Dai Mubai?! One Punch KO!

The rest area for the Shrek Seven Devils was located right beside the arena.

Hearing the host's words, Ma Hongjun chuckled, the fat on his face quivering as his small eyes filled with mockery.

"Boss Dai, it seems we overestimated that so-called Qin Feng."

"He's probably wetting his pants in bed right now, busy washing them."

Dai Mubai crossed his arms over his chest, his long golden hair stirring without a breeze, a trace of disdain flickering in his Evil-Eyed White Tiger eyes.

"As expected."

"He was always just a guy who climbed up on luck; when it comes to a real head-on collision, it's only natural for his true colors to be revealed."

Tang San stood to the side, his expression remaining indifferent, though he shook his head slightly.

"Regardless of whether the opponent shows up or not, we must be prepared for battle. That is the mindset of the strong."

Although he said this, the faint trace of contempt deep in his eyes could not be concealed.

In his view, fleeing before a battle was the greatest taboo for a martial artist.

Lacking even the courage to face him, this Qin Feng was not worth worrying about.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Just as the host raised his hand, preparing to announce the end of the countdown.

From the shadows of the entrance tunnel, a sudden burst of hurried footsteps echoed.

"Coming, coming! What's the rush!"

A slightly lazy voice rang out.

Immediately after, under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes in the arena, Qin Feng swaggered out.

However, his method of entry made everyone's eyes widen.

Qin Feng was seen working both sides, his left arm draped around the slender, supple waist of Dugu Yan, while his right arm held the rounded, fragrant shoulders of Ye Lingling.

He walked out almost hanging off the two beauties.

The three were so close that one could even see Dugu Yan's dark green hair brushing against Qin Feng's face.

Did this look like he was here to fight?

It was more like a playboy who had just crawled out of a den of pleasure, bringing his concubines out for a stroll.

Dugu Yan's face was flushed with two red blushes; despite her usually fiery personality, being held like this by Qin Feng in such a high-profile setting made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

If it were before, she would have already greeted him with a strike of Jade Phosphorous Serpent venom.

But thinking of the "interaction reward" rule in the diary before they left, she forcibly suppressed the urge to kick Qin Feng away.

Instead, her body softened slightly, and she leaned into Qin Feng's embrace even more cooperatively.

Ye Lingling was so shy that even her earlobes turned red, her head lowered, not daring to look at the audience.

Yet, her long legs, wrapped in black silk, stepped steadily, allowing Qin Feng's large hand to wreak havoc on her shoulder.

For the reward... for the soul power...

Ye Lingling kept hypnotizing herself in her heart.

"Finally made it."

Qin Feng yawned, released the two women, and stretched his neck, which let out a series of crisp cracks.

"Good thing I wasn't late, or the people who placed bets would have skinned me alive."

The host Doudou was stunned for a long moment before she reacted, hurriedly raising her microphone to shout:

"Since the Heaven Dou Royal Team has arrived, I announce that the soul fight begins!"

"Will both teams please release your martial souls!"

Following this command, the atmosphere on the soul fighting stage instantly tightened to the breaking point.

Qin Feng lifted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping across the Shrek Seven Devils opposite him.

He had to admit, although Yu Xiaogang's character was lacking, he did have a rigid formula for arranging his formation.

Standing at the very front to bear the pressure were naturally the Evil-Eyed White Tiger Dai Mubai and the Evil Fire Phoenix Ma Hongjun.

The two, one gold and one red, had their soul power surging, their momentum fierce.

Tang San stood in the center of the team, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul already swirling in his palm; he was clearly the control core of the entire team.

On the flanks of the formation, Xiao Wu and Zhuqing were crouched slightly, like cheetahs ready to pounce, prepared to cut into the wings at any moment.

As for the rear, there were the delicate Ning Rongrong and the bearded Oscar.

This was the most standard "two-one-two-two" formation.

"So these are the so-called Shrek Seven Devils?"

A playful smile hooked the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.

"Brothers, release your martial souls and show them what you've got!"

Following Qin Feng's command, the members of the Imperial Fighting Team simultaneously released their Martial Souls.

However, he did not make a move immediately, standing lazily in place instead.

"Charge!"

Opposite him, Dai Mubai let out a thunderous roar, his third soul ring suddenly lighting up.

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

His body instantly expanded, his bulging muscles tearing through his shirt as he charged forward with a violent momentum.

At the same time, the Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand shone brilliantly.

"First: Power! Second: Speed!"

Several rays of colorful light landed precisely on the members of Shrek.

Boosted by the effects, Zhu Zhuqing's speed surged instantly, turning her into a black phantom as she bypassed the front lines entirely.

Her goal was clear—Ye Lingling!

As long as they took out the opponent's only healing soul master, half the team battle would be won.

"Trying to flank the back row?"

Qin Feng's eyes flickered, and just as he was about to exert force to intercept, a golden figure blocked his path.

"Your opponent is me!"

Dai Mubai roared, his heterochromatic eyes filled with fighting spirit.

He had long been displeased with this guy who kept women on both arms; why should this brat be the captain and have such beautiful female teammates?

"White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

Dai Mubai opened his mouth to spit out a milky-white ball of light, then immediately lunged with his claws, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle as he aimed straight for Qin Feng's face.

Facing this fierce strike, Qin Feng didn't even release his Martial Soul.

He simply raised his right hand and clenched his fingers into a fist.

Then, he threw it out without any flashy techniques.

The punch looked plain and unremarkable, lacking even the slightest visual effect of soul power fluctuations.

But in Dai Mubai's eyes, that fist expanded in an instant, as if a mountain were descending from the sky, smashing toward him with an irresistible sense of oppression.

Bang!

A muffled sound echoed.

The moment Dai Mubai's White Tiger Intense Light Wave touched the wind of Qin Feng's punch, it burst like a soap bubble.

Immediately after, that fist slammed heavily into his crossed arms.

Crack.

The crisp sound of bone fracturing was piercingly loud in the noisy Soul Fighting Arena.

"What?!"

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted violently as he felt a massive force he couldn't possibly contend with.

His pride and joy, the White Tiger Vajra Transformation defense, was as fragile as paper in the face of this power.

Even though he had activated his first soul skill, White Tiger Protection Barrier, at the very last moment, it was to no avail.

Boom!

Dai Mubai was sent flying backward, his feet leaving the ground as if he had been struck by a high-speed Soul Guidance Train.

He traced a parabola through the air, slammed heavily onto the floor over ten meters away, and slid several more meters before coming to a stop.

A mouthful of blood sprayed violently onto the floor.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Ma Hongjun, who had been clamoring just a moment ago, had his eyes bulging out of their sockets, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

Boss Dai... was taken out in one punch?

And the opponent didn't even activate his Martial Soul?

How is this possible!