A Punch with Ten Thousand Years of Power!!

"Ye Ming, are you done yet?"

Wang Dong was practically on the verge of tears. He had never expected Ye Ming to be this strong!

He had unleashed Butterfly God's Light for a full half-quarter hour, nearly draining all the soul power in his body, yet he still had not managed to break through that layer of golden light.

Only now did he realize just how vast the gap between himself and Ye Ming truly was.

"That's all you've got?" Ye Ming felt the surging power within his body and was still not fully satisfied. "Fine, then back up a little."

That single sentence completely broke Wang Dong's composure.

He withdrew his Radiant Goddess Butterfly martial soul and silently walked over to the corner of the dormitory building.

"Kid, are you making your move now?" Yan Shaozhe put away his earlier disdain. He had already guessed that Ye Ming's skill was a soul skill capable of converting attacks into power.

Still, he had no intention of using his martial soul. In his eyes, no matter how strong a three-ringed Soul Elder was, could he really break through the defenses of a Super Douluo?

Even without using his martial soul, he was confident he could take this punch.

"Dean, please wait a little longer. I guarantee this punch will satisfy you."

"Fine! Charge up as much as you want. I'd like to see what this punch is all about."

Hearing that, Ye Ming happily activated his first and third soul skills again.

Golden Dragon's Strength!

Golden Dragon Phantom!

In an instant, golden light appeared around Ye Ming's golden dragon claws, and even the space around him began to tremble slightly.

He slowly clenched his right fist, and a ripple of spatial distortion spread out with the movement of his fist.

Just the simple act of clenching his fist made the nearby space groan with cracking sounds under the unbearable pressure.

Ye Ming lowered into a slight stance, pushing his left claw forward while drawing back his right fist in a bow-drawing posture. A Golden Dragon Phantom gradually condensed around his right arm.

"Dean, take this punch properly!"

Roar!!

As Ye Ming threw his punch, the golden dragon roared, tearing through the space in its path as it blasted toward Yan Shaozhe.

At the dormitory entrance, Mu En, who had been leisurely basking in the sun, suddenly sat up. His half-closed eyes fixed on the open ground, and a flash of brilliance burst from within them.

He rasped softly, "What a punch!"

That punch contained at least ten thousand years of cultivation!

With the passive enhancement of the Golden Dragon Phantom, Ye Ming poured all his strength into this single punch.

One hundred percent power!

As the golden dragon descended, Yan Shaozhe's heart pounded wildly. His scalp went numb, and a prickling sensation spread across his back.

A powerhouse's sixth sense was incredibly sharp. He felt that if he truly did not use his martial soul, he would die!

"Damn it!"

Yan Shaozhe cursed. Two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings instantly rose from beneath his feet. As a phoenix cry rang out, the third purple soul ring on his body lit up as well.

Radiant Phoenix Barrier!

The moment the barrier appeared around him, the Golden Dragon Phantom crashed into him with a roar, carrying overwhelming force.

Crack! Crack!

The barrier lasted only two breaths beneath the golden dragon's bombardment before exploding apart, after which the attack struck Yan Shaozhe directly.

Boom!!

The golden dragon shattered, and the phoenix shrieked. The instant they collided, a powerful wave of soul power erupted, kicking up a cloud of dust across the open ground.

Before those ripples could spread outward, Mu En lightly moved a finger, and an invisible force directly confined them within that small area, preventing them from spreading.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Yan Shaozhe staggered back several steps in succession, each step smashing a massive crater into the ground. In the end, he had to use soul power just to barely steady himself.

He took several deep breaths to suppress the turmoil in his internal organs, then looked at the boy not far away, who still held his punching stance.

Monster, he really is a monster!

Yan Shaozhe was filled with lingering fear. If he had truly refused to use his martial soul for the sake of saving face, would he not have become a cloud of bloody mist by now?

Ever since breaking through to rank ninety-five as a Super Douluo, how long had it been since he had felt such a scalp-numbing crisis of death?

While Yan Shaozhe was still doubting himself, Ye Ming and Wang Dong hurried over. "Dean, are you alright?"

Ye Ming's gaze swept over the several large craters Yan Shaozhe had left behind. He rubbed the tip of his nose. "These won't be charged to me, right?"

Yan Shaozhe had been somewhat touched at first, but upon hearing that, he was so furious that he nearly spat out the mouthful of blood he had just forced down.

"That was a good punch. You don't need to compensate for anything." He waved a hand and headed toward the dormitory entrance. "Just remember not to hit so hard when sparring with your fellow students."

Watching Yan Shaozhe leave with his hands clasped behind his back and an unruffled expression, Ye Ming could not help but sigh. In the end, his strength was still lacking!

Even with that all-out punch, he had not managed to injure Yan Shaozhe in the slightest.

A Super Douluo truly was worthy of the name!

"Not strong enough. I need to keep training!"

The moment Ye Ming said that, he met Wang Dong's resentful pink eyes.

"You, you..."

"Little brother, remember to straighten out your tongue before you speak next time. I'm tired. Go back to the dorm and massage my shoulders and pound my legs."

Ye Ming turned and returned to the dormitory. Wang Dong watched his back, pursed his lips, and followed him inside dejectedly.

The moment he returned to the dormitory, Ye Ming slipped into the shower room. Soaking in the bathtub, a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Little brother, come in and scrub my back."

Wang Dong had wanted to pretend he had not heard him, but he believed in honoring his bets.

"Phew... Endure it! Endure it! As long as I keep my eyes closed and don't look at him, it'll be fine... Once I beat him, I'll get my revenge!"

Elsewhere,

Yan Shaozhe walked to an empty corner and spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grimaced. "That hurt! That brat really went for the kill!"

Suddenly, Mu En's raspy voice rang out. "Hahaha, who would have thought that Yan Shaozhe would be injured by a three-ringed Soul Elder?"

Yan Shaozhe looked up and saw Mu En reclining leisurely in his chair, laughing so hard that his eyes were nearly invisible.

"Elder Mu, that kid is a complete freak!"

Yan Shaozhe sounded half aggrieved and half amazed. "If I had not carefully sensed him and confirmed that he wasn't a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form, I would have thought he was a soul beast wearing human skin."

"Even a soul beast transformed into a human couldn't possibly have three ten-thousand-year soul rings and throw such a powerful punch!"

He reached into his robes and pulled out a palm-sized heart-protecting mirror. The mirror had been completely shattered.

"A seventh-grade soul tool heart-protecting mirror was smashed to pieces by one punch from him. If I hadn't activated my martial soul in time, I really would have died at his hands today."

Mu En laughed again. "That child is neither an evil soul master nor a transformed soul beast, but his talent is exceptional."

"As for the matter of his ten-thousand-year soul rings, he must have his own fortuitous encounter. There is no need to investigate it."

"You feel bad about your heart-protecting mirror?" he said with a smile. "If we nurture him properly, Shrek Academy can remain glorious on the continent for at least another ten thousand years!"

Yan Shaozhe rubbed his faintly aching chest and sighed. "I'm not upset about that. I just never expected that one day, I would nearly lose my life over a hundred gold soul coins."

"Elder Mu, how do you plan to arrange this kid? Bring him into the inner courtyard early?"

"No!" Mu En raised his eyes slightly. "Wait until the new generation of Shrek's Seven Monsters has been chosen, then let the two generations of Seven Monsters temper each other."

"We cannot pull up seedlings to make them grow."

"First, wait for Xuan Zi and the others to return. Then have Xiaotao test that kid's true strength."

"I think that kid is still hiding quite a lot!"

In the southern mixed zone of the Star Dou Great Forest, Xuan Zi walked at the back of the group, taking a bite of chicken leg with one hand and a swig of wine with the other, looking utterly carefree.

However, after failing to find any trace of the evil soul master for so long, irritation began to rise in Xuan Zi's heart.

He believed that in this outer region, no soul beast could injure Ma Xiaotao and the others, so he simply said:

"Xiaotao, search on your own. I'll follow the trail ahead and take a look!"

Ma Xiaotao had only just raised her head when Xuan Zi had already vanished.

She felt somewhat uneasy, but she was used to Xuan Zi's way of doing things. After reminding everyone to stay alert, she continued deeper into the dense forest.

The seven of them searched for another half day and completely entered the depths of the mixed zone.

Seeing that night was approaching and Xuan Zi had yet to return, Ma Xiaotao could only have everyone set up camp on the spot and rest for the time being.

Just as they were pitching their tents, a massive black tiger over nine meters long quietly approached from within the dense forest, its spiritual senses locked onto the seven of them!