Shrek Battles the Titan Giant Ape, Suffering a Brutal Beating

Dai Mubai was the first to charge forward.

The white tiger markings on his right arm bulged as the muscles swelled dramatically. His fist, carrying a piercing howl of wind, slammed toward Er Ming's face.

Ma Hongjun followed close behind, spitting out a crimson pillar of fire. The wings of Phoenix Wing Soar snapped open behind him as he leaped into the air, raining flames down from above.

The two attacks came one after the other, sealing off every path Er Ming could have taken to evade.

Er Ming could not even be bothered to dodge.

It suddenly opened its mouth and let out an earth-shaking roar, the sound wave exploding straight ahead with Soul Power wrapped around it.

Dai Mubai's fist struck its face, yet it did not budge in the slightest.

It raised a hand and casually swatted him. Dai Mubai was sent flying as though he had been struck head-on by a full-speed carriage, launched off the ground and hurled backward into the railing at the edge of the Soul Arena platform with a heavy crash.

Dai Mubai hit the ground, his back burning with pain and his mind completely blank.

Only one thought remained in his heart: What kind of power is this? How could a Soul Elder-level soul beast be this strong?

Ma Hongjun's flames struck Er Ming squarely in the back. Crimson fire burst across its dark golden fur, scorching the air until it twisted and warped.

Er Ming turned its head and glanced at him, its expression as if it were looking at a moth.

With a casual sweep of its other paw, it sent Ma Hongjun flying sideways. He flipped twice in midair before crashing onto the ground.

Lying facedown, he retched, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as more than half the flames on his arm instantly went out.

Tang San made his move swiftly from the rear.

He thrust both hands forward, and Blue Silver Grass vines surged wildly from the ground, transforming into dozens of thick grass serpents that coiled around Er Ming's limbs and torso.

He shouted, "I'll hold it down! Take this chance—"

Before he could finish, Er Ming's muscles suddenly tensed. Dark golden Soul Power burst from its fur, and the Blue Silver Grass vines snapped and shattered one after another, as though an invisible force had burst them apart from within.

The entire process took less than a breath.

The moment Er Ming broke free, it drove both fists toward Tang San at once.

Tang San activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track almost on instinct. His toes tapped the ground three times in rapid succession, and his body became an afterimage as he dodged to the side.

The wind from the punch grazed his shoulder and struck the spot where he had just been standing, blasting a shallow crater into the ground with a boom.

Tang San staggered back several steps, a tear ripped into the fabric at his shoulder by the shockwave.

He assessed the situation rapidly. This soul beast's strength was absurd. At full power, it was not even weaker than Teacher Zhao's Martial Soul Avatar.

His Blue Silver Grass was like paper before the opponent's absolute strength, utterly incapable of restraining it.

On the other side of the Soul Arena platform, Xiao Wu had pulled Zhu Zhuqing aside the instant Er Ming charged in. She had no intention of making a move at all.

She hid at the edge of the platform with both hands on the railing, her bright eyes fixed on the dark golden giant ape wreaking havoc.

The corners of her mouth kept rising.

She recognized it.

This was Er Ming.

Though its body had shrunk considerably and the color of its fur had changed, she could recognize its roar, its habitual movements when punching, and that overbearing aura unique to a Titan Giant Ape even with her eyes closed.

Since Er Ming was here, who else could Wang Tiezhu be?

Xiao Wu mentally pulled out that old score. Bai Yi had disguised himself as that rough-looking middle-aged man to fight in the Soul Arena, yet he had not come looking for her.

She had been at the Soto Great Soul Arena for so many days, but that guy had not shown his face even once.

She secretly ground her teeth, deciding that she would settle the score with him after this fight.

Zhu Zhuqing, whose wrist Xiao Wu was holding, glanced at her in confusion. "What are you doing? The captain and the others are holding them off up front. Shouldn't we be cutting in from the side?"

Xiao Wu waved a hand. "No rush. Let's watch for now. That uncle on the other side isn't simple. I think I know him."

Although Zhu Zhuqing was puzzled, seeing Xiao Wu's absolute certainty, she stayed where she was with her instead of moving.

The only person still desperately supporting Tang San was Ye Qingge.

He stood at the point farthest from the center of the Soul Arena platform, his hands held loosely before his chest. The shadow of a lark kept chirping on his shoulder.

Spirit Sound Amplification, Song of Rejuvenation—layer after layer of pale green light spread from the sound of his zither and fell onto Tang San.

His buffs were far less immediate than the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's had once been, but they were steady and sustained. He could replenish another layer every few breaths, barely maintaining Tang San's Soul Power recovery rate.

Watching Tang San get forced back by the shockwave, Ye Qingge's knuckles turned white around the strings as he stomped his foot anxiously.

He hated that his martial soul was not strong enough, leaving him able to do nothing but worry from here.

Oscar hid at the very back of the team, clutching several sausages in his hands. At last, he spotted an opening.

He hurried over and stuffed sausages into Dai Mubai's and Ma Hongjun's hands. "Eat these and take off! Let's attack from the air! That thing doesn't seem to fly very well!"

Dai Mubai forced himself to his feet and took a bite of the Flying Mushroom Sausage.

Ma Hongjun also struggled to rise, his cheeks stuffed full.

The instant the sausages entered their stomachs, their bodies became light. A pair of translucent wings faintly formed behind each of them, and they shot into the air at the same time.

Dai Mubai twisted in midair and unleashed his third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, at full force. The muscles all over his body swelled as he roared and dove toward Er Ming.

Ma Hongjun ignited both Phoenix Wing Soar and Fire-Bathed Phoenix at once. The flames around his body surged to their peak, turning him into a crimson fireball that smashed down from another direction.

Er Ming looked up at the two figures descending from the sky, a trace of contempt flashing through its golden eyes.

Its four legs lowered slightly, then it kicked hard against the ground.

Gravity Control.

The two diving figures seemed to slam into an invisible iron wall, their speed abruptly plummeting.

They felt an immense pulling force rise from the ground and viciously drag their bodies downward, as though ten thousand hands had seized their ankles.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun lost control and crashed to the ground at the same time, their backs slamming heavily into the Spirit Arena floor with two dull impacts.

The two lay there, staring blankly.

The third soul skills they had prepared in midair were torn apart by gravity before they could even make a move.

Tang San stood in the middle of the ruin-like Spirit Arena, watching his teammates fall one after another, his chest heaving violently.

There was nowhere left for him to retreat.

His right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and a sound of bones writhing came from his back.

Eight dark-purple spider legs burst through his clothes from his back, spreading through the air. Their sharp lance tips gleamed with a cold, sinister light beneath the arena lights.

Tang San gave a low shout. The Eight Spider Lances spread wide, and he charged straight at Er Ming.