21: Chapter 21 Xiao Wu's Eight-Stage Throw?! Qin Fengbao Abuses Rabbits!

"Is that all you've got, trying to kill me?"

Qin Feng's tone was flat.

The next moment, he slammed his right hand down hard, then used the leverage to swing.

Boom!

Dai Mubai's sturdy body was smashed violently against the edge of the arena floor. The hard granite instantly cracked, sending gravel flying.

Immediately after, Qin Feng casually waved his hand as if tossing out trash.

Dai Mubai flew out of the combat platform like a broken kite, crashing heavily onto the open ground outside the ring.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments sprayed out violently.

Dai Mubai's eyes rolled back, and he nearly passed out right there.

The entire audience fell into a dead silence.

Instant kill.

Another instant kill.

If that first punch could be excused as a sneak attack or an accident, this time, he was suppressed with a single hand while Dai Mubai was at his full power.

Zhu Zhuqing, suspended in Qin Feng's hand, though her body felt weak, her gaze was still fixed outside the ring.

Looking at her fiancé twitching on the ground like a dead dog, a deep disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Trash.

Was this the prince of the Star Luo Empire? Was this the so-called Evil Eye White Tiger?

Besides throwing impotent fits of rage, he couldn't even withstand a single move against a true powerhouse.

"Boss Dai!"

Over at the Shrek Team's side, Oscar cried out in shock.

Everyone's eyes turned red.

Dai Mubai being beaten so brutally was undoubtedly slapping the faces of them, the Shrek Seven Devils.

"How dare you hurt Boss Dai and bully Zhuqing, you're asking to die!"

A pink figure suddenly darted out.

Xiao Wu.

This little girl, who was a transformed ten-thousand-year Demonic Rabbit, now had a face full of killing intent.

Although she was only in her thirties, relying on her Soft Technique and Instant Movement, she often made those with higher Soul Power suffer greatly.

"Instant Movement!"

A flash of pink light.

Xiao Wu's figure vanished from the spot, reappearing directly above Qin Feng's head.

Her long scorpion braid whipped around as she arched her body extremely flexibly in mid-air, her legs moving like scissors, aiming directly for Qin Feng's neck to strangle him.

"Dare to bully Zhuqing, watch my Eight-Segment Drop!"

Xiao Wu was quite smug.

As long as someone was caught in her arched waist entanglement, even a Soul Ancestor level expert would be thrown into disarray.

Qin Feng looked up, watching the pink figure descending from the sky.

This girl was also someone who needed a good lesson.

He casually released his grip on Zhu Zhuqing's tail, allowing the Hell Civet to drop to the side.

Just as Xiao Wu's legs were about to wrap around his neck, Qin Feng's hand moved once more.

This time, he didn't block; instead, he reached out directly to grab Xiao Wu's legs.

Fast, accurate, ruthless.

It was a speed that completely surpassed dynamic vision.

Xiao Wu only felt a tight grip on her ankle, followed by an irresistible, massive force.

Her proud Soft Technique hadn't even managed to fully deploy before she was locked in place mid-air.

Qin Feng's large hand firmly grasped her calf, the force as if he intended to crush her bones.

"Such immense strength..."

Xiao Wu's beautiful eyes widened, and her heart shook violently.

She tried to activate her second Soul Skill, Charm, but before she could even look at Qin Feng, a huge centrifugal force instantly struck.

Qin Feng swung his arm, like whipping a pink rope.

The sound of rushing wind roared past her ears.

Xiao Wu felt dizzy, and all her attack rhythm was completely disrupted.

"You dare show off such a low-skill wrestling move?"

Qin Feng sneered.

He showed no hint of pity or gentleness, grabbing Xiao Wu's leg and slamming her violently onto the ground.

Bang!

Xiao Wu crashed heavily onto the ring, in so much pain she almost cried.

But it wasn't over. Qin Feng lifted her up again and slammed her down once more.

"Stop it!"

Tang San, watching from a distance, saw this scene. His previously calm expression instantly contorted.

His Purple Demon Eye turned completely crimson, and his entire body radiated astonishing killing intent.

That was his Xiao Wu!

The sister he vowed to protect with his life!

"Let go of my Xiao Wu!"

Tang San roared, his Blue Silver Grass Spirit surging wildly. Several thick vines shot towards Qin Feng like venomous snakes.

Qin Feng didn't even glance at Tang San, just let out a faint smile.

"You want her? Then I'll give her back to you."

As the words fell, he exerted force with his arm and violently tossed the already battered Xiao Wu in his hand.

Xiao Wu traced a tragic arc through the air, flying over half the arena before crashing down off the platform.

Although she didn't vomit blood like Dai Mubai, she was still thrown down in a disheveled state, unable to get up for a long time.

"I will kill you!"

Tang San completely lost control.

A dragon has reverse scales; touch them and it dies.

Xiao Wu was his reverse scale.

He slammed both hands down onto the ground, his first and second spirit rings lighting up simultaneously.

"Blue Silver Grass Entanglement! Parasite!"

Countless thorny Blue Silver Grass vines grew frantically from the gaps in the ring, surging towards Qin Feng like a tide, as if trying to completely submerge him.

On the arena at this moment,

Zhu Zhuqing had taken advantage of the chaos to retreat to the side.

She hugged her knees, trying to conceal the unusual state of her body.

The tingling sensation from having her tail repeatedly played with still lingered inside her, causing her entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

The blush on her usually cold face had not faded, making her look both embarrassed and possessing a strange kind of allure.

Ning Rongrong quickly rushed over to support her, asking with concern:

"Zhuqing, are you alright?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head and didn't speak, just stared fixedly at the arrogant man in front of them.

That bastard... was too strong.

So strong it brought despair.

Just as everyone thought Qin Feng would be swallowed by the enraged Tang San's Blue Silver Grass,

Qin Feng finally made his first formal move.

"A bunch of weeds."

He contemptuously spat out four words.

Then, a vast, ancient, chaotic aura suddenly erupted from within him.

Buzz—

The space of the entire Great Spirit Arena seemed to tremble slightly.

A green lotus quietly appeared behind him.

The lotus wasn't huge, only about ten feet in size, but it was vividly emerald green, surrounded by hazy, chaotic air currents.

The moment it appeared, heaven and earth seemed to quiet down.

The chaos green lotus.

This was Qin Feng's Spirit.

The instant this green lotus appeared, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded.

The Blue Silver Grass vines that were aggressively lunging at Qin Feng like mad dogs abruptly halted their momentum mid-air.

Immediately after, like some low-level creature encountering its natural predator, the vines began to tremble violently, then rapidly retreated.

Even though Tang San desperately urged his Soul Power, trying to control the Blue Silver Grass to attack, his Spirit completely disobeyed him.

It was a fear and submission originating from the depths of his soul.

"This... what is happening?"

Tang San's face turned pale, looking in disbelief at his Spirit cowering on the ground.

His Blue Silver Grass had undergone multiple mutations and evolutions. Although he hadn't awakened the Blue Silver Emperor yet, it was still absolutely a top-tier plant-type Spirit.

How could it be so terrified and retreat before even making contact?

Moreover, that oppressive force made the flow of Soul Power within his body extremely sluggish.