Phainon Slays the Blue Dragon with One Strike! The Might of Destruction!

"Xinglan, I'll handle this!"

"Don't worry, I'll handle his physical needs!"

Okay, be careful, Senior Brother Chen Feng!

Upon hearing his words, Ye Xinglan joined the battle against Bai Yuan.

A Ruheng's gaze shifted from Ye Xinglan to Chen Feng.

Every inch of the Golden Wolf Emperor's muscles contained explosive power.

A Ruheng grinned.

Golden Wolf Emperor, second only to Yu Yuanheng in close combat, is the undisputed number two among the Shrek Seven Devils.

A Ruheng stomped his foot, and his burly figure rushed towards Chen Feng like a cannonball.

Chen Feng watched the burly figure charging towards him, his golden wolf eyes narrowing slightly.

He believed in his own body.

Among those of the same rank, only a handful can break through his defenses.

He switched places with A Ruheng, intending to use his own advantages to overwhelm Aruheng's weaknesses.

He charged towards A Ruheng, his golden claws tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

They crashed down with a resounding clang.

A visible shockwave exploded across the field.

Chen Feng suddenly stopped, then took several steps back.

His arm was numb, his blood was churning inside him, and he felt extremely uncomfortable all over.

His Diamond Body appeared so fragile in front of A Ruheng.

The Earth-Splitting Heavy Fist slammed into Chen Feng's arms one after another, each punch forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Each punch sent his blood surging.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, wanting to fight back.

But A Ruheng's punches were too fast, too heavy, and too frequent; he didn't even have a chance to catch his breath.

"Holy crap, is that a monster?"

Chen Feng forced out a sentence through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and bitter.

His physical strength was already top-notch among those of the same level, but it was still insufficient in front of A Ruheng.

His supposedly Diamond Body was as fragile as paper.

With each blow, he would let out a painful howl.

The sound was so piercing that the audience in the stands couldn't help but turn their faces away.

In the stands, the clamor of 100,000 people subsided slightly at that moment.

All eyes were focused on the two burly figures, or more precisely, on A Ruheng's relentless barrage of iron fists.

One punch, two punches, three punches.

Each punch carried the brute force capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Each punch landed on Chen Feng's body, producing a dull thud.

Leng Yaozhu's gaze lingered on A Ruheng for a moment.

She had seen body-refining experts from the Body Sect, but she had never seen a young man like A Ruheng who could push his physical strength to the extreme.

Leng Yaozhu turned her head to look at Mu Ye.

"Congratulations! He's destined for great things."

Mu Ye withdrew his gaze, unable to suppress the smile on his lips, and waved his hand.

But the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide.

"Not at all, not at all, we're still far from it, far from it."

He spoke modestly, but inside he was overjoyed.

From the day he entered the school, A Ruheng knew that this child was no ordinary person.

He has good talent and a good character.

Today, in front of 100,000 people, A Ruheng used his iron fists to demonstrate the might of the Body Sect.

"Good lad, I'll give you extra food when you get back!"

On the field, A Ruheng punched Chen Feng in the chest.

The Golden Wolf Emperor's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding several meters away.

The golden fur was soaked in blood.

He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

A Ruheng withdrew his fist, looked down at Chen Feng, and scratched his head.

Are you alright?

His tone was so sincere it made you want to punch him.

Chen Feng opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

He struggled to stand up, braced himself with his arms, but fell heavily back down.

He gritted his teeth and stood up on his own.

He can lose, but he can't lose face for Shrek.

In the stands, cheers, applause, and whistles blended together.

Some people were shouting "The Body Sect," while others were shouting "A Ruheng."

On the field of the Heavenly Sea Grand Competition.

The name "Body Sect" was uttered by 100,000 people simultaneously for the first time.

Mu Ye listened to the cheers, the smile on his lips deepened.

After so many years of decline, the Body Sect has finally produced a disciple whose name can be remembered throughout the entire continent.

On Shrek's side, Chen Feng lost, and Yao Yue also lost.

The support character was taken down by Gu Yuena all by herself.

Of the seven Shrek Seven Devils, only three remain standing.

Bai Yuan withdrew his gaze, shifted his feet, and leaped back several feet.

He deftly escaped from the gap between the three attackers.

The Dawnmaker was drawn from the void, and the pale golden patterns on its blade suddenly lit up in the sunlight.

"Sorry, they've finished over there."

"I'm not playing with you anymore."

Bai Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

A murmur arose from the stands.

"Mad!"

"That's outrageous!"

Some say he has the confidence, while others say Shrek is likely to fail this time.

Yu Yuanheng, Ye Xinglan, and Chu Yan exchanged a glance.

They felt an unprecedented sense of oppression emanating from Bai Yuan.

It didn't feel like facing a rival of the same age.

Instead, they were facing an ancient, Ferocious Beast that had just woken up.

They exchanged a glance and simultaneously unleashed their most powerful techniques.

Yu Yuanheng roared in a low voice, "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's secret technique!"

Dragon Transformation.

The blue-purple scales on its arms suddenly became even more ferocious, and its claws were no different from dragon claws, with arcs of electricity leaping from its fingertips and lightning Entanglement around its arms.

He pushed his Dragon Transformation to its limit, and even his shoulders and chest began to show scattered scales.

Ye Xinglan's third Soul Ring lit up, and a purple light exploded in the sunlight.

Third Soul Skill

Star-Falling Sword.

The starlight on the Stargod Sword reached its peak at this moment, and the entire sword transformed into a dazzling galaxy.

The sword tip pointed at Bai Yuan, and a galaxy poured out from it.

It transformed into countless fine sword energies, overwhelming and enveloping Bai Yuan.

Chu Yan's Second Soul Ring and third Soul Ring lit up simultaneously, creating a double effect of Magma Hell and Blazing Heaven-Burning.

Flames exploded from beneath his feet, and magma surged from the ground. The two flames intertwined, transforming into a roaring fire dragon that lunged at Bai Yuan.

The three joined forces, unleashing three of their strongest attacks simultaneously upon Bai Yuan.

Even the spectators in the stands held their breath.

Is there really anyone who can withstand an attack of this level?

Bai Yuan closed his eyes.

The Dawnmaker was held horizontally in front of him, First Soul Ring lit up, followed by his Second Soul Ring.

Two Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring spun rapidly around him, their black light devouring all surrounding light.

Then, behind him, the phantom of a pair of wings slowly unfolded.

In that instant, Yu Yuanheng, Ye Xinglan, and Chu Yan simultaneously felt an immense Heavy Pressure, like a mountain descending from the sky.

The wings were just an illusion, but the aura of Destruction made it hard for them to breathe.

Bai Yuan opened his eyes.

The Dawnmaker, slashed forward.

Golden sword energy exploded from the blade.

The sword light was like a bolt of lightning, like a galaxy, like divine punishment, slicing through Yu Yuanheng's lightning, slicing through Ye Xinglan's galaxy, and slicing through Chu Yan's fire dragon.

The three's most prized and strongest attacks were like paper before this golden sword energy.

It was split in two, without even a chance to struggle.

The moment the sword energy struck, all three were simultaneously blasted away.

The Dragon Transformation scales on Yu Yuanheng's arms shattered one by one under the impact of the sword energy, revealing his mangled arms underneath.

Ye Xinglan's Stargod Sword flew out of her hand, twirled several times in the air, and stuck into the competition stage in the distance, the starlight on the sword completely dimmed.

The flames around Chu Yan were completely extinguished, and he fell heavily to the ground like a piece of charred charcoal.

The clamor of 100,000 people in the stands completely vanished at that moment.

After a brief silence, a deafening chorus of screams erupted.

"One sword kills three?"

"Shrek's genius can't even withstand a single sword strike?"

"Just what kind of monster is that boy in the Spirit Pagoda?"

Bai Yuan sheathed his sword, and the phantom image of the pair of wings behind him slowly retracted.

Yu Yuanheng lay amidst the rubble, gazing at the sky, blood dripping from his arm and staining the ground beneath him.

He had never lost so thoroughly in his entire life.

They didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Bai Yuan looked at the three disheveled figures and did not continue the pursuit.

The outcome is already decided; there's no need to push for a complete rout.

He turned and walked towards Gu Yuena, leaving without looking back.

"Your teamwork is good, but it's still far from perfect."