A Shocking Explosion, Xiao Wu's Identity Exposed

But in Fang Fan's eyes, it was all like a shadow play played in slow motion.

No matter how many afterimages the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, or how precise the Purple Demon Eyes' lock-on is, they all appear clumsy and laughable in the face of absolute speed and perception.

He could even predict the location of the Dragon's Beard Needle in Tang San's sleeve in advance.

That subtle, almost imperceptible flick of the wrist betrayed Tang San's entire plan. Since Tang San was so confident in his Hidden Weapon, then he would crush him in his most confident area.

A flash of crimson sword light.

There were no Soul Skill, no fancy moves, just a sword strike of pure simplicity.

The Blue Silver Entanglement shattered inch by inch, the Blue Silver Thrust turned into countless fragments, and the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track were swept away by a single sword strike.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, and he was sent flying backward by the force of the sword. His feet plowed two long trails in the ground, and he barely managed to regain his footing.

How could it be so fast? How could the swordsmanship be so strong?

Tang San gritted his teeth and activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track once more.

This time he pushed his speed to the limit, and Blue Silver Grass no longer held back.

Blue Silver Entanglement, Blue Silver Thrust, and Blue Silver Cage were unleashed simultaneously, and vines surged towards Fang Fan.

Under the cover of the Blue Silver Grass, he flicked his finger, and several Dragon's Beard Needle silently shot towards Fang Fan's major acupoints.

The Dragon's Beard Needle is as thin as a cow's hair. Once it enters the body, it will travel with the blood vessels and even a god cannot save you.

He used this very move to defeat Zhao Wuji, who was at level 72, with his level 29 strength, leaving him utterly helpless.

The Dragon's Beard Needle pierced through the air silently, at an extremely tricky angle.

Fang Fan didn't even use Teleportation.

The crimson longsword twirled in his palm, its sword energy striking the side of each Dragon's Beard Needle with pinpoint accuracy. It wasn't a parry, but rather a use of the opponent's force against them, a skillful counter to their skill.

With a gentle flick and deflection of his sword, the Dragon's Beard Needle all changed direction and shot into the ground beneath Tang San's feet, embedding themselves three inches into the stone and forming a neat circle that trapped Tang San within.

Tang San looked down at the circle of Dragon's Beard Needle still trembling slightly at his feet, and the color drained from his face instantly.

Fang Fan's figure had already flashed in front of him; before he could even see the other's movements, a tremendous force struck his chest—

He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the street and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before he could even catch his breath, a foot was already planted on his chest, the force perfectly controlled.

It wouldn't kill him, but it rendered him unable to even turn over.

Tang San lay on the ground, looking up at that face backlit by the light.

Fang Fan looked down at him from his superior position, the Blood Sword casually draped over his shoulder, his breathing not even faltering.

"The Dragon's Beard Needle are used well."

"It's a pity your technique is too slow."

Fang Fan's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he were commenting on a beginner student.

"Third Brother!"

Xiao Wu gasped in shock, her eyes instantly welling up with tears.

She never expected her Third Brother to lose so quickly and so completely.

When he was level 29, he fought Zhao Wuji for quite a while, but now, at level 32, he couldn't even last ten rounds against Fang Fan.

She instinctively took a step forward, wanting to rush forward, but Tai Tan grabbed her arm.

Yu Xiaogang slumped against the wall, watching his disciple being trampled underfoot by Fang Fan, the last glimmer of light in his eyes extinguished.

Flender wiped the blood from his face, at a loss for what to do.

Zhao Wuji clenched his fists but dared not step forward— Tai Tan dared not move, what use would it be for a Soul Saint like him to rush up? Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and turned his head away, unable to bear watching any longer.

Ma Hongjun let out a few sharp, bitter laughs from inside the Carriage, it was unclear whether he was laughing at Tang San or at himself.

All hope rested on that figure lurking in the shadows, who had yet to appear.

Zhu Zhuqing's lips curled slightly, her cool eyes filled with pride.

Dugu Yan's bright green eyes were stunning, her gaze filled with infatuation.

Ning Rongrong jumped up, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted:

"Fang Fan, you're awesome! So cool!"

The voices of the three girls intertwined, creating a stark contrast to the deathly silence of the Shrek Devils.

Shui Bing'er stood in the crowd, her icy blue eyes staring blankly at Fang Fan's back, her heart inexplicably skipping a few beats.

Tang San's series of Hidden Weapon attacks were swift, ruthless, and extremely tricky. She knew that if she were in Fang Fan's position, she definitely wouldn't have been able to dodge them.

Fang Fan not only dodged them, but also flicked away those fine, hair-like Dragon's Beard Needle, as easily as brushing dust off the corner of his clothes.

That kind of strength, that kind of composure, is simply captivating.

A faint blush unconsciously rose on her usually aloof face, without her even noticing.

Shui Yue'er also opened her cherry-like mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open, looking so captivating that she didn't want to blink.

This guy is so handsome it's unbelievable!

His strength is ridiculously high, and he's exceptionally handsome. With a sword in hand, he exudes an air of dominance over the world. No wonder he's surrounded by so many beautiful girls, each with their own unique charm.

She quietly tugged at her sister's sleeve and whispered:

"Sis, he's even more amazing than the rumors say."

Xiao Wu stood there, her face ashen.

Third Brother lost, and the defeat was completely predictable.

Her heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Am I really going to break up with Shrek?

The Third Brother personally agreed to the bet, and in front of everyone, he forced her onto the gambling table.

She treated him like a good brother and sister, but he used her as a bargaining chip.

But ironically, he still lost.

She was in a state of utter confusion, her mind was blank, and all she wanted to do was scream.

The atmosphere among the Shrek members was extremely tense.

Ma Hongjun slumped on the Carriage, muttering curses in a low, androgynous voice, though he himself didn't even know who he was cursing.

Dai Mubai's eyes were as cold as knives, yet he dared not take a single step forward.

The image of Fang Fan forcing him to bite off his finger in Suotuo City was still vivid in his mind; he knew better than anyone how terrifying this man was.

Oscar gritted his teeth in resentment, but could only swallow his anger.

Yu Xiaogang clutched his chest and leaned against the wall, his face contorted with resentment. The image of Grandmaster he had painstakingly cultivated had been shattered today, and now he couldn't even protect his own disciple.

Flender stood there expressionless, but his heart was bleeding.

This time, Shrek is likely to lose everything.

Zhao Wuji was completely bewildered. He still couldn't understand how he could have lost like this when he had brought Tai Tan and the Golden Saint Dragon.

"Alright, Xiao Wu, come here."

Fang Fan's gaze swept over the crowd and calmly landed on Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu, it's your good fortune that Fang Fan has taken a liking to you, so come over here!"

Ning Rongrong waved to Xiao Wu, her tone quite warm.

She got along quite well with Xiao Wu when she was at Shrek. Zhu Zhuqing was too cold, and Dugu Yan was also aloof; both of them were like wooden blocks. Xiao Wu was much cuter.

Having more companions at the Spirit Hall Academy will make things less lonely.

"You call me a scumbag? You're even worse! You want to take every pretty girl you see with you!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly let out a cold laugh, his voice sharp and piercing.

"How are you any different from me back then!"

"Exactly, what a shameless bastard!"

Ma Hongjun roared back in his much higher-pitched voice, his fat face contorted with resentment.

Fang Fan turned around, his gaze falling on Yu Xiaogang, his expression remaining calm and unwavering, as if he were looking at a clown. He showed no anger, only speaking softly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching the ears of everyone present:

"I just want to take that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with me and make her my Seventh Soul Ring."