Though Meng Huaifeng was fast, he moved in straight lines, making him easy to predict, and his movements were stiff and awkward when changing direction.
Tang San, relying on Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, flexibly maneuvered around Meng Huaifeng.
While Tang San's hidden weapons couldn't harm Meng Huaifeng, Meng Huaifeng couldn't even touch Tang San for a while.
His stats, comparable to a Soul Sage or Soul Douluo, were useless against a mechanism-type monster at the Soul Elder level, making Meng Huaifeng blush a little.
It was simply that his methods were too few and too primitive.
However, Meng Huaifeng didn't lose his mind in anger; instead, he calmly observed Tang San's every move, learning from him and gradually adjusting his combat rhythm.
Gradually, Meng Huaifeng's movements became more fluid, reducing unnecessary actions, speeding up his changes in tactics, and learning to conserve strength.
Occasionally, he even managed to use one or two moves from Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
Dan Heng watched Meng Huaifeng's obvious progress and nodded secretly, thinking that his new companion's comprehension was quite good.
Tang San was already giving his all, fully concentrated and focused, yet even so, Meng Huaifeng nearly hit him several times.
Damn it, why hasn't this shield broken yet?!
Tang San's pressure grew, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
"Crack!"
Finally, the shield March 7th had cast on Meng Huaifeng expired, automatically dissipating into light particles in the air.
A look of ecstasy flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he decisively seized the opportunity.
He lowered his head, and a half-meter long, finger-thick steel crossbow bolt shot out from behind him, heading straight for Meng Huaifeng's throat.
At the same time, he pulled out a Zhuge Divine Crossbow in each hand, firing twelve shots in quick succession, emptying them all in an instant.
When Soul Power is not yet strong, mechanism-type hidden weapons are more powerful than thrown ones, and among mechanism-type hidden weapons, the thicker and longer the weapon, the greater its power; caliber is truth.
This surprise attack could be said to be Tang San's strongest attack at the moment.
Whether the opponent could block it and died was no longer Tang San's concern; if he truly died, he could only blame his inferior skills.
As for whether he was being too ruthless...
Who told him to severely injure the fatty first? One could only say he was seeking death, and he was acting on behalf of heaven.
If you ask why he severely injured the fatty, then don't ask; if you ask again, you too are seeking death.
"Watch out!" March 7th exclaimed.
The shield's disappearance was too sudden, and Tang San was decisive enough.
Meng Huaifeng, lacking combat experience, had no time to react and could only fully channel Imaginary Energy to protect himself.
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The dense volley of Zhuge Divine Crossbow bolts struck Meng Huaifeng, losing all momentum without even a ripple, clattering to the ground.
"Bang—crack."
The steel crossbow bolt fired from Tang San's back caused Meng Huaifeng's energy defense to fluctuate violently, but ultimately, it failed to break through this layer of defense.
The defensive strength of Imaginary Energy far exceeded Meng Huaifeng's expectations.
However, even so, Meng Huaifeng broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't freeze.
He also seized the opportunity of Tang San's full attack and swung his sword at Tang San's waist.
Tang San's response was much more precise than Meng Huaifeng's.
First, his Mysterious Jade Hand slammed hard on the back of the sword, but unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two was too great, only slightly reducing the force of the sword.
Then, several Blue Silver Grass vines, tied with the empty Zhuge Divine Crossbows, blocked his waist.
The Zhuge Divine Crossbows were made of fine iron and were quite strong.
After Meng Huaifeng's sword cut through two Zhuge Divine Crossbows, it left a ten-centimeter wound on Tang San's waist before finally losing its power.
If it weren't for Meng Huaifeng's extremely strong basic attributes, it would likely have been a mutually destructive situation.
Mainly, Tang San was too eager for quick success; otherwise, it would have been very difficult for Meng Huaifeng to catch him.
Although Meng Huaifeng was a bit embarrassed that he had fought Tang San for so long despite his attribute advantage, he was still satisfied with his first actual combat experience.
Tang San, however, found it somewhat unacceptable.
He had used all his methods, yet he hadn't even forced out this person's Martial Soul!
How many ranks was this guy? He looked only six or seven years older than himself; how could the gap be so huge?
Tang San couldn't even imagine that Meng Huaifeng had no Martial Soul at all, and the strength he displayed was his full power.
"Who dares to cause trouble at Shrek Academy? And injure my student? Do you think we old folks are all dead?"
Just then, a figure flew out from Shrek Academy, like an owl, surrounded by seven Soul Rings, swooping down from the sky towards Meng Huaifeng.
It was Flander, the dean of Shrek Academy and the Four-Eyed Owl.
"Want to bully Huaifeng? Take this, arrows!"
March 7th took out her bow and arrows, firing three consecutive shots at the approaching figure.
How powerful could a little girl be?
Flander thought disdainfully, swatting at the incoming arrows with a claw.
Not good!
As soon as the eagle claw touched the ice arrow, a biting cold spread towards Flander's arm, forming a layer of frost on his skin.
If the contact time had been longer, his entire arm might have been frozen!
Flander's expression changed instantly.
He immediately abandoned his attack on Meng Huaifeng, pulled himself higher, and dodged the two subsequent arrows.
Meng Huaifeng took the opportunity to return to the side of the three.
"Who are you people? Why did you injure my student?" Flander questioned from the air.
"You people are really interesting.
You're the ones who started the trouble and made the first move, and as soon as you realize you can't win, you immediately ask who we are and why we're attacking you.
Teachers and students are exactly alike; truly shameless," March 7th said, holding her longbow, vigilantly looking at Flander with disdain.
"Exactly, shameless," Star chimed in, hands on her hips.
"Why don't you ask your student what happened, so you don't think we're lying to you," Meng Huaifeng said irritably.
Dan Heng didn't speak; he had been on guard against the person hidden in the shadows.
In his perception, that person's energy intensity was much stronger than the others'.
Previously, from Tang San's perspective, he thought this group of people was powerful, protective, and loyal.
Now, from an opposing perspective, these people were looking for trouble, bullying the weak, and when the young ones couldn't win, the old ones came out.
It was truly disgusting.
Flander's old face flushed.
He had already guessed what had generally happened, but at first, he felt confident in his strength, thinking that regardless of who was right or wrong, he would first subdue these youngsters.
He wouldn't kill them, just teach them a lesson, to let them know that there are always stronger people and greater heights to reach.
However, after one encounter, Flander knew he had kicked an iron plate; they wouldn't be easy to subdue!
This was troublesome now; not easy to resolve.
He looked down at Tang San, who was tending to his wounds, and Ma Hongjun, who was speaking with a lisp due to covering his mouth, then finally said to Dai Mubai, "Mubai, tell me exactly what happened."
"Yes, Dean." Dai Mubai glanced at March 7th and Star, who were giving him warning glares.
He didn't twist the facts or add embellishments, but recounted the events truthfully, one by one.
After Dai Mubai finished speaking, Oscar also led the teachers and students of Shrek Academy out.
"Third Brother! Who hurt you? So badly? I'm going to kill him! Little Oscar, Great Recovery Sausage!" Xiao Wu, the little rabbit, saw Tang San's injuries and her eyes instantly turned red, glaring at Meng Huaifeng and the other three.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Tang San took the sausage Oscar handed him and quickly pulled Xiao Wu back.
He couldn't even beat them himself; what good would it do for Xiao Wu to charge in? Just to give away a head?