Hammering Ma Hongjun

You want me to call some kid my age boss?

Even an uncle could endure that, but an aunt couldn't.

"Boss may only have six levels of Soul Power right now, but Xiao Ma, you're definitely no match for him. Call him boss already, unless you want a beating!" Oscar said, looking every bit the lackey.

Why did that sound a little like he was stirring things up? It seemed Xiao Ao would need plenty of guidance in the future.

Still, this worked out perfectly. He had been thinking of giving Ma Hongjun a beating anyway, teaching him that the one with the bigger hammer was the boss.

"In the world of Soul Masters, the bigger fist is the boss. Xiao Ma, I heard your Martial Soul is a Grass Chicken. I won't bully you—make your move!" Tie Xiong said with a faint smile, holding his hammer in his right hand.

He didn't even have a single Soul Ring.

"Who are you calling a Grass Chicken Martial Soul? You're so full of yourself, I can't take it anymore!" Ma Hongjun flew into a rage.

"Phoenix Possession!"

Purple-red light rose from Ma Hongjun's body. His hair grew much longer, his hands turned into chicken claws, and feathers sprouted from his shoulders.

The temperature around them immediately rose considerably.

"What a fine Grass Chicken. Take my hammer!" Tie Xiong gathered Soul Power and poured it into the Heaven Breaking Hammer.

His calves tensed, and he swung a fierce hammer blow at Ma Hongjun. This strike contained nearly all the strength in his body—it was a full-power blow.

If this hammer had been aimed at Oscar, Oscar would have had no chance to react.

But Ma Hongjun was ultimately a beast-type Martial Soul Master. After Martial Soul Possession, his physical abilities increased greatly.

Despite his round body, his reactions were quite quick.

Ma Hongjun charged forward without hesitation. Purple-red light flared around his hands, and his claw-like hands met the Heaven Breaking Hammer like sharp blades.

He did not even use his first soul skill against a level-six Soul Warrior without a first Soul Ring.

He was confident that this Soul Power-infused strike would knock his opponent down.

With a muffled bang, the force transmitted through the hammer made Ma Hongjun's arms go numb.

He staggered several steps back.

Before he could react, Tie Xiong's hammer came at him again.

Tie Xiong lived by one creed: never let up when he had the advantage; beat the drowning dog while it was down.

Tie Xiong's hammer strikes were fast and ruthless, relentlessly pressing Ma Hongjun.

Before long, Ma Hongjun could no longer defend himself.

His face and shoulders took several hammer blows. If not for his Soul Power protecting him, he would have been seriously injured already.

This time, Ma Hongjun was thoroughly enraged.

He endured another hammer blow and retreated several steps.

His first Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

He threw open his mouth and spat out a stream of purple-red flames.

"Hehe!" Tie Xiong stomped both feet against the ground.

He shifted thirty centimeters to the right, narrowly dodging Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line.

At the same time, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, reached Ma Hongjun in an instant, and slammed his hammer into Ma Hongjun's face.

The Phoenix Fire Line immediately disappeared.

Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Line could not lock onto enemies. He had to control it himself, though he could also sweep it around like a flaming weapon.

Tie Xiong naturally would not give him the chance to perform a sweeping attack. Ma Hongjun's reactions were quick, but he was still far inferior to Tie Xiong.

Ma Hongjun's face visibly swelled. Combined with his already chubby cheeks, his features were nearly impossible to make out.

He looked exactly like a pig-headed man.

Tie Xiong then kicked Ma Hongjun in the chest.

Watching Ma Hongjun fly several meters away, Oscar felt a chill run through his heart.

Boss was really ruthless!

"Xiao Ma, Xiao Ma, what can I say about you? I already told you how formidable Boss was, but you refused to accept it! Now you know there are always greater heavens beyond heaven and greater people beyond people, right?" Oscar sighed, shaking his head.

Ma Hongjun's head was buzzing. Those hammer blows had not been light.

Then he saw a figure before him, carrying a hammer and walking over again.

"Do you submit, Xiao Ma? I called your Martial Soul a Grass Chicken, and you refused to accept it? You said I was putting on airs? Said you couldn't take it? Yet you can't even beat a level-six Soul Warrior like me!" Tie Xiong said, patting Ma Hongjun's face with the hammerhead.

Ma Hongjun looked unconvinced. He glared fiercely at Tie Xiong and still wanted to get up and continue fighting.

"Still not convinced?" Tie Xiong brought his hammer down on Ma Hongjun's chest again.

Then the hammer moved lower along with Tie Xiong's gaze.

"Your Grass Chicken Martial Soul comes with Evil Fire. Tell me, if I hammer that part to pieces, and you have nowhere to vent your fire afterward, will you explode with a bang?" Tie Xiong made an exaggerated gesture.

Ma Hongjun immediately felt a chill between his legs.

Remembering the flaw the dean had mentioned in his Martial Soul, cold fear welled up in his heart.

"Hurry up and call him Boss already. Boss always does what he says!" Oscar said smugly.

Seeing the excited look on Tie Xiong's face and the black gleam flickering over the hammer in his right hand,

fear finally took hold of Ma Hongjun's young heart. His anger and defiance had turned into terror.

Devil! He was absolutely a devil!

"Don't hammer me. I submit. From now on, you're my boss. But since the bigger fist is the boss, Xiao Ao can't beat me, so Xiao Ao has to be third!" Ma Hongjun said haltingly.

After taking several hammer blows, his bruised and swollen face made his words unclear.

"Xiao Ao, do you have any objections?" Tie Xiong looked at Oscar.

"Ah!"

For the first time, Oscar was dissatisfied with his food-type Martial Soul.

I want to fight too. I want to be the boss too. No, I can't be the boss, but I should at least be second.

But for now, he could only back down.

"Boss, I was the first to follow you. This won't do. What if another student joins later and I have to keep moving down the ranks?" Oscar said with a miserable expression.

Tie Xiong patted Oscar on the shoulder. "From now on, you're third. No matter who comes later, you'll always be third. I said so!"

Oscar jumped up excitedly. "Boss, as expected of Boss! Fighting must have been hard. Have a Sausage!"

Oscar hurried back into the house, took out two Sausages, and handed one each to Tie Xiong and Ma Hongjun.

"Not bad, Xiao Ao!" Tie Xiong said with a smile, though he had not forgotten that Xiao Ao had seemed to be stirring things up earlier.

Just wait. There would be plenty of time to hammer him in the future.

Ma Hongjun hurriedly ate his Sausage as well, and his injuries immediately eased considerably.

What they did not know was that not far from them,

several figures had watched the fight between the two of them clearly.

One of them appeared to be around fifty years old. He was powerfully built, with a hooked nose and black-rimmed glasses. His appearance was quite strange. He was Shrek Academy's dean, Flender.

The other looked entirely different. He was exceptionally burly, with shoulders as broad as city walls. His muscular body gave off an oppressive aura at first glance. He was the Immovable Bright King, Zhao Wuji.

"He truly is a Little Monster. With only six levels of Soul Power, he beat Ma Hongjun into this state. Ruthless and vicious!" Admiration shone in Flender's eyes.

"Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocrities. I think highly of him. If he can train under my third soul skill, he'll improve even faster!" Zhao Wuji said with a chuckle.

Zhao Wuji's third soul skill, Gravity Enhancement, increased gravity within a certain range, suddenly making opponents' bodies heavy as though their feet had sunk into a swamp. It was highly suitable for body training and tempering soul skills.