Crushing Shrek Academy

"They actually used Martial Soul Fusion Skill right from the start?"

"Using Martial Soul Fusion Skill to beat up a six-year-old child? That's just too shameless!"

"But that kid knocked Feng Xiaotian unconscious with one punch! Wouldn't you be afraid if it were you?"

"No matter what, it's not necessary to start with Martial Soul Fusion! If they injure him, do you think Skywater Academy will let it go?"

Before the murmurs from the audience had even died down, the Hell White Tiger had already made its move.

Its massive body, like a small white mountain, rushed towards Jiang Lan at such a speed that the air seemed to rip through the air with a shrill cry.

Jiang Lan stood still, only clenching his fists.

The next second, a tight-fitting battle suit appeared on Jiang Lan's body; it was Homelander Guga form.

The moment the Hell White Tiger's giant claw slammed down, Jiang Lan also threw a punch.

The white and dark blue colors collided violently in the center of the arena, and a visible shockwave exploded in all directions.

The stone slabs on the arena surface cracked outwards in a spiderweb pattern from the point of impact between the two, with the outermost stones flying out and crashing into the protective Soul Tool at the edge of the stands, creating ripples.

As the smoke cleared, everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget.

A child Penguin Suit, whose height only reached halfway up the claw of the Hell White Tiger, pressed his fist squarely against the palm of that giant claw, without moving an inch.

The massive eight-meter-long body of the Hell White Tiger was actually pushed backward by this punch, its four claws carving deep furrows in the arena, and it only stopped at the edge of the arena.

"This... this is impossible!" Someone in the stands exclaimed, echoing the sentiments of everyone present.

Before the Hell White Tiger could adjust its posture, Jiang Lan suddenly moved.

Jiang Lan pushed off the ground with both feet, launching herself into the air, her Star-Spangled Cape billowing behind her.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and two dark red beams shot out from his pupils like two red-hot blades, piercing straight towards the Hell White Tiger.

The moment the attack struck the Hell White Tiger, the Soul Power defense on its white body was torn to shreds like paper. The Hell White Tiger let out a painful roar, its massive body blasted into the air, tumbling several times before crashing onto the edge of the arena like a collapsing snow mountain, the dust it kicked up obscuring half the arena.

The phantom of the white tiger flickered violently in the smoke and dust, then shattered with a bang, dissipating into countless white specks of light.

Two figures flew backward from the shattered light and shadow; they were Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

The two landed on the ground outside the arena, each sliding several meters away. Dai Mubai knelt on one knee, his tiger claws trembling as he braced himself on the ground.

Zhu Zhuqing's face was even paler, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, clearly indicating that she had suffered a significant backlash after her Martial Soul Fusion Skill was forcibly broken.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Everyone stared blankly at the Penguin Suit child on the field, who was still in a pose of firing his gaze.

Jiang Lan landed, looking at her accomplishment with immense satisfaction.

In the midst of this deathly silence, a barely audible whooshing sound came from behind Jiang Lan.

Tang San had somehow circled around to his side and behind him, pushing his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to their limit, his entire body gliding along the ground like a pale blue phantom.

He pointed his right hand like a knife, unleashing a long-awaited attack, his Purple Demon Eyes locking onto the back of Jiang Lan's neck.

The timing, angle, and force were all impeccable.

Jiang Lan didn't turn around, but simply tilted her head, stretched her right hand back, spread her fingers, and casually flicked it out as if swatting away a mosquito.

His palm struck Tang San's wrist with a sharp crack.

Tang San's pupils shrank sharply, and his entire right arm felt as if it had been hit by a battering ram, going numb from his wrist to his shoulder.

He endured the pain and retreated, tapping his feet on the ground to barely dissipate the terrifying force, but he still staggered back several steps, almost bumping into Ma Hongjun behind him.

Looking at Jiang Lan again, he didn't even move his feet, he just shook his hand and turned to look at Tang San.

Jiang Lan's face showed undisguised confusion. "Tang San, why are you also using sneak attacks like them? Is backstabbing a popular tactic in Shrek now?"

Tang San's face was ashen, as if someone had stepped on his face, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Ning Rongrong reacted quickly, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone brightly, amplifying Tang San's power.

Tang San regained his footing, his Purple Demon Eyes locking onto Jiang Lan. He said in a deep voice, "Spread out, don't engage him head-on. Rongrong, provide support; Xiao Wu, on the right flank; Fatty, harass from the air; I'll find an opportunity to entangle him."

The six Shrek members moved simultaneously.

Ma Hongjun released his Martial Soul, the Evil Fire Phoenix Possession, and his whole body soared into the sky like a burning fat firebird, opening his mouth to sweep a line of Phoenix Fireline down from mid-air.

Xiao Wu transformed into a pink afterimage, approaching from the right, her Waist Bow arched, and a long leg lashed out at Jiang Lan's lower back.

Jiang Lan glanced at the Phoenix Fireline sweeping down from the sky, then glanced at Xiao Wu approaching from the right, her face showing no sign of panic.

He lightly stomped his left foot on the ground, and his whole body shot into the sky like a dark golden cannonball, crashing directly into Ma Hongjun.

Before Ma Hongjun could even launch another attack, a chubby little face appeared in front of him at an incredible speed.

Jiang Lan didn't use any fancy moves; she simply punched Ma Hongjun on the forehead with her small fist.

Ma Hongjun fell from mid-air like a fat bird with broken wings, crashing onto the edge of the ring with a thud, foaming at the mouth, and then fell silent.

Using the recoil from that punch, Jiang Lan changed direction in mid-air and swooped down, just in time to meet Xiao Wu's sweeping leg.

He neither dodged nor flinched, but instead took the kick with his shoulder. At the same time, a small hand reached out and lightly flicked Xiao Wu's ankle with his fingers.

Xiao Wu instantly lost feeling in her entire leg, her body swayed, and Jiang Lan seized the opportunity to grab her by the back of her collar and toss her off the field like a sandbag.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San's eyes widened in fury. Just as he was about to step forward to catch her, Jiang Lan's figure had already loomed in front of him.

"Too slow," Jiang Lan said, then punched Tang San in the stomach.

Tang San arched his body like a shrimp, his feet leaving the ground, and flew backwards until he crashed into Ning Rongrong and Oscar before coming to a stop.

The three of them rolled together in a heap, Tang San's eyes rolled back, he had lost his fighting ability.

Only Zhu Zhuqing remained standing on the sidelines. She forcefully suppressed the backlash from her Martial Soul and, with lightning speed, pounced on Jiang Lan from the side.

Jiang Lan turned around and threw a straight punch, stopping three inches in front of Zhu Zhuqing.

The force of the punch whistled past, blowing her black hair backward and making her clothes flutter.

"Sister Zhuqing, admit defeat." Jiang Lan looked up, her voice softening. "You can't beat me."