Crushing Shrek (Part Two)

At the sight of this, Tang San sensed something was wrong. He hurriedly called out a warning.

"Everyone, stop Ling Yun! Whatever you do, don't let him use his Soul Skill, or we'll be in for a world of trouble!"

As he spoke, Tang San had already made his move. Several Blue Silver Grass vines, each as thick as a thumb, shot toward Ling Yun.

"First Soul Skill: Entangle!"

"First Soul Skill: Hell Stab!"

At the same time, Zhu Zhuqing used her Soul Skill and sprinted toward Ling Yun. As an agility-type Soul Master, she was much faster than the others.

But she was still a step too slow. A dazzling golden light flashed, and Ling Yun had already transformed. He became a huge tiger, three meters tall, with a pair of alloy arms.

This was none other than the metal-type beast warrior: Iron Fist Tiger!

Zhu Zhuqing furrowed her brows, but she didn't retreat. Instead, she sped toward Ling Yun, and the Second Soul Ring beneath her feet began to glow.

Then, with a speed that dazzled the eye, Zhu Zhuqing swung her sharp claws and suddenly raked them toward Ling Yun's chest.

"Second Soul Skill: Hell Hundred Claws!"

"Heh. You're a pretty little kitty, but you're not so clever!"

Ling Yun chuckled, then crossed his iron fists in front of himself to block Zhu Zhuqing's attack.

Clang, clang, clang—

A series of crisp sounds rang out. Zhu Zhuqing's claws failed to harm Ling Yun in the slightest. Instead, when her sharp claws struck his alloy fists, the immense recoil left her body numb, while a burning pain spread through her adorable paws.

Just then, Ling Yun clenched his iron fists and threw one at Zhu Zhuqing. His fierce punch sent a sharp gust howling through the air, buffeting Zhu Zhuqing's fair cheeks and black hair.

Ling Yun's punch came in with ferocious force. Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted. She immediately pushed off with her toes and sprang backward, hoping to put some distance between herself and Ling Yun.

At the same time, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass surged in. One vine wrapped around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist and pulled her backward.

The remaining Blue Silver Grass coiled tightly around Ling Yun's iron fists and legs like enormous green pythons.

A smile appeared on Tang San's face. He hurriedly shouted, "Boss Dai, go! Ling Yun's under my control!"

"Got it! Watch this—Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

At Tang San's command, Dai Mubai charged forward, and the Third Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed.

Dai Mubai's body grew even more robust. His muscles bulged slightly as he raised a fist as big as a sandbag and slammed it toward Ling Yun's face.

"Heh, Tang San, you don't actually think your flimsy Blue Silver Grass can hold me, do you? Break!"

Ling Yun roared, then used brute force to tear apart all the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him.

That's right—he didn't shred the grass with his sharp alloy claws. He simply used raw strength to rip the vines clean in two.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was remarkably tough, but before the monstrous strength Iron Fist Tiger gave Ling Yun, it was as fragile as the weeds by the roadside.

Though Blue Silver Grass was, in fact, just the sort of weed that grew by the roadside.

After breaking free of Tang San's restraint, Ling Yun abruptly lifted his gaze to Dai Mubai charging straight at him. He clenched an alloy fist and punched Dai Mubai in the chest!

"Not good!"

Seeing the ferocity of Ling Yun's punch, Dai Mubai's expression changed instantly, and he had no choice but to switch from offense to defense.

He gathered his Soul Power. The First Soul Ring beneath his feet glimmered, and white Soul Power surged out of his body, forming a sturdy barrier in front of him to block Ling Yun's attack.

"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protection Barrier!"

"A defensive barrier? Heh, it's nothing but a sheet of wastepaper to me. Special move: Iron Tiger Heavy Break Fist!"

In the blink of an eye, Ling Yun gathered his Soul Power. His alloy fists blazed with dazzling light, and he smashed one into the barrier Dai Mubai had formed.

Crack—

A crisp sound rang out. Ling Yun's iron fist shattered Dai Mubai's White Tiger Protection Barrier in less than a second.

Ling Yun's fist continued without slowing, slamming into Dai Mubai's chest. In an instant, Dai Mubai flew backward like a kite with its strings cut and crashed heavily into a thick tree.

His vision went black, and he passed out.

"Boss Dai!"

Tang San cried out in shock, his heart tightening. Dai Mubai's offensive power far surpassed his own. If even Dai Mubai couldn't hurt Ling Yun, how was he supposed to defeat him?

Was I going to lose to Ling Yun again?

Tang San thought in despair. But just then, Xiao Wu suddenly spoke up.

"Third Brother, use those Hidden Weapons of yours! Otherwise, we're going to lose!"

Xiao Wu's words suddenly cleared Tang San's mind.

That's right! I still have the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons. I still have the Dragon Whisker Needles. They're made to pierce protective barriers, so they'll definitely defeat Ling Yun.

Even Teacher Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, couldn't stop my Dragon Whisker Needles. Ling Yun was only a Soul King, so there was no way he could.

At the thought, Tang San tapped several times on the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist. A Godly Zhuge Crossbow and more than ten Dragon Whisker Needles instantly appeared in his hands.

"Ling Yun, I'm about to show you what I can really do. You'd better watch out!"

So he's finally going to use his Hidden Weapons?

Ling Yun thought. Then he raised the corners of his mouth and sneered. "Good. Then let me show you the Iron Fist Tiger's true strength!"

This was exactly why he had chosen to fight using Iron Fist Tiger.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Before the words had even faded, Tang San darted forward like a ghostly phantom. In that instant, his speed was no slower than Zhu Zhuqing's, despite her being an agility-type Soul Master.

He circled behind Ling Yun and pulled the trigger of the Godly Zhuge Crossbow. With a piercing buzz, sixteen bolts shot out toward Ling Yun's back.

Immediately afterward, Tang San used a Tang Sect Hidden Weapon technique—Bat Wing Reincarnation—and fired more than ten Dragon Whisker Needles from different directions, sending them streaking toward Ling Yun.

But at the sight of this, Ling Yun merely swept his hand outward. Metal Spirit Power spread in every direction, and he let out a low growl.

"Metal Spirit Power!"

In an instant, both the bolts from the Godly Zhuge Crossbow and the Dragon Whisker Needles abruptly changed direction. They shot toward Tang San and Xiao Wu at even greater speed, the sound of them tearing through the air ringing out.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

"What! How is that possible?"

Tang San's expression changed instantly as he watched the bolts rush toward him. A terrible thought surfaced in his mind.

Ling Yun's Divine Wood Ape could control plants, and his Flame Crane could breathe fire. Could this Iron Fist Tiger... control metal?

At the thought, Tang San's face filled with disbelief. If that was true, how was he supposed to defeat Ling Yun?

"Ah!!!"

Suddenly, Xiao Wu let out a cry of pain, immediately drawing Tang San's attention.

Two Dragon Whisker Needles had struck Xiao Wu's lower leg. Blood spurted from the wound, and she could barely stand. She collapsed to the ground, crying out in pain.

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. Just then, Ling Yun spoke in an unhurried voice. "Xiao Wu's been hurt, Tang San. Are you sure you still want to fight me?"

"There's no need. I lost this match..."

Even the Dragon Whisker Needles couldn't hurt Ling Yun, and Tang San had no choice but to admit defeat. He went to Xiao Wu's side and used a special technique to remove the Dragon Whisker Needles.

And so, the match between Ling Yun and the Shrek Seven Devils ended with Ling Yun's victory.