sleaziness carved into his bones.

Xiao Wu, who was struggling to dodge Wind Blades in the air, nearly failed to catch her breath upon hearing that.

Although she and Fatty were teammates, even she found his words unbearably grating right now.

"Fatty! Shut up!"

Xiao Wu could not help turning around to curse at him.

"At a time like this, that's all you can think about?!"

However.

Yu Xiaogang did not stop Ma Hongjun.

Instead, he pushed up the glasses on his nose, a glint flashing through his eyes.

"Xiao Wu, ignore him."

"This is psychological warfare."

Yu Xiaogang explained solemnly, with even a hint of approval in his tone.

"Use words to provoke the opponent, make them lose their reason, and expose their weaknesses."

"That is superior combat wisdom."

"Fatty may be crude, but his words make sense. As long as we can win, the methods do not matter."

Through the Heavenly Curtain's live broadcast, these words clearly spread across the entire Douluo Continent.

Countless Soul Masters watching the broadcast were stunned.

This was the so-called "Grandmaster"?

This was Yu Xiaogang, who claimed to be "invincible in theory"?

Treating vulgar shamelessness as a tactic? Treating obscene fantasies as wisdom?

Inside Mechanism City, Li Xin watched the scene, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew increasingly cold.

Meanwhile, on the Ancient Path battlefield.

Xiao Qiao's hand, which had been waving her fan, suddenly stopped.

Her adorable doll-like face was now covered in frost.

Tangible fury burned in those lively, wide eyes.

"Psychological warfare?"

"Superior?"

Xiao Qiao laughed in rage and snapped the Banana Leaf Fan in her hand shut.

"Filthy vermin like this pollute the world just by breathing."

"Since that thing of yours only makes you think such disgusting thoughts."

"Then you don't need it anymore!"

Before her words had even faded.

Xiao Qiao flicked her wrist.

There was no howling gale.

Only an extremely fine, highly condensed Wind Blade, like a thread of green silk, instantly sliced through the sky.

That Wind Blade was too fast.

So fast that even a Titled Douluo's Spirit Power could barely catch it.

Ma Hongjun was still standing there with his mouth wide open, preparing to continue his "psychological warfare."

Suddenly.

He felt a chill below his waist.

Then.

An indescribable agony instantly spread through every nerve in his body.

Plop.

A bloody lump of flesh fell onto the Yellow Sand.

Blood erupted like a fountain, instantly soaking his crotch and thighs red.

"Uh... Ah... AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

This scream was a hundred times more miserable than when he had lost his arm.

That heart-rending howl barely sounded like something a human could make.

Ma Hongjun clutched his crotch with both hands, his entire body curled into a shrimp as he rolled wildly across the ground.

Blood kept pouring through his fingers, impossible to stop.

The Heavenly Curtain's remarkably "considerate" camera immediately gave the lump on the ground a close-up.

At that moment, every man on the Douluo Continent instinctively clamped his legs together.

That was a true case of the chicken flying and the eggs breaking.

The people on Shrek's side were completely dumbfounded.

Xiao Wu froze in midair, her face pale as death, even forgetting to attack.

Yu Xiaogang's mouth hung wide open, his sanctimonious expression frozen on his face, making him look ridiculous.

The result of his so-called "psychological warfare" was that Ma Hongjun had become a eunuch.

"Can't handle that already?"

Da Qiao's cold voice rang out.

She did not give this group any chance to stand around in a daze.

The instant Xiao Wu's mind fell into turmoil.

The Sea Pearl Lamp in Da Qiao's hand suddenly erupted with dazzling blue light.

"Sea's Radiance, Water Prison!"

Countless water molecules instantly condensed in the previously calm air.

A massive Deep Blue sphere of water appeared out of nowhere, directly enveloping the stunned Xiao Wu.

This Water Prison was no ordinary water. Every drop weighed a thousand jun, and it possessed incredibly powerful viscosity.

Within it, Xiao Wu felt as though she had fallen into a swamp that had existed for ten thousand years.

Her Teleportation soul skill required Spatial Fluctuation, but within this absolute water-element domain, even space itself was firmly suppressed.

"Mm! Let me go!"

Xiao Wu struggled desperately within the Water Prison, but the water sphere only constricted tighter and tighter, making it difficult even to breathe.

The situation instantly collapsed.

The two support fighters had fled, the main attacker had been captured, and the only assault fighter had become a eunuch.

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over as he looked at the hopeless scene before him.

That was fear.

The most primal fear of death.

He glanced at Ma Hongjun, who was still wailing on the ground, then at Xiao Wu, who was trapped.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Yu Xiaogang abruptly turned around, pushed his Soul Power to its limit, and fled madly into the distance.

What deep bonds between master and disciples?

What Shrek glory?

Before his own life, it was all bullshit!

"G-Grandmaster?!"

Oscar had just landed from the sky and had not even steadied himself when his eyes nearly popped out at the sight.

He had never expected that the Grandmaster, who was always spouting lofty principles, would run faster than anyone else.

"Xiao Ao! Run!"

Without turning his head, Yu Xiaogang shouted as he ran.

"Where there's life, there's hope!"

"Someone has to take this information back to Xiao San!"

Oscar glanced at Xiao Wu, who was still struggling inside the Water Prison, and a trace of hesitation flashed through his heart.

But he looked at the two women who resembled goddesses of slaughter, then at the half-dead Fatty on the ground.

In the end, fear overcame reason.

"Rong Rong! Go!"

Oscar abruptly stuffed a Mushroom Sausage into Ning Rongrong's hand and swallowed one himself.

Wings instantly sprouted from their backs, and at ten times the speed they had arrived, the two frantically fled in Yu Xiaogang's direction.

Upon the Ancient Path.

Only Xiao Wu, trapped in the Water Prison, and Ma Hongjun, still twitching on the ground, remained.

"They sure ran fast."