Gu Sheng Captain, Battle Shrek?!

Gu Sheng threw it back with a backhand motion.

The giant circular blade flew back at a speed several times faster than when it had arrived.

With a dull thud, a muffled sound rang out.

The back of the giant blade slammed heavily into Sun Chuantao's chest.

Sun Chuantao retreated several steps, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.

In the span of just a few breaths, more than half of the Martial Soul Hall team had already fallen.

Standing in the back row, Xu Yu panicked.

He desperately unleashed his soul skills, frantically triggering the hidden weapons concealed within his sleeves.

A dense swarm of steel needles and throwing knives descended upon Gu Sheng like a violent rainstorm.

Gu Sheng still did not dodge.

Void, activated once again.

Countless hidden weapons passed through Gu Sheng's body without the slightest obstruction, peppering the ground behind him with innumerable tiny holes.

Gu Sheng walked straight through the metal storm, step by step, facing the sky full of projectiles.

He strolled as leisurely as if he were walking through his own back garden.

The distance grew shorter and shorter.

Xu Yu's eyes widened, his face deathly pale, and he retreated repeatedly in terror.

"Don't... don't come any closer!"

Xu Yu's voice was laced with a sob.

Gu Sheng arrived before him without a word of nonsense.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist.

A solid punch landed squarely on Xu Yu's face.

Xu Yu's entire body spun through the air as he was sent flying.

He slammed heavily onto the hard floor, bounced twice, and went still.

The vast Martial Arts Arena fell into a deathly silence.

The Martial Soul Hall team, which had once possessed such imposing momentum, now had only two people left standing.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena.

Xie Yue gripped his Moon Blade, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, yet his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at his teammates wailing or unconscious on the ground, then back at the completely unscathed Gu Sheng.

"You..."

Xie Yue's voice was incredibly dry, as if his throat were stuffed with sand.

"What kind of monster are you?"

A soul power of level twenty, yet possessing such unreasonable defense and such overwhelming, destructive offensive means.

This had completely shattered Xie Yue's understanding of the soul master world.

Gu Sheng turned around, his deep gaze landing on Xie Yue.

There was not a hint of pride in his expression, nor the mockery of a victor.

Only indifference.

"Kneel."

Gu Sheng spoke, his tone calm yet imbued with absolute will.

Xie Yue gritted his teeth, his eye sockets turning red with humiliation.

He was the leader of the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall, a supreme genius in the eyes of countless people.

Forcing him to kneel to someone at level twenty was more painful than killing him.

"In your dreams!"

Xie Yue roared, forcibly squeezing out the last of his soul power and raising his Moon Blade high.

He would give it his all; even if he were to die, he would stand tall and deliver this strike.

But Gu Sheng didn't even have the interest to watch the show.

A streak of Aurora tore through the air.

It moved with such speed that it seemed to span the distance of space itself.

It struck the raised Moon Blade with pinpoint accuracy.

A massive shockwave of recoil surged through him, and Xie Yue let out a muffled groan.

The Moon Blade instantly flew from his hand, spinning rapidly in the air a few times before embedding itself deep into the stone floor in the distance with a sharp hiss.

Xie Yue clutched his wrist in agony.

A charred wound had appeared on his wrist, the flesh curled and scorched, emitting a burnt smell.

The intense pain caused his entire body to convulse.

He could no longer hold his Moon Blade.

Gu Sheng took a step forward, slowly walking up to Xie Yue.

He looked down at this proud genius from a position of superiority.

Gu Sheng raised his foot and kicked Xie Yue squarely in the chest without a shred of mercy.

"Bang!"

Xie Yue's knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily onto his knees before Gu Sheng.

He opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed out, staining the ground in front of him red.

"I told you to kneel."

Gu Sheng's voice came from above.

Xie Yue kept his head lowered, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripping down between his fingers.

Hatred.

Resentment.

Humiliation.

Countless emotions churned within Xie Yue's heart, yet he no longer had the strength to even resist.

In the face of absolute power, pride was worthless.

On the field, only Hu Liena remained standing where she was.

She stared blankly at everything unfolding before her.

The twenty-level boy they had regarded as trash now stood like an invincible deity, trampling all their dignity beneath his feet.

Gu Sheng turned his head to look at Hu Liena.

He took a step, walking toward that alluring figure.

Hu Liena instinctively took a step back.

Her long, straight legs were trembling slightly at this moment.

The tight Martial Soul Hall uniform outlined her incredibly seductive and proud figure to perfection, but at this moment, that stunning sight was marred by a sense of pitiful panic.

Gu Sheng stopped two meters in front of her.

"And you?"

The two plain words felt like a mountain pressing down on Hu Liena's shoulders.

Hu Liena bit her vibrant lips hard, leaving a row of deep, white-tinged tooth marks.

Surrender?

Or not surrender?

She thought of her status; she was the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, a figure looked up to by countless people.

She thought of the earnest expectations of her teacher, Bibi Dong, and remembered her teacher's lofty majesty.

She glanced around once more.

Xie Yue was kneeling on the ground, vomiting blood.

Yan lay in the ruins, his life or death unknown.

Li Kai, Zhang Ping, and the others were scattered across the ground in disarray.

The entire team had been wiped out.

Hu Liena raised her head and met Gu Sheng's eyes.

There was no killing intent in those eyes, no contempt, only the same calm as always.

It was as if sweeping through the entire team just now was no more than brushing a speck of dust off his clothes.

Gu Sheng slowly raised his right hand.

With his index finger slightly curled, a brilliant Aurora lit up at his fingertip once again.

The threat of death was close at hand.

Hu Liena's body stiffened, and her taut nerves finally collapsed.

"I surrender..."

Hu Liena closed her eyes, and two lines of tears slid down her beautiful cheeks.

Her alluring, graceful body slumped powerlessly, her beautiful legs slightly buckling as she abandoned all resistance.

Gu Sheng heard this and made no unnecessary movements.

He flipped his wrist.

The Aurora at his fingertips instantly dissipated into the air.

He turned around and walked away with steady strides.

He walked past Xie Yue, who was kneeling on the ground.

He walked past Yan, who had collapsed amidst the ruins.

He walked past all the team members who had fallen across the floor.

Until he reached the very center of the Martial Arts Arena.

Gu Sheng stopped, turned around, and swept his gaze across the entire devastated battlefield.

"From today on, I am the captain!"

The youth's voice echoed throughout the empty arena.

No one refuted him.

No one dared to refute him.

The night before the finals.

Shrek Academy's residence, pre-battle conference room.

The room was brightly lit, yet the atmosphere felt somewhat heavy.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang sat at the head of the long table, clutching a slightly yellowed sheet of paper.

His expression was extremely grim, and his breathing was much heavier than usual.

"Information just received."

Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat and swept his gaze across the Shrek Seven Devils present.

"The Martial Soul Hall team has changed their captain."