Qin Feng coldly watched the ball of flesh rolling around below, then gently beat his bone wings again.
A gust of wind sprang up out of nowhere.
Ma Hongjun was like a punctured ball, tossed straight into the air. He traced an arc through the sky before crashing heavily onto the floor below the stage.
His clothes had been burned away completely, revealing his pale, flabby flesh, now covered in purplish bruises, frostbite, and blackened burn marks.
His miserable appearance was almost too horrible to look at.
Zhu Zhuqing stood in a corner of the stage. Seeing the fat man's pitiful state, she instinctively swallowed.
That was brutal.
"Fatty!"
Tang San had just gotten back to his feet. Seeing this, his eyes nearly split with rage.
Dai Mubai's fate was unknown, Xiao Wu had been thrown off the stage, and now Ma Hongjun had been crippled too.
"Serves him right."
Dugu Yan, standing behind Qin Feng, gave a cold snort. Her emerald eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
"That disgusting fatty was staring at my legs before he went onstage. He was so revolting. He deserved to be burned."
Ye Lingling said nothing, but nodded slightly. She had no intention of using the Nine Heart Begonia in her hands to heal Ma Hongjun.
Below the stage.
Seeing his prized disciple beaten like this, Flender trembled with heartache. He hurried over and used his Soul Power to suppress the fire poison inside Ma Hongjun.
Yu Xiaogang's face was also ashen, his hands gripping the railing tightly.
"This boy is so vicious! This is only a competition, yet he's gone this far!"
Onstage.
Qin Feng's gaze shifted, finally settling on the figure with eight Spider Lances growing from his back.
"Your turn."
Those four calm words struck Tang San's heart like a heavy hammer.
Tang San drew a deep breath. The Mysterious Heaven Skill surged wildly through his body, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.
He was a disciple of the Tang Sect. He still had Hidden Weapons and an External Soul Bone. He couldn't lose!
"Die!"
Tang San roared. The eight Spider Lances on his back stabbed into the ground all at once, acting like a giant spring and launching his entire body into the air.
The eight lances crossed in midair, forming a web of death that shot straight toward Qin Feng's vital points.
Qin Feng hovered in the air, watching the "spider man" charge at him with a mocking smile on his lips.
An attack of this level looked laughably slow to him.
Just as the Eight Spider Lances were about to touch him,
Qin Feng's wings flung wide behind him, stretching to their full span before beating down with tremendous force.
Boom!
It wasn't a gust of wind. It was pure energy crashing down.
The might of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was unleashed without restraint.
Crack!
A sharp snapping sound rang out.
Tang San's iron-hard Eight Spider Lances were as brittle as dead branches before those wings of jade bone.
Two of the lances snapped clean off, green poisonous blood spraying through the air.
The tremendous impact slammed straight into Tang San's chest.
"Pfft—"
Tang San shot back down faster than he had charged upward, like a fly struck by a giant hammer.
Bang!
The hard granite floor caved into a huge crater.
Dust billowed everywhere.
Tang San lay at the bottom of the crater, coughing up blood. His chest had caved in, and his clothes had burst open, exposing his broken ribs.
The entire arena fell silent.
Another single move.
He hadn't even lifted a hand—just beaten his wings once.
Dugu Yan's cherry-red lips parted slightly. She knew Qin Feng was strong, but she had never imagined he could be this powerful.
In Ye Lingling's usually melancholy eyes, only the figure hovering in the air remained.
Was this their captain?
On the other side, Yu Tianheng, the Heaven Dou Royal Team's former captain, stared fixedly at Qin Feng.
He had still been unconvinced before, thinking he'd only lost to Tang San because he'd been careless, and that Qin Feng had simply gotten lucky and picked up the leftovers.
But now, seeing Tang San—the man who had defeated him—reduced to a dead dog before Qin Feng, Yu Tianheng was thoroughly convinced.
Qin Feng's strength was so overwhelming, it left a person with no courage even to try to catch up.
"So strong..."
Zhu Zhuqing gazed at Qin Feng, her eyes slightly unfocused.
This man might have taken liberties with her, and he might have been arrogant.
But such overwhelming strength held a fatal allure for someone like her, born into a family locked in cruel competition.
On the second floor, in the VIP lounge.
Xue Qinghe gently set down his teacup, a knowing smile spreading across his face.
"It's over."
"The Shrek Seven Devils? They're nothing but a bunch of children who haven't grown up yet."
On the stage.
Tang San's fingers twitched at the bottom of the crater.
He wasn't willing to accept this.
He had Twin Martial Souls. He had Innate Full Soul Power. He was a transmigrator.
How could he lose to someone his own age?
And lose so utterly, without even the power to fight back?
"I... haven't lost!"
Tang San clenched his teeth around the blood in his mouth and staggered to his feet.
He held his left hand behind his back. The markings of the Clear Sky Hammer shimmered faintly.
Just as he prepared to risk everything in one last attack,
a shadow fell over him.
Qin Feng had somehow landed in front of him.
Before Tang San could react, a foot clad in a black combat boot came down hard on his face.
Bang!
The back of Tang San's head slammed against the ground once more.
That foot pinned his head to the ground like a mountain pressing down on him. No matter how he struggled, it didn't budge.
"Ahhh!!"
A bestial growl rose from Tang San's throat.
Humiliation.
The worst humiliation he had ever suffered.
In front of tens of thousands of people—and in front of Xiao Wu—someone was grinding his face beneath his foot.
It felt worse than death.
"Tang San's been trampled underfoot..."
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing.
That was the ever-confident third brother who always had a plan for everything!
In a corner below the stage, Xiao Wu watched with tears streaming down her face.
"Brother!!"
She tried to rush forward, but Liu Erlong held her back firmly.
"Don't go! You'd only be throwing your life away!"
Liu Erlong might have had a fiery temper, but she could see that Qin Feng wasn't using his full strength. If Xiao Wu went up and interfered, she might truly be in mortal danger.
Yu Xiaogang was trembling with rage. Pointing at Qin Feng onstage, he shouted:
"Stop! Stop at once! Once someone's dead, it's over! What kind of skill is there in humiliating him like this?!"
Qin Feng paid no attention to the barking from below the stage.
He looked down at Tang San and ground his toe against him slightly.
"With skills like these, you dare call yourselves Monster Academy?"
"Who gave you the nerve?"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. The pain of being crushed was nothing compared to the agony of his pride being shattered.
Countless gazes surrounded him—some shocked, some mocking, some pitying.
They stabbed into his heart like knives.
He wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground. He wanted all of this to be nothing but a nightmare.
"Get lost."
Qin Feng seemed to have grown bored.
He put his weight behind his foot and kicked Tang San as if he were a stone lying by the roadside.
Thump!
Tang San's body skidded along the ground and flew straight over the edge of the stage, rolling to a stop at Xiao Wu and Yu Xiaogang's feet.