Qin Feng Humiliates Yu Xiaogang! Tang San Suffers a Crushing Defeat-Shrek Was Nothing Special!

"Brother!"

Xiao Wu rushed over and hugged Tang San, whose face was covered in blood, sobbing until tears streamed down her cheeks.

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly examined Tang San's injuries, and only then breathed a sigh of relief.

But the venomous hatred in his eyes grew stronger by the moment.

On the arena.

Only three people remained.

Qin Feng, Oscar and Ning Rongrong, who were trembling in a corner, and Zhu Zhuqing, whose expression was complicated.

Qin Feng patted some nonexistent dust from his pant leg and looked at the last few stragglers.

"What? Do you want me to invite you down?"

Ning Rongrong bit her lip. She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. When had she ever put up with this kind of humiliation?

"We haven't lost yet! As long as we still have a breath left..."

"Rongrong, I'll protect you!"

Though Oscar's knees were knocking, he still braced himself and stood in front of Ning Rongrong, wanting to show off in front of his goddess.

"I Have a Big Sausage..."

Before he could finish chanting the spell,

Qin Feng struck out with a palm from across the arena.

Smack!

Oscar and his sausage went flying, and he landed neatly off the arena.

"Quiet."

Qin Feng lowered his hand and looked at the two girls who remained.

Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded.

Her greatest source of support was gone. She was only a support-type Soul Master—what could she do against a violent maniac like this?

"I... I surrender."

Zhu Zhuqing was straightforward.

She gave Qin Feng a long look. Her eyes held three parts fear, three parts embarrassment, and four parts admiration that even she couldn't explain.

Then she helped Ning Rongrong, who was still in a daze, and jumped off the arena of her own accord.

And so, the Shrek Seven Devils were completely defeated.

After a brief, deathly silence, the Great Soul Arena erupted in cheers like a landslide and a roaring sea.

"We won! The Heaven Dou Royal Team won!"

"They're too strong! That was a massacre!"

"Hahahaha! I bet a thousand Gold Soul Coins on Qin Feng! Three to one odds! I'm rich!"

"Shrek? What kind of lousy Monster Academy is that? They're just a bunch of trash!"

The gamblers who had won big waved their tickets wildly, cursing the losers without mercy.

In a world where strength reigned supreme, losers had no excuses. They could only endure all the ridicule.

Flender heard the jeers of "trash" all around him, and his heart bled.

It wasn't just that his reputation had been ruined. More importantly, he'd bet every last coin he had on Shrek winning.

He'd lost it all.

"It's over... I'm really going bankrupt this time..."

Flender's face was ashen, and one of his eyeglass lenses had cracked.

As he fed Tang San medicine, Yu Xiaogang ground his teeth and said,

"That was too much... Qin Feng went way too far! He injured Mubai and Xiao San, and then... then he did that to Zhuqing!"

Remembering the scene of Qin Feng grabbing Zhu Zhuqing by the tail, Yu Xiaogang, the "Grandmaster," who fancied himself a gentleman, found it impossible to accept.

"That man is vile through and through. He has nothing but strength, and he'll surely become a scourge to the Soul Master World! We need to demand an explanation from the Great Soul Arena! We need to settle this with Qin Feng!"

Dai Mubai slowly came around. Hearing those words, his sinister eyes were filled with hatred.

"The Grandmaster is right! I can't swallow this!"

With Xiao Wu supporting him, Tang San managed to straighten up. As he watched the figure on the arena basking in the cheers, his fists clenched until they cracked.

"I'll repay today's humiliation a hundredfold someday!"

On the arena.

Supervisor Ao, the Great Soul Arena's manager, came over with a broad smile, holding a golden card in his hands.

"Captain Qin Feng, you truly are a young man of boundless talent!"

"This is the prize money for this Soul Fighting match, along with an extra victory bonus. Three million Gold Soul Coins in total. Please accept it."

Supervisor Ao bent low.

He'd watched the battle just now. This young man's potential and strength were extraordinary. As long as he didn't die young, he was certain to become a Titled Douluo in the future.

Qin Feng casually took the gold card and weighed it in his hand.

Three million. Not bad.

He turned to Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling behind him.

"Split this million between you. Consider it a welcome gift."

Dugu Yan rolled her eyes at him, crossing her arms as she said,

"Who wants your money? My grandfather is Poison Douluo. Do I look like someone who's short on money?"

Ye Lingling also spoke softly.

"I don't want it either. We didn't do a thing in this match. It would feel wrong to take it."

The Nine Heart Begonia family had few members, but every heir was treated as an honored guest by the great powers. They certainly weren't short of money.

Qin Feng shrugged.

"All right, you two rich ladies. I won't stand on ceremony, then."

He was about to leave the arena when he spotted a group of people blocking the competitors' entrance, looking ready for a fight.

They were none other than the people from Shrek, led by Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back. Though his clothes were plain, he made an effort to straighten his back and put on a dignified air.

Behind him stood Flender and Liu Erlong, both looking furious, along with the students, their faces swollen and bruised from the beating.

"Qin Feng! Stop right there!"

Yu Xiaogang barked.

Qin Feng stopped and looked down at the defeated lot.

"What is it?"

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, pointing at Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and the others, who were being supported, and spoke with righteous indignation.

"This was just an ordinary sparring match. You should have stopped once you'd made your point. Why did you have to be so vicious?"

"Xiao San and the others are only children. You not only seriously injured them, but humiliated them in front of everyone. Don't you owe us an explanation?"

Qin Feng looked at Yu Xiaogang as if he were an idiot.

He picked at his ear and asked with a baffled expression,

"Who are you?"

The three simple words struck Yu Xiaogang's face like an invisible slap.

His stiff face instantly turned liver-red.

Who was he, Yu Xiaogang?

He was the Grandmaster of the theoretical world! The Horn of Wisdom of the Golden Iron Triangle!

Was there anyone in the Soul Master World with even a little knowledge who hadn't heard of him?

And this young man had actually asked who he was?

It was obviously deliberate! A blatant humiliation!

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang was so furious that his fingers trembled.

Liu Erlong couldn't bear to watch any longer.

How could the man she had loved all her life tolerate such contempt from a junior?

She strode forward. The aura of her Fire Dragon Martial Soul flickered around her, and her still-beautiful face was full of anger.

"You ignorant brat! Open your dog eyes and look carefully!"

"The man standing before you is none other than the renowned theoretical Grandmaster of the Soul Master World, Mr. Yu Xiaogang!"

"His wisdom is unmatched, and his theories have guided countless Soul Masters along their path!"

Liu Erlong's voice rang out, carrying across half the Soul Fighting Arena.

She truly admired Yu Xiaogang. In her eyes, though this man lacked strength, the wisdom in his mind was a priceless treasure.

Qin Feng wasn't intimidated by Liu Erlong's imposing presence.

His gaze roamed over her from head to toe without the slightest restraint.

He had to admit, though she was a little older, her figure was undeniably stunning—ample where it should be and shapely where it should be, with the alluring air of a ripe, mature peach.