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Chapter 169: Extremely Brutal Methods
"How could this be?!" a male student exclaimed in shock. As the dust settled, the protective black shield around Du Qianjue remained intact, without even a single crack. Indeed, how could it be? Nearly twenty Soul Kings from Shrek Academy had launched their most powerful attacks simultaneously, yet they hadn't managed to break through Du Qianjue's defense even as he stood still. The law of "smoke without damage" was once again proven.
"Hehehe..." As the black shield of the Evil God's Protector dissipated into particles, the grimacing Du Qianjue emerged. Whoosh—black light feathers fluttered in the air, and in an instant, Du Qianjue disappeared from his spot, appearing in front of the student who had deemed it impossible.
He clenched his fist— and swung! Boom! With a terrifying sonic boom, his fist, as large as a sandbag, hit the student's stomach. The student's eyes bulged as his body bent backward like a shrimp, flying outwards. Blood sprayed from his mouth, freezing into crimson ice before hitting the surface of the Sea God Lake.
"Hisss..." The others inhaled sharply at the sight of the student's tragic state. "Run!" someone shouted, and in a flash, everyone recovered from their shock, faces filled with terror as they fled in all directions. Du Qianjue grinned, his gaze icy as he scanned his surroundings. "Think you can run..." Four light words precisely reached every fleeing student, freezing them in place. Earth Manipulation: Gravity Control!
The frozen male students stood rigidly, their bones creaking under the pressure, their faces turning red from the blood rushing to their heads. "Snap—" A crisp snapping of fingers echoed, and ten towering water spouts burst from the lake's surface. Ten of the fleeing male students were thrust by Du Qianjue's gravity control deep into the Sea God Lake!
Only one slow-reacting male student, who stood dumbfounded, narrowly escaped this fate. On the ferry, Yan Shaozhe and others stood up anxiously, sensing through their spiritual power that the attacked students were not seriously injured, which allowed them to sit back down somewhat relieved.
"What is going on here..." Yan Shaozhe massaged his temples in frustration. "I do admire him, though. To love only one person for a lifetime, that's truly enviable," Xian Lin'er snorted sarcastically. "Hey you..." Cai Mei'er was displeased, as Yan Shaozhe was her husband.
Seeing Cai Mei'er about to explode, Yan Shaozhe quickly intervened, shaking his head in resignation. Cai Mei'er reluctantly sat back down, though her gaze towards Xian Lin'er still held some discontent. Xian Lin'er pouted but didn't react further. Instead, Qian Duoduo expressed pride, "I like this kid. He's got a personality like mine. I too love only Lin'er for life." "Cheesy," Xian Lin'er glared at Qian Duoduo but still wrapped her arms around his muscular arm and leaned into his embrace. Qian Duoduo scratched his head, his usually cunning face revealing a simple smile.
"Let's keep watching," Yan Shaozhe muttered, turning his attention back to the battle in the center of Sea God Lake. After disposing of the last male student into the lake, Du Qianjue set his sights on Ma Xiaotao, grinning as his teeth gleamed with a bloodthirsty chill.
Ma Xiaotao shuddered as Du Qianjue's gaze locked onto her. In that moment, she felt as if she were targeted by a terrifying hundred-thousand-year spirit beast. Madness, brutality, cruelty... Du Qianjue's look instilled a fear in the normally fearless Evil Phoenix like never before.
Since realizing his emotional instability in battle, Du Qianjue had deliberately controlled himself to avoid going all out. Though usually amiable and sometimes frivolous, if Du Qianjue unleashed his restraints, the warlike gene in his blood would awaken completely, reveling in the excitement of battle and striking with ruthless, fierce moves.
With a chilling laugh, Du Qianjue suddenly appeared behind Ma Xiaotao. "What are you looking at?" His voice startled her, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. But she had no time to react.
"Avatar of Wind: Strangle of Wind!" Du Qianjue showed no mercy as he kicked Ma Xiaotao's back, splitting into seven shadows made of wind elements. Each shadow, weaponless, pummeled her with primal punches, treating her like a punching bag. Each time she was flung away and nearly regained control, another avatar would send her flying again.
"Bang! Bang! Bang…" The brutal method left Ma Xiaotao disoriented, passively enduring Du Qianjue's storm-like assaults. "Hehehe..." Du Qianjue watched with pleasure as Ma Xiaotao suffered, a smile of enjoyment on his face.
Emperor of Ice: Wrath of the Ice Emperor! Du Qianjue concentrated soul power in his right hand, emitting near absolute-zero coldness, and a green beam of light blasted from his fist, piercing through space to strike Ma Xiaotao in the air, turning her into an ice sculpture.
"Plunk—" Ma Xiaotao—defeated utterly!
"Next, it's your turn!" With crazed eyes, Du Qianjue turned towards Wu Ming, whose fate, along with Ma Xiaotao's just now, terrified her into tears.
"No, no, don't hit me!" Wu Ming, in her fright, retracted her spirit and screamed shrilly, hands over her head, utterly disregarding her image.
What awaited her was another beam of light and Du Qianjue's cold, merciless words. "Ice Roar—!" Boom! Ice sculpture +1
The group of gawking young ladies, led by Ling Chen, paled, their melons no longer tasty. They clustered around Ling Chen, faces filled with horror. "A devil! He's a devil!!" one of the young ladies trembled behind Ling Chen, her big eyes tearful.
And Ling Chen, pushed to the forefront, tried to appear calm, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her emotions. Those Sea God Fairies who had left early breathed a sigh of relief. How fortunate! As regretful as they were for leaving early and missing the show, they now felt lucky they hadn't stayed. Indeed, watching a spectacle could lead to witnessing one's own demise!
"Do we still have to fight?" Ling Chen asked, her voice trembling, clearly shaken by Du Qianjue's cruelty. "What do you think?" Du Qianjue grinned.
"Ah—"
(Chapter ends)