One Slap Knocked Him Down

Seeing his prized soul skill extinguished by a flick of Yang Ming's finger, Ma Junhong's fat face turned purple. To a proud genius like him, this was like having someone stomp on his face and grind their foot into it!

"I don't believe it. This can't be real. It must be an illusion!"

Whether he was trying to explain what he had just seen or merely bolster his own courage, Ma Junhong took a deep breath, and the second Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

Bang!

With an explosive opening, intense purple flames blazed up from Ma Junhong's body. They were not as tyrannical as the Green Lotus Core Flame and did not burn away all his clothes, but merely enveloping his body was enough to make his entire presence extraordinary.

Furious flames blazed in Ma Junhong's eyes. Clad in purple fire and breathing flames from his mouth, he looked like the Fire God descending upon the world—majestic and utterly overbearing!

Tang San's brows furrowed tightly, and he vaguely felt a headache coming on.

It had been bad enough that Yang Ming's Martial Soul was his natural nemesis. Who would have thought that Shrek Academy would have another one? How was he supposed to go on like this?

Tang San lowered his head and looked at his left hand, thinking to himself:

Looks like it's time to find a way to train the Martial Soul in my left hand.

Relying on his ability to fly through the air, Ma Junhong crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at Yang Ming from above with an arrogant expression.

"My Martial Soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix, one of the finest in the world. Since awakening my Martial Soul, I've never suffered a single defeat. Listen up, brat down