24: Chapter 24 The Eight Spider Lances are shattered! Tang San is trampled underfoot!

Qin Feng looked down indifferently at the rolling meatball below, and his bone wings gently flapped once more.

A gust of strong wind materialized out of thin air.

Ma Hongjun was flung out like a punctured leather ball, tracing a parabola through the air before crashing heavily onto the floor beneath the arena.

His clothes had been burned away, revealing his pale, flabby flesh, which was now covered in bruised frostbite and charred burn marks.

His miserable appearance was truly unbearable to look at.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the corner of the arena, swallowing subconsciously as she looked at the fatty's current plight.

Too ruthless.

"Fatty!"

Tang San, who had just managed to get up, saw this scene, his eyes splitting with rage.

Dai Mubai's fate was unknown, Xiao Wu had been thrown off the stage, and now even Ma Hongjun was crippled.

"Serves him right."

Dugu Yan, standing behind Qin Feng, let out a cold snort, her pair of emerald green eyes filled with glee.

"This fat pig was staring at my legs before coming on stage; he's disgusting. Burning him to death is the best outcome."

Although Ye Lingling did not speak, she nodded slightly, and the Nine Heart Begonia in her hand showed no intention of healing Ma Hongjun.

Offstage.

Flender trembled with heartache seeing his direct disciple beaten like this. He rushed over immediately to use his Soul Power to suppress the fire poison inside Ma Hongjun.

Yu Xiaogang's face was also ashen, his hands gripping the railing tightly.

"This brat is so venomous! This is just a competition, yet he used such cruel measures!"

Onstage.

Qin Feng's gaze shifted, finally landing on the figure with the Eight Spider Lances growing from his back.

"Your turn."

Those four simple words struck Tang San's heart like a heavy hammer.

Tang San took a deep breath, circulating his Mysterious Heaven Skill wildly within his body, forcefully suppressing the fear in his heart.

He was a disciple of the Tang Sect; he still had hidden weapons and an external Spirit Bone. He could not lose!

"Kill!"

Tang San roared in anger, the Eight Spider Lances simultaneously plunging into the ground behind him, acting like a massive spring to launch his entire body into the air.

The eight long spears crisscrossed in the air, forming a net of death, rushing directly toward Qin Feng's vital points.

Qin Feng hovered in mid-air, looking at the charging 'Spider-Man' with a sneer on his lips.

This level of attack was pathetically slow in his eyes.

Just as the Eight Spider Lances were about to touch him.

Qin Feng's wings behind him suddenly spread to their limit, then slammed downward heavily.

Boom!

That was not wind pressure; it was a pure energy impact.

The might of the hundred thousand year spirit bone was released without reservation at this moment.

Crack!

A crisp sound of breaking echoed.

Tang San's iron-hard Eight Spider Lances were as fragile as withered branches before those jade-bone light wings.

Two spider lances snapped directly, splattering green venomous blood.

The immense impact force hit Tang San directly in the chest.

"Pfft—"

Tang San plummeted down like a fly hit by a giant hammer, even faster than when he charged up.

Bang!

He smashed a large crater into the hard granite floor.

Dust flew everywhere.

Tang San lay at the bottom of the crater, spitting blood from his mouth, the clothes on his chest already blown apart, revealing his sunken ribs.

The entire venue fell silent.

Another single move.

He hadn't even moved his hands; it was just a flap of his wings.

Dugu Yan's cherry-like small mouth was slightly open. Although she knew Qin Feng was strong, she never imagined he would be this strong.

In Ye Lingling's usually melancholic eyes, only the figure suspended in the air remained.

Was this their captain?

...on the other side, Yu Tianheng, the original captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Team, was staring intently at Qin Feng.

He had originally been somewhat unconvinced, thinking he had only lost to Tang San due to carelessness, and that Qin Feng had just gotten lucky by picking up the scraps.

But now, seeing the Tang San who had defeated him lying like a dead dog in front of Qin Feng, Yu Tianheng was completely subdued.

That level of power made one lose the courage to even pursue it.

"So strong..."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Qin Feng, her gaze somewhat hazy.

Although this man had flirted with her and was arrogant, this overwhelming power held a fatal attraction for her, someone who grew up in such cruel family competition.

...VIP Room on the second floor.

Xue Qinghe gently set down the teacup in his hand, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"It's over."

"The Shrek Seven Devils? They are nothing more than a group of children who haven't grown up yet."

On the stage.

Tang San's fingers twitched at the bottom of the pit.

He was unwilling.

He possessed twin spirits, he had innate Soul Power, and he was a transmigrator.

How could he possibly lose to someone his age?

And such a crushing defeat with no power to fight back?

"I... haven't lost!"

Tang San stood up unsteadily, his mouth full of bloody froth.

His left hand was behind his back, the pattern of the Clear Sky Hammer faintly visible.

Just as he prepared to fight to the death.

A shadow enveloped him.

Qin Feng had landed in front of him at some unknown point.

Before Tang San could make any move, a foot clad in a black battle boot heavily stepped onto his face.

Bang!

Tang San's back of his head made intimate contact with the ground again.

That foot was like the Five Finger Mountain, firmly pressing his head onto the ground. No matter how he struggled, it did not budge.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

A beast-like roar came from Tang San's throat.

Humiliation.

Unprecedented humiliation.

To be stepped underfoot and ground into the dirt in front of tens of thousands of people, in front of Xiao Wu.

This was more painful than death.

"Tang San was actually stepped underfoot..."

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing.

That was their Third Brother, who was always so meticulous and full of confidence!

In a corner offstage, Xiao Wu watched this scene, tears streaming down her face.

"Brother!!!"

She wanted to rush up but was held back tightly by Liu Erlong.

"Don't go! If you go, you'll just be throwing your life away!"

Although Liu Erlong was irritable, she could see that Qin Feng hadn't even used his full strength. If Xiao Wu went up to cause trouble, she might genuinely be in mortal danger.

Yu Xiaogang was trembling with rage at this moment, pointing at Qin Feng on stage and shouting:

"Stop! Stop it immediately! Killing someone is one thing, but what kind of skill is it to humiliate him like this?!"

Qin Feng completely ignored the barking from offstage.

He looked down at Tang San beneath his foot, pressing down slightly with his toe.

"With just this little ability, you dare to call yourselves the Monster Academy?"

"Who gave you the courage?"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. The pain of being crushed was far less intense than the shattering of his self-esteem.

Countless gazes around him—some shocked, some mocking, some pitying.

These gazes were like knives, stabbing into his heart.

He wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, to wish all of this was just a nightmare.

"Get off."

Qin Feng seemed to find it a bit boring.

He exerted force with his foot, as if kicking a pebble by the roadside.

Thud!

Tang San's body slid along the ground, flying directly past the edge of the arena, rolling to the feet of Xiao Wu and Yu Xiaogang.