Eight Spider Lances, Shattered! Stepping on Tang San!

Qin Feng looked down coldly at the rolling ball of flesh, his bone wings flapping gently once more.

A fierce gust of wind manifested out of thin air.

Ma Hongjun was sent flying like a punctured ball, tracing a parabola through the air before slamming heavily onto the floor beneath the arena.

His clothes had been burned away completely, revealing his pale, flabby flesh, which was now covered in blue-purple frostbite and charred burn marks.

His miserable appearance was truly too ghastly to look at.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the corner of the arena, watching the fat boy's current wretched state, and instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Too ruthless.

"Fatty!"

Tang San, who had just climbed to his feet, saw this scene and his eyes nearly split from rage.

Dai Mubai's life or death was unknown, Xiao Wu had been thrown off the stage, and now even Ma Hongjun had been crippled.

"He deserved it."

Dugu Yan, standing behind Qin Feng, let out a cold snort, her emerald eyes filled with satisfaction.

"This dead fatty was staring at my legs before he got on stage earlier; he was disgusting. It would be best if he burned to death."

Although Ye Lingling did not speak, she nodded slightly, and the Nine Heart Begonia in her hand showed no intention of healing Ma Hongjun.

Below the stage.

Flender saw his direct disciple beaten into such a state and trembled with heartache, rushing over to use his soul power to help Ma Hongjun suppress the fire poison within his body.

Yu Xiaogang's face was also livid, his hands gripping the railing tightly.

"This child's heart is so vicious! This is just a competition, yet he uses such heavy-handed tactics!"

On the stage.

Qin Feng's gaze shifted, finally landing on the figure with the Eight Spider Lances sprouting from his back.

"It's your turn."

The four plain words struck Tang San's heart like a heavy hammer.

Tang San took a deep breath, his Mysterious Heaven Skill circulating frantically within his body to forcibly suppress the fear in his heart.

He was a disciple of the Tang Sect; he still had hidden weapons and his External Soul Bone. He could not lose!

"Die!"

Tang San roared, the eight spider lances on his back plunging into the ground simultaneously, acting like a giant spring to launch him into the air.

The eight long spears crisscrossed in the air, forming a web of death, heading straight for Qin Feng's vitals.

Qin Feng hovered in mid-air, watching the "spider-man" rushing toward him, a mocking curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

This level of attack was pitifully slow in his eyes.

Just as the Eight Spider Lances were about to touch him.

The wings behind Qin Feng snapped open to their limit, then slammed downward with immense force.

BOOM!

That was not wind pressure; it was a pure energy shockwave.

The might of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was released without reservation at this moment.

CRACK!

A crisp snapping sound rang out.

Tang San's Eight Spider Lances, as hard as iron, were as fragile as withered branches before those jade-boned wings of light.

Two of the spider lances snapped directly, and green, poisonous blood splattered everywhere.

The massive impact struck Tang San squarely in the chest.

"Pfft—"

Tang San was like a fly struck by a giant hammer, plummeting downward at a speed even faster than when he had charged up.

BANG!

The hard granite floor was smashed into a large crater.

Dust filled the air.

Tang San lay at the bottom of the pit, blood spraying wildly from his mouth, his clothes shredded to reveal the collapsed ribs beneath.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Another single move.

He hadn't even used his hands, merely a flap of his wings.

Dugu Yan's cherry lips parted slightly; although she knew Qin Feng was strong, she had never imagined he would be strong to this extent.

In Ye Lingling's perpetually melancholy eyes, there was now only that figure hovering in the air.

Is this their captain?

On the other side, the original captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Team, Yu Tianheng, was staring fixedly at Qin Feng.

He had initially been unconvinced, feeling that he had only lost to Tang San due to carelessness, and that Qin Feng had merely been lucky enough to pick up the scraps.

But now, watching Tang San—the man who had defeated him—lying like a dead dog before Qin Feng, Yu Tianheng was completely convinced.

That kind of strength left one without even the courage to give chase.

"So strong..."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Qin Feng, her eyes somewhat dazed.

Although this man had been flippant with her and was arrogant to a fault, this overwhelming power held a fatal attraction for someone like her, who had been born into such brutal family competition.

In the second-floor VIP room.

Xue Qinghe gently set down his teacup, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"It's over."

"The Shrek Seven Devils? They are nothing more than a group of children who haven't grown up yet."

On the arena stage.

Tang San's fingers twitched at the bottom of the crater.

He was unwilling to accept this.

He possessed Twin Martial Souls, he had Innate Full Soul Power, and he was a transmigrator.

How could he possibly lose to someone of the same age?

And to suffer such a crushing defeat, where he was completely unable to fight back?

"I... haven't lost yet!"

Tang San bit through the blood in his mouth and stood up shakily.

His left hand was hidden behind his back, the markings of the Clear Sky Hammer flickering faintly.

Just as he prepared to make a desperate final stand, a shadow loomed over him.

Qin Feng had arrived before him without him even noticing.

Before Tang San could make a move, a foot clad in a black combat boot slammed heavily onto his face.

Bang!

The back of Tang San's head made intimate contact with the ground once more.

That foot was like the Five Elements Mountain, pinning his head firmly to the floor; no matter how he struggled, it remained immovable.

"Ahhh!!!"

A beast-like low growl erupted from Tang San's throat.

Humiliation.

Unprecedented humiliation.

To be trampled underfoot and rubbed into the dirt in front of tens of thousands of people, in front of Xiao Wu.

This was more painful than death itself.

"Tang San is actually being trampled underfoot..."

Ning Rong covered her mouth, unable to believe the scene before her.

That was the ever-confident Third Brother, the man whose plans never failed!

In a corner below the stage, Xiao Wu saw this scene, tears streaming down her face.

"Brother!!"

She wanted to rush up, but was held back firmly by Liu Erlong.

"Don't go! If you go up there, you're just throwing your life away!"

Although Liu Erlong was hot-tempered, she could see that Qin Feng hadn't even used his full strength. If Xiao Wu were to interfere now, she would likely be in mortal danger.

Yu Xiaogang was trembling with rage, pointing at Qin Feng on the stage and shouting:

"Stop! Stop immediately! Killing someone is one thing, but what kind of skill is it to humiliate him like this?!"

Qin Feng paid no heed to the barking from below.

He looked down at Tang San beneath his foot, pressing his toe down with a slight increase in pressure.

"With only this much ability, you dare to call yourselves the Monster Academy?"

"Who gave you the courage?"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot; the pain of being crushed was far less intense than the shattering of his pride.

Countless gazes from the surroundings held shock, mockery, and pity.

These stares were like knives, stabbing into his heart.

He wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, wishing for all of this to be nothing more than a nightmare.

"Get lost."

Qin Feng seemed to have grown bored.

He exerted force with his foot, as if kicking a pebble by the roadside.

Bang!

Tang San's body slid across the ground, flying directly past the edge of the arena and rolling to the feet of Xiao Wu and Yu Xiaogang.