Abyss vs. Shrek Academy (Part 2)

Tang San's decapitation operation completely collapsed in the fourth second.

The Blue Silver Grass chains were devoured in swathes by the Heavenly Net Immortal Vine, dark green sap dripping from the severed ends and corroding the arena floor.

The remaining grass blades twisted out of shape beneath the gravity field, sagging limply against the ground like a pile of dead snakes.

Tang San's feet sank into the stone tiles, his kneecaps creaking under the crushing pressure of fivefold gravity.

It was the mournful cry of bones pushed beyond their limit.

Xiao Wu was in even worse shape.

The nimbleness of the Soft-Boned Rabbit had been completely sealed away by gravity.

She forcibly leaped twice, but when she landed, a crisp crack rang from her ankle. The agonizing pain instantly drained the color from her face.

Her ligament had torn.

Jiang Tieyi stood fifteen zhang away, gray fur from the Savage Ancient Ape covering his entire arm.

He did not move. He simply stood there.

Like an iron tower that had grown from the heart of the earth.

"Come on. Compete with me in strength."

Jiang Tieyi grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

A vicious light flashed in Tang San's eyes. Six Blue Silver Grass vines tightly wrapped around Jiang Tieyi's right arm, their blades biting into flesh but leaving only a few pale marks.

Jiang Tieyi lowered his head and glanced at them.

That look was like he was staring at a loose thread that had fallen onto his arm.

Second soul skill, Myriad-Kilogram Body.

The density of his muscles increased eightfold in an instant, and his body weighed three thousand jin.

Before him, the Blue Silver Grass was more fragile than spider silk.

Jiang Tieyi lifted the encircled hand and casually scratched the back of his head.

"A little itchy."

Tang San abruptly withdrew his martial soul, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The arena had vanished.

Ling Shuang's Heavenly Net Immortal Vine had divided the fighting platform into three isolated killing grounds.

The vine walls were two zhang thick, their dark green roots brutally burrowing into the foundation as the sounds of cracking stone rose one after another.

These were three massacres without suspense.

Tang San had been nailed to the center of the chessboard, unable to move.

On the other side of the vine wall, Su Chen leaned against the enormous claw of the ten-thousand-year vicious beast, Iron Wall.

The Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bear lowered its head docilely and nudged his shoulder with its nose, only to be casually patted away by him.

He was watching the show.

Watching a carefully orchestrated art exhibition called "despair."

On the left wing of the arena, Dai Mubai's roar had already grown hoarse.

The claws of his White Tiger Vajra Transformation tore through the vines, but for every three he severed, nine more sprouted beneath his feet.

This was frenzied, predatory regeneration.

Dai Mubai was trapped in a green swamp, every punch draining him further.

Ma Hongjun's Phoenixfire was still pouring forth, but its flames had shifted from crimson to a sickly orange-yellow.

A faint purple mist drifted through the air.

"Poison."

Fear finally entered Dai Mubai's roar.

"Your reaction is too slow."

Chu Yao's voice came from deep within the vines, carrying the teasing amusement of a cat playing with a mouse.

"You were poisoned three minutes ago."

"I spent a month preparing it. Colorless and odorless, mixed into the plant sap."

"Not even a Soul Sage could detect it, much less you."

Dai Mubai punched toward the source of the voice, shattering three layers of vine walls.

There was no one behind them.

Chu Yao lay sprawled atop a thick vine in the distance, resting her cheek on one hand with a languid posture.

"Keep going. I'm not in a hurry."

On the right wing of the arena, the figure of the Netherworld Spirit Cat refracted out of the shadows for the third time.

A short blade pointed directly at the back of Mo Qianye's neck.

Mo Qianye did not even turn his head.

He raised his right index finger and casually pointed behind him.

A cluster of Nether Phoenix Blackflame bloomed along Zhu Zhuqing's inevitable path.

There was no heat, only the bone-chilling cold that devoured everything.

Zhu Zhuqing was forced to abruptly change course, completely exposing herself.

Three ambushes, three precise interceptions.

Her stealth before Mo Qianye was like running beneath the blazing sun.

"You're fast."

Mo Qianye watched the black flames dancing on his fingertip.

"But before Netherfire, speed has no meaning."

"I only need to touch you once."

The black flames swelled, and a thick layer of frost condensed around the edge of the platform.

Zhu Zhuqing stopped. It was a death warning from an assassin's instinct.

One touch meant elimination.

At the rear of the arena, Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tower flashed for the sixth time.

The boosting beam had barely traveled ten zhang before vanishing into thin air.

Ye Linglong stood opposite her, silver hair falling to her waist and crimson demonic eyes utterly still.

Annihilation Demon Eyes.

Ning Rongrong's Glazed Tower was addition.

Ye Linglong's demonic eyes were subtraction.

"What are you doing?!"

Ning Rongrong's voice completely lost control.

The frustration of growing more desperate the harder she tried nearly drove her to collapse.

"However much you add, I subtract the same amount."

Ye Linglong spoke calmly, as if stating an undeniable truth.

"In this battle, your teammates will receive no boosts."

Oscar was drenched in sweat as he held out a Recovery Sausage.

Those red eyes swept over him.

Fearful Gaze.

Oscar's mind instantly froze as a message was forcibly planted within it: you will die.

His hand shook violently. The sausage slipped free and fell into the dust.

"What a shame. Wasted food."

Ye Linglong withdrew her gaze.

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and gathered all her light, switching to defense.

"Smart."

The corner of Ye Linglong's mouth moved slightly.

"But useless. You can't protect them."

Dai Mubai's furious roars, Ma Hongjun's curses, Ning Rongrong's ragged breathing...

Every sound gathered beside Tang San's ears.

Yet he could do nothing.

The gravity field locked down his legs, while Xiao Wu leaned against his back, breathing rapidly.

The battle entered its seventh minute.

Tang San's sweat struck the broken stones and shattered into tiny droplets.

He stood at the center of the vortex and looked at Su Chen.

Su Chen had his hands in his pockets, four Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bears lined up like loyal imperial guards.

They could not even be bothered to roar.

Because no one from Shrek Academy was qualified to even reach them.

"Tang San, choose a path."

Su Chen's voice pierced through the gravity field, astonishingly steady.

"Stay where you are and watch them be crippled."

"Or rush over and find me. But the moment you leave, gravity will instantly crush Xiao Wu."

Su Chen smiled, his expression full of amusement.

"Choose."

Tang San's fingers clenched abruptly, his nails digging into his palms.

He hated this feeling. Su Chen did not kill people; he killed their will.

He handed you the knife and made you choose who to stab.

"Third Brother... don't worry about me."

Xiao Wu's voice was hoarse, carrying restrained sobs.

Tang San did not turn around. A fierce glint flashed through his eyes.

"You really did calculate everything well, Su Chen."

He raised his right hand, the callus on the web between his thumb and forefinger looking savage beneath the sunlight.

"But you put too much faith in your plan."

"Before absolute power, a plan is just a sheet of paper."

In the audience, the master suddenly sprang to his feet, his face deathly pale.

"Xiao San—don't use it!"

Too late.

Tang San clenched his right hand around empty air.

The void trembled, and all the air within five zhang was forcibly drained away.

The shattered stones beneath Jiang Tieyi's feet were lifted by the airwave, smashing into the vine wall and turning into powder.

A pitch-black heavy hammer abruptly appeared in Tang San's hand.

Ancient patterns covered its body, and it was so heavy that even the surrounding light warped around it.