The Imperial Fighting Team's Crushing Defeat, Shrek Knocked off Its Pedestal!
Boom!
The two Heavy Tortoiseshell Shield, strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from Soul Ancestor, were abruptly stopped in mid-air the moment they collided with Su Chen's fist.
Immediately afterwards, dazzling crimson-gold ripples spread out from the point where the knuckles met!
Click... click...!
On the surface of the heavy tortoise shield covered with bone spurs, countless spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly, and fragments of the black armor, several inches thick, flew outwards like a torrential rain.
The raging Dragon Astral Force surged back through the void, smashing the two heavy shields back, turning them into two whistling afterimages that slammed into the Shi Brothers standing behind them!
"Puff!!"
Before Shi Mo and Shi Mo could even think of dodging, they were struck in the chest by their own tortoise Tortoiseshell Armor, sliding backward along the gravel and collapsing onto the edge of the pit, unable to move.
As soon as the tortoise shield shattered, the surging Jade Phosphor Purple Poison seized the opportunity to sneak in and engulf Su Chen!
"Die! You little beast! Die!!"
Dugu Yan's face was twisted like a demon's, her eyes were bloodshot as she roared, wishing she could squeeze all her Soul Power into venom.
"A dead snake that never amounted to anything?"
Su Chen's lips curled into a cold smile, and his pores suddenly relaxed. The Pure Yang Dragon Fire deep within his dantian was agitated and burst out of his body in a raging wave!
Call...!
A visible burst of crimson-gold Lie Yan shot into the sky from Su Chen's body, making him appear like an Primordial God-Demon emerging from the ashes.
The overwhelming purple mist, upon touching the crimson Lie Yan, was like boiling oil poured onto a red-hot iron plate, emitting a series of sharp, ear-piercing hissing melting sounds!
At the very edge of the arena, Ye Lingling watched as the frontal defense completely collapsed. Her face beneath the black veil turned deathly pale. Enduring the chill brought by Zhu Zhuqing's claws, she frantically activated the Nine Heart Begonia in her palms.
"Nine hearts possess a spirit, and the crabapple blossoms are reborn!!"
The soft, pinkish-white petals floated from her palm, transforming into streaks of light that landed on Yu Tianheng and the Shi Brothers.
"Ah--!!"
Yu Tianheng, who had already fainted, was abruptly awakened by the burning pain inside his body, and a shrill scream came out of his throat.
"How could this happen... Why can't I get rid of it?"
In front of the main arena, Su Chen stepped on the charred stone slabs, Dugu Yan walked over step by step.
The dull footsteps sounded to Dugu Yan's ears like the urgent beat of a death knell. She looked at the dried-up Poison Mist, at her crippled teammates scattered on the ground, and then at the boy in front of her whose clothes were not even disheveled, and a chill ran through her.
"Don't come any closer... don't come any closer..." Dugu Yan sat down on the ground, desperately trying to move backward with her hands and feet, completely devoid of her previous arrogance.
Su Chen stopped three steps in front of her, looking down at her.
"You really think you can do whatever you want on the mainland just because you have Dugu Bo backing you up? I previously struck your ribs and Qimen Acupoint to stop the death energy, but it seems you didn't take it to heart."
Su Chen's words were like knives, each one dissecting the nightmare hidden deep within Dugu Yan: "Every full moon or stormy night, do you experience a sharp, needle-like pain deep within your Baihui Acupoint on the top of your head, and do your body alternate between hot and cold as if you were being boiled in oil? For the past three months, has your tongue coating turned a dark purple prematurely?"
"You... stop talking... please stop talking!" Dugu Yan clutched her head tightly, her hair disheveled, and let out a desperate scream.
"This is a sign that the snake venom is rushing back to your Niwan Palace." Su Chen's voice was icy, devoid of any pity. "Within a year, all your Meridians and bone marrow will be rotten to a crisp by the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison. Even a god couldn't save you, and medicine would be useless."
These words were like a heavy hammer, completely shattering the last nerve in Dugu Yan's heart.
The hidden terminal illness was exposed in public, and coupled with the team's crushing defeat, panic and shame overwhelmed her. Her vision suddenly went black, and she fell backward onto the rubble, unconscious.
On the other side, Yu Feng, who had been slammed into the pit by Xiao Wu's Waist Bow, was already unconscious. Osler, whose clothes were torn and covered in blood by Zhu Zhuqing's armor-piercing claws, saw that he had lost the whole game. He gritted his teeth, threw down his dagger, and retreated to the sidelines to admit defeat.
Imperial Fighting Team, completely wiped out!
The entire audience of 100,000 fell into a brief silence, followed by a deafening roar that could have lifted the dome of the stadium!
The host, Doudou, flapped her wings in mid-air, so excited that she almost dropped the Soul-Guidance Microphone, screaming out the victory of the Dragon God Team.
Just as the crowd erupted in cheers, a figure in a gray robe, enveloped in intense flames, shot out from the VIP Passageway like a raging Fire Wolf, crashing into the center of the arena!
"Stop it, all of you!!"
Qin Ming's face was ashen. He disregarded the composure of Soul Emperor and rushed towards Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan, who were lying on the ground.
When he reached out and pressed his hand on Yu Tianheng's broken wrist bone and the Shi Brothers ' withered Meridians, the scorching and domineering aura emanating from his palm made the hairs on his body stand on end.
The ruthlessness and domineering power of the Dragon Astral Force far exceeded his expectations!
Qin Ming took a deep breath, suppressing the anger rising in his chest. He slowly straightened up, looking at Su Chen who was approaching with a complicated expression.
Although the Imperial Fighting Team suffered a crushing defeat, the talent and combat power of these four young men were simply astonishing. If such prodigies could be recruited...
Qin Ming forced a gentle smile, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Young brother, you possess such extraordinary abilities at such a young age; it truly broadens my horizons. My few unworthy disciples were quite rude earlier, and I apologize on their behalf. May I ask which master you studied under? I am the team leader of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. With your talents, if you were willing to come to Heaven Dou, I can guarantee you access to the empire's top-tier Mimicry Training Ground, abundant resources, and a key position in the competition!"
At this point, a hint of pride appeared in Qin Ming's eyes, and he deliberately puffed out his chest to add, "To be honest, I'm not from the Heaven Dou Academy itself, but from the Shrek Academy in the Balak Kingdom. Our Dean, Mr. Flender, taught us—'A Soul Master who dares not cause trouble is not a good Soul Master, and one who dares not cause trouble is mediocre!' Young man, your domineering style perfectly aligns with the spirit of our alma mater! You will surely become famous throughout the continent in the future!"
This seemingly heartfelt recruitment and self-praise only earned him a chilling, penetrating laugh from Su Chen.
Shrek Academy?
Su Chen stepped forward, his eyes like knives piercing Qin Ming's face, his words dripping with undisguised sarcasm. "A coward who doesn't dare cause trouble? What a hypocritical fig leaf!"
Qin Ming's smile froze on his face, his brows furrowing. "What do you mean by that, young man?!"
"What do you mean?!" Su Chen snorted coldly.
"A Wild Chicken Workshop that makes a living by swindling ordinary people out of their Gold Soul Coin, does it even deserve to be called an academy?!"
Qin Ming's face flushed a deep liver color. "Nonsense! My alma mater teaches according to aptitude, only accepting monsters..."
"Teaching according to aptitude?" Su Chen interrupted directly, "This lousy place is misleading students. It can't even afford a Mimicry Training Ground, forcing students to fight in Soul Fighting Arena boxing matches every day to make money for them, treating ordinary people like cash cows. Is this the integrity you speak of?!"
"Even more despicable is that Tang San, the monster freshman your alma mater idolizes, lost to me in a fight at the Soto Great Soul Arena a few days ago. Enraged, he brazenly used a poisoned hidden Hidden Weapon in broad daylight to ambush my teammate from behind! His methods are despicable and vile!"
Su Chen pressed closer, staring at Qin Ming until he retreated repeatedly. "Like father, like son! The so-called Shrek is nothing but a den of thieves, a bunch of greedy, fame-seeking hypocrites with no moral compass! Aren't you ashamed to use such a filthy name to glorify yourself?!"
Every word is like a knife, Thunderous Might!
Qin Ming's mind went blank for a moment, and he felt as if he had been hit on the head with a club. He stumbled back several steps and almost fell on top of Yu Tianheng.
A sneak attack? A poisoned Hidden Weapon?!
In his heart, Shrek was such a pure and sacred place! And Dean Flender was such a noble senior!
"No... impossible... Dean Flender would never..." Qin Ming's face was ashen, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single complete rebuttal.
Su Chen didn't bother to look at him again. Amidst the violent howling of the crowd, she led the three girls straight into the corridor leading to the Top-Floor Secret Chamber.