Brother, Give Me a Hand

In the center of the arena, the air seemed to have solidified into a physical substance.

Qian Duoduo's chest heaved violently as he stared fixedly at Yan Shaozhe, his eyes looking as if they were about to spew fire.

"Yan. Shao. Zhe!"

He squeezed these three words out through his teeth, each one filled with boundless hatred.

On the other side, Zhongli Wu was in an entirely different state.

He did not roar or bellow. He simply stood there quietly, yet the black mist permeating his body grew increasingly dense, like an evil spirit crawling out of the nine nether hells.

Those blood-red eyes watched Yan Shaozhe with the calmness one might reserve for a dead man, a calmness that masked a malice and killing intent sufficient to incinerate everything.

"My dear nephew—"

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and low, sending chills down one's spine.

"We really must get to know each other well today!"

Yan Shaozhe shuddered all over. Having just recovered from the aftereffects of Still Heart Like Water and his unconsciousness, he was terrified to the point of his heart and gallbladder splitting at the sight of this hellish scene.

"No—that's not it! Listen to me, let me explain!"

He retreated instinctively, babbling incoherently in his defense: "Feng Ling and I—Xian Lin'er and I—it's all a misunderstanding! The Sky Screen is framing me!"

"A misunderstanding?"

Zhongli Wu bared his teeth, revealing a set of ghastly white fangs as he grinned hideously.

The next second, he moved!

His figure transformed into a ghostly black shadow, appearing before him in an instant!

When Yan Shaozhe saw Zhongli Wu's face, twisted like that of a demon, he finally snapped back to reality.

He wanted to resist, to summon his martial soul, but the moment his intent stirred, only a crisp "Cluck-cluck!" sounded from behind him.

A Grass Chicken with messy plumage appeared, flapping its wings and tilting its head, looking at the charging Zhongli Wu with an innocent expression.

"Pfft—"

Yan Shaozhe felt his blood surge with rage once again.

It was in this split second of distraction that Zhongli Wu closed the distance!

He threw a heavy, powerful straight punch, wrapped in dense evil soul power, and smashed it fiercely into Yan Shaozhe's face!

"Bang!"

Yan Shaozhe flew off like a kite with a broken string, tracing a graceful parabola through the air, accompanied by a few blood-stained teeth.

"Good! Well hit!"

Seeing this, Qian Duoduo cheered loudly before summoning his own Wulong Shield martial soul.

Before Yan Shaozhe could land, Qian Duoduo, shield in hand, arrived with long strides, aimed for the landing spot, and delivered a fierce shield bash!

"Thud!"

Like a bell being struck, Yan Shaozhe's body was sent flying back violently, heading straight toward Zhongli Wu.

And so, the audience across the entire continent was treated to this delightful spectacle.

The pitiful Chicken Douluo, Yan Shaozhe, was like a ball being kicked back and forth in the center of the arena by two furious men using fists, feet, and shields, never once getting the chance to touch the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Zhongli Wu, like an untiring demon, unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks upon the just-rising Yan Shaozhe.

His attacks were not fatal, but each strike contained extreme evil soul power, eroding Yan Shaozhe's meridians and inflicting endless agony upon him.

"My turn!"

Qian Duoduo arrived, raised the Wulong Shield in his hand, and slammed it fiercely against the other side of Yan Shaozhe's face!

"Bang—"

With a dull, bell-like thud, Yan Shaozhe's head buzzed, stars danced before his eyes, and he was knocked flat onto the ground once more.

They both had a tacit understanding not to use powerful soul skills, because that would let this damned piece of trash die too quickly!

What they wanted was torture! Humiliation!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dense sound of impacts was incessant, accompanied by Yan Shaozhe's shrill and desperate screams.

"Ah—! Stop! You will regret this!"

"I am Elder Mu's disciple! You cannot—ah!"

"Help! Elder Mu, save me! Ah—!"

The audience outside the Sky Screen watched with beaming smiles, overjoyed.

[Douluo II Period]

Sun Moon Empire, Mingde Hall.

Xiao Hongchen was already laughing so hard he collapsed into his chair, pounding the table as he shouted, "I can't take it anymore—I'm going to die laughing—this is ten thousand times more entertaining than watching the Soul Master Tournament!"

Meng Hongchen's pretty face was also flushed red; although she felt the scene was somewhat cruel, the arc at the corners of her mouth that she couldn't suppress betrayed her true inner thoughts.

Finally, Yan Shaozhe was kicked to the ground, curling up like a dead dog, unable to crawl back up.

Zhongli Wu stepped on his back, looking down at him from above.

"Brother," he suddenly said to Qian Duoduo beside him, "give me a hand."

Qian Duoduo was stunned, but he still instinctively reached out to support him.

Then, he watched as Zhongli Wu suddenly raised his other foot, gathering the strength of his entire body.

Aiming for an extremely tricky and vicious angle, he stomped down hard!

"AWOOOOOOO!!!!!"

A heart-wrenching shriek, not even sounding human, echoed throughout the entire arena!

Yan Shaozhe's body instantly arched like a cooked shrimp, his eyes rolled back, foam spilled from his mouth, and his entire body began to convulse violently.

The place that was already "Still Heart Like Water" had now suffered a devastating blow on a physical level.

Every male spectator, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably.

Too ruthless!

This was practically a move to end one's lineage!

Seeing this, Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly leaned in, shouting excitedly, "My turn! My turn!"

With that, he mimicked Zhongli Wu's posture, found the right angle, then raised his foot high and brought it down hard!

Another earth-shattering scream followed.

Just like that, the two men seemed to have found a new source of joy, taking turns delivering inhumane torture upon Yan Shaozhe.

Shrek Academy.

Elder Xuan silently closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

As for Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and the others, they watched this scene with immense satisfaction.

No one sympathized with Yan Shaozhe.

I don't know how much time passed, but when the Sky Screen felt that this farce had sufficiently satisfied the morbid curiosity of all the spectators, a cold notification sound finally rang out.

[Judgment of the ninth place on the Hypocrite Ranking, Yan Shaozhe, has concluded.]

["Comrades Meeting" segment, ends here.]

As the words fell, the magnificent arena began to turn illusory, slowly dissipating like Kyōka Suigetsu.

Three beams of light flashed, and the three figures were teleported back to their original locations.

On the high platform of Shrek Plaza, there appeared a puddle-like humanoid object; it was none other than Yan Shaozhe, who was breathing more than he was inhaling.

Inside the Sea God Pavilion, Qian Duoduo smacked his lips with a look of lingering desire; although he was still angry, most of the pent-up resentment in his heart had finally been vented.

At the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, Zhongli Wu sat upon his throne, yet the killing intent in his eyes had not dissipated.

Tianshui Clan, inside a quiet room.

Ji Xuan leaned back comfortably on his lounge chair, watching the curtain fall on this annual blockbuster on the Sky Screen, and nodded with satisfaction.

As expected, what the masses love to see is a good production.

Just then, the pleasant notification sound of the system rang in his mind.

[Ding! Ninth place on the Hypocrite Ranking—Yan Shaozhe, exposure complete!]

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[This exposure has caused a massive sensation, dealt a heavy blow to the reputation of Shrek Academy, exposed its internal decay and darkness, and will have a profound impact on the future landscape of the Douluo Continent.]

[Comprehensive evaluation: Perfect!]