Chapter 163 Yu Xiaogang is arrogant! He brutally bullies Shrek Academy!
If this blow lands, Ning Rongrong will be seriously injured, if not killed.
Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up in the stands, his scepter clenched so tightly it made a cracking sound.
"That Ma Hongjun, what a vicious mind he has!"
This isn't a competition, it's a fight to the death!
Faced with this deadly attack, Ning Rongrong remained calm.
She didn't even try to dodge; she just stood there quietly, watching Ma Hongjun fall from the sky with a hint of pity in her eyes.
Because she saw that the man, who was tightly bound by countless blue silver grasses, moved.
"collapse."
Lu Ming uttered a single word lightly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Those incredibly tough blue-silver cages, said to possess the resilience of ten thousand years, crumbled inch by inch in that instant, as if they were made of brittle paper.
Debris flew everywhere.
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.
"How is this possible?!"
That's a ten-thousand-year-old soul skill!
The shattered blue-silver cage transformed into countless specks of light, which dissipated into the air before even hitting the ground.
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.
not good!
At this moment, Ma Hongjun was at the point where his old strength had dissipated and his new strength had not yet arisen. He was like a cannonball that had gone out of control, hurtling straight towards Ning Rongrong. Originally, this should have been a fatal blow. With the control of the Blue Silver Cage and the burst of Phoenix Flames, Ning Rongrong, a support-type Soul Master, would have had no chance of survival.
But now the cage is broken.
The man standing in front of Ning Rongrong was looking up at Ma Hongjun in the air, his eyes as calm as if he were looking at a moth that had no sense of its own mortality.
"Fatty! Come back!"
Tang San reacted extremely quickly, instantly activating the Ghost Shadow Step. Several thick Blue Silver Grass vines, like snakes emerging from their holes, rapidly wrapped around Ma Hongjun's waist in mid-air, attempting to pull him back to safety at the last moment.
Lu Ming's lips twitched slightly.
Now that we're here, there's no reason for us to leave so easily.
He remained standing still, but suddenly thrust his right hand upwards.
That's too fast.
A sharp, piercing explosion even echoed through the air as they approached.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass vines had barely touched the hem of Ma Hongjun's clothes when Lu Ming's palm pierced through the purple-red flames protecting Ma Hongjun's body and grabbed his fat ankle.
"Get down here."
Lu Ming exerted force with his arm and swung it downwards.
boom!
Ma Hongjun's body, weighing over 200 pounds, felt as light as a scarecrow in Lu Ming's hands. He was swung around and slammed onto the granite-paved arena floor.
The entire Great Soul Arena seemed to tremble with this attack.
The hard arena floor cracked instantly, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading in all directions, and dust billowed up.
"ah--!"
A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, came from the smoke and dust, but the sound stopped abruptly as soon as it began.
Because Lu Ming's foot was already stepping on Ma Hongjun's round belly.
"Is this what they call the Evil Phoenix?"
Lu Ming exerted a slight force with his feet.
puff!
Ma Hongjun spat out a jet of blood, his face contorted in agony. His once rosy, chubby face turned a deep purplish-red, and his eyes bulged out, clearly indicating that he was in extreme pain.
"Fatty!"
Tang San's eyes widened in fury, and he shouted out loud.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others behind him also looked shocked and angry.
No one expected that in just one exchange, Ma Hongjun, who had the most explosive power among them, would be trampled underfoot like a dead dog, without any power to fight back.
The audience in the stands erupted in uproar.
That's incredible.
This strength is not just a suppression of soul power level, but a comprehensive crushing of combat awareness, speed and power.
The lid of the teacup in Yu Xiaogang's hand clattered to the ground and shattered.
His dead fish eyes widened, and his lips trembled.
How is that possible?
Even if Lu Ming has high soul power, Ma Hongjun also has a top-tier beast martial soul. How could he not even last a single move?
On the stage, Lu Ming seemed to find the texture under his feet too soft and slippery, so he frowned slightly and flicked his toes.
Ma Hongjun's massive body was kicked away, arcing through the air before crashing heavily off the stage.
Whoosh!
A figure wearing glasses leaped down from the stands like a large bird.
Flanders.
He caught Ma Hongjun in mid-air, and the huge impact made him take two steps back when he landed.
Looking down, Flander's eye twitched.
Ma Hongjun's chest was caved in, and at least three of his ribs were broken. Even more serious was the domineering force that had invaded his body, which was wantonly destroying his meridians.
If he doesn't receive timely treatment, let alone participate in the competition, his cultivation for this lifetime will probably be ruined.
"You bastard!"
Flander suddenly looked up, staring intently at Lu Ming on the stage. His aura as a level 78 Soul Saint erupted, and his sharp eagle eyes were filled with killing intent.
"It was just a match, how could you resort to such cruelty!"
"Lu Ming! Are you even human?!"
Flander roared, his seven spirit rings—yellow, purple, black, and black—pulling wildly beneath his feet. He resembled an enraged owl, poised to charge onto the arena.
Faced with the Soul Saint's oppressive aura, Lu Ming didn't even lift his eyelids. Instead, he leisurely patted non-existent dust off his trousers.
"Poisonous Hand?"
Lu Ming chuckled and looked down at Flander.
"When that fat bastard was burning with malice and went straight for my Rongrong, why didn't you say it was a poisonous hand?"
"Support-type Soul Masters are physically weak. If they were hit by his Phoenix Roaring Sky Strike, they probably wouldn't even be able to leave behind a complete corpse."
"I was merely giving them a taste of their own medicine."
"You!" Flander was furious, but his protective nature made him completely deaf to reason. "No matter what, Rongrong wasn't hurt! But you seriously injured Hongjun!"
"He's a good-for-nothing."
Lu Ming said calmly, "If you want to kill, you should be prepared to be killed. What, is Shrek Academy's motto that you're only allowed to hit people, and others aren't allowed to fight back?"
"What a sharp-tongued brat! Today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Erlong!"
Flanders was consumed by rage.
He did indeed have some hidden injuries from the "Beware of Superman" incident, which greatly reduced his strength.
But he was more than confident that he could handle a teenager.
Just as Flander spread his wings behind him, preparing to forcefully intervene in the game.
A lazy yet slightly chilly female voice came from the VIP seats in the stands.
"Flander".
"Sit back down."
The sound wasn't loud, but it penetrated precisely into Flander's ears.
Liu Erlong was holding a wine glass, looking down at the scene with amusement in his eyes.
Flander froze, and the momentum he had just unleashed deflated completely, like a punctured balloon.
He looked up at Liu Erlong, a hint of struggle and grievance flashing in his eyes.
"Erlong, this kid is too..."
"sit down."
Liu Erlong's voice deepened, "There are rules in the arena. If you're not as skilled as others, go back and practice. Don't embarrass yourself here. What, you want to fight me?"
(End of chapter)