Who is the Real Monster? Kneel When You Speak!

The dilapidated village outside Suotuo City seemed to have been hit with a mute button.

The once-noisy registration site was now so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Only the lingering warmth of golden divinity in the air and the drifting dust silently recounted the earth-shattering battle that had just occurred.

"The tenth move."

Su Yun's voice, cold and clear as jade, broke the deathly silence.

High in the air, the phantom of the Judgment Angel behind him had not vanished; instead, baptized by the battle, it had become even more solid. Its six wings fluttered slightly, each feather radiating a pressure that made the souls of spirit masters tremble.

Su Yun descended slowly from the sky, his white robes pristine, not even a corner of his clothing ruffled by the intense combat.

Before him, the hard mud ground had been transformed into a massive crater ten meters in diameter.

At the center of the pit, the man who once shook the spirit master world—the seventy-sixth-level Spirit Saint known as the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji—lay in the dirt in a wretched state.

His pride and joy, the Vajra Bear spirit, had long since been forced back into his body. His thick, muscular frame was now covered in purple and blue bruises, and his once-imposing round face was swollen like a ripe pig's head, blood streaming from his nose as his aura withered to the extreme.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

Zhao Wuji coughed violently, and with every hack, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spilled from the corners of his mouth.

In his murky eyes, the previous ferocity and unruliness were gone, replaced only by an extreme terror of an unknown power.

He had lost.

He had lost to a teenager in his teens who was only at the twentieth-something level.

And the opponent had used only ten moves.

Su Yun walked step by step to the edge of the crater, then leaped, landing lightly upon Zhao Wuji's chest.

Thud.

A muffled sound echoed.

Su Yun's cloud-patterned boots, which looked light and delicate, now felt as heavy as a thousand jun, pinning the Spirit Saint's sternum firmly to the ground.

"Ugh...!"

Zhao Wuji let out a painful groan, lacking even the strength to resist.

Su Yun looked down at him from above, a mocking curve playing on his lips. He tapped his folding fan against his palm, creating a pat-pat sound, each strike feeling like a slap to the face of Shrek Academy.

"The Immovable Wisdom King?"

Su Yun's voice was not loud, but bolstered by spirit power, it carried across several miles.

"I must say, your turtle shell is indeed quite hard. But that is all it is—hard. In the face of absolute judgment, no matter how thick the skin, you are nothing more than a lamb waiting for the slaughter."

Zhao Wuji's face flushed red from the pressure, filled with shame and rage, yet he could not utter a single word.

At this moment, the onlookers—parents and students alike—finally snapped out of their extreme shock.

"He won... he actually won!"

A candidate waiting to register trembled with excitement.

"Defeating a Spirit Saint head-on in ten moves! Is he even human? This is what a real monster looks like!"

"Well fought! That was magnificent!"

A parent who had just had his registration fee snatched by Li Yusong suddenly began to clap.

"This so-called Shrek Academy talks about rules at every turn, yet they couldn't even take ten moves from a young man! I see them for what they are—a crooked shop scamming people for money. This young master has truly rid the people of a scourge!"

"Right! Rid the people of a scourge! Refund! Give us back our hard-earned money!"

In an instant, applause thundered, and shouts rose one after another.

The commoners, who had previously been filled with awe for Shrek Academy, saw Zhao Wuji being trampled like a dead dog by Su Yun, and their fear instantly transformed into fury.

At the edge of the crowd, Tang San stood frozen, his mind blank, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!!!"

Tang San stared fixedly at Su Yun's imposing back, the purple light in his eyes trembling violently.

He had practiced his Hidden Weapons and Mysterious Heaven Skill diligently, believing himself to be the chosen one, thinking that his ability to fight above his level was already world-shaking.

Yet, the Su Yun before him had shattered his pride in a way he could not comprehend.

"That is a Spirit Saint! A being I have to look up to—how could he be defeated so miserably?"

Tang San looked at the Sleeve Arrow in his hand, the trump card he had once been so proud of, now appearing utterly ridiculous.

Before Su Yun, he felt like a child holding a toy gun, challenging a true god.

A sense of defeat and deep jealousy, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his heart.

Beside him, Yu Xiaogang's zombie-like face had completely collapsed.

His brain, which prided itself on invincible theory, was now filled with nothing but garbled code.

"Level suppression... spirit suppression... spirit power foundation... this makes no sense! This completely defies the logic of the spirit master world!"

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his face deathly pale.

"Could it be... that a god-level martial soul can truly ignore a gap of several dozen levels? If that is the case, hasn't my research of so many years become a joke?"

Su Yun paid no mind to the wailing of these minor characters.

He exerted a slight force with his foot, drawing a miserable shriek from Zhao Wuji, and then spoke with an expressionless face:

"Zhao Wuji, as a Soul Saint, you could have been a powerful figure in this world, protecting the common people and benefiting the land. But what about you?"

"You style yourself as the Immovable Wisdom King, yet you hide in this remote little village, following that money-grubbing scoundrel Flender, engaging in the business of swindling money and misleading the youth."

Su Yun pointed toward the commoners in the distance who had been swindled out of their registration fees and looked sickly, his voice gradually turning cold:

"Ten Gold Soul Coins is the cost of living for an ordinary family for several years. You demand it without hesitation, and you don't refund it even after eliminating them. Holding onto this ill-gotten money while living in this dilapidated shack, does your conscience not ache?"

"You claim it is to cultivate monsters, but I see you are merely using these so-called geniuses to satisfy your own ridiculous vanity."

"Today is just a small warning; breaking a few of your ribs is merely the interest. If I see you Shrek people bullying the kind or swindling others again..."

Golden light flared intensely in Su Yun's eyes, and a murderous aura instantly enveloped Zhao Wuji's entire body.

"I will dismantle your old bones and feed them to the dogs!"

Having said that, Su Yun tapped his toes and leaped out of the crater as light as a swallow, not even glancing back at Zhao Wuji.

Ning Rongrong stood in the crowd, her beautiful eyes now turned into heart shapes, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

"So handsome! This is what a true powerhouse looks like!"

Although Ning Rongrong was spoiled and willful, the people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect revered strength above all else.

In the past, the core disciples of the sect were always submissive to her, which she felt was only natural and even despised deep down.

But someone like Su Yun, who could kick a Soul Saint around like a ball while pointing a finger at his nose to scold him for misleading the youth, completely struck a chord with this young princess's rebellious heart.

"What Dai Mubai, what Oscar—they aren't even fit to carry his shoes in front of that guy, are they?"

Ning Rongrong covered her burning cheeks, her mind filled with nothing but that sharp, whip-like kick Su Yun had just delivered.

Zhu Zhuqing also took a deep look at Su Yun.

Although she remained cold and aloof, her tightly clenched fists betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

This man could truly, as the Diary said, lead her to rewrite her destiny.

Su Yun walked over to Xiao Wu, took the folding fan from her hand, and snapped it open; he was once again the graceful, dashing young nobleman.

"Let's go. The air here is too foul; smelling it for too long ruins one's appetite."

Just then, the system's notification sound arrived in Su Yun's mind right on cue:

[Ding! Because the host has forcefully crushed Zhao Wuji and completely shattered the dignity of Shrek Academy's first barrier, reward: Villain Points +10,000!]

[Ding! Detected that the favorability of the key character "Ning Rongrong" has skyrocketed. Current status: Extreme Adoration.]

[Ding! Causality correction: Tang San's self-confidence has suffered a devastating blow. Luck Points -500.]

The corners of Su Yun's mouth curled up slightly, and in a pleasant mood, he took out that black Diary.

[Daily Check-in: Phase one of the Shrek Academy demolition plan is complete.]

[I have to say, the texture of Zhao Wuji as a sandbag is quite good. Thick-skinned and fleshy, perfect for tempering soul power. However, to be at this level at level seventy-six, the quality of Shrek is truly getting lower and lower.]

[Watching Tang San's expression—wanting to kill me yet not daring to move—makes me feel refreshed in body and mind. Little San, oh Little San, is this all it takes to break you? The good show has only just begun.]

[But come to think of it, the ones in Shrek who disgust me the most aren't just these old geezers. That Oscar, who spends all day shouting "I Have a Sausage" and fancies himself a romantic while actually being lecherous, is probably lurking nearby, right?]

[Since he's here, I might as well wipe them all out at once. Next, I'll start with that sausage seller.]