A large number of metal gun barrels grew out from his body, yes, they grew.

He looked like a steel turret and seemed full of danger.

Artillery tactics!

A soul guide's combat method that sacrifices mobility and increases one's firepower to the limit.

The power that this tactic can exert on the battlefield is just like that of a ferocious beast.

But on the competition stage?
The place is too small, and due to the problem of maneuverability, we must aim at Yuan Gungun.

But Yuan Gungun looks very fat, so his mobility should be very slow.

But that's not entirely true. After turning into a meat ball, Yuan Gungun's speed is comparable to that of agile attack soul masters of the same level, and it's not slow at all.

Spinning and jumping, Yuan Gungun, under the cover of He Caitou's vitality, quickly approached his opponent, and in a blink of an eye he was within 50 meters of He Caitou.

How could he be so fast? He didn't even dodge and rushed straight towards my shells.

You should know that my soul guide cannon is of level six. If an ordinary Soul Emperor is hit by it, he will be seriously injured if not killed. But when it comes to Yuan Gungun, all I can see is that his skin is slightly charred.

Everything returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

It can be said that there is damage, but it is not high.

Yuan Gungun's huge body was like a bulldozer, approaching rapidly with unstoppable momentum.

Every step he took caused the stage to tremble slightly and raised a cloud of dust.

Twenty meters is just a blink of an eye for an agile soul master.

He Caitou's heart was filled with alarm and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

While operating the soul guide turret and pointing the muzzle at Yuan Gungun, he was anxiously thinking about how to respond.

"Don't let him get close! Absolutely not!" He Caitou shouted in his heart. He knew that if Yuan Gungun got close to him, he would have no chance of winning.

He had seen Yuan Gungun's strength before, which was definitely overwhelming.

However, although the soul guide turret is powerful, its mobility is extremely poor.

If you want to move this huge monster, you must first release the soul guide state, otherwise you will not be able to move it at all.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

He Caitou's heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. He watched Yuan Gungun getting closer and closer to him, fifteen meters, ten meters...

Offstage, Han Yu had a confident smile on his face. He naturally saw the dilemma He Caitou was in, and thought to himself, "He Caitou, you are doomed to fail!"

Ning Tian noticed Han Yu's smile and asked in confusion, "Han Yu, what are you laughing at?"

Han Yu turned to look at Ning Tian and said in a relaxed tone: "Nothing, I just feel that we will definitely win this game."

"A sure win?" Ning Tian was even more confused. In her opinion, He Caitou's soul guide turret was extremely powerful, and it might not be easy for Yuan Gungun to win.

The other people also looked puzzled, only Long Aotian and Qiu'er seemed to have noticed something.

Han Yu smiled slightly and explained:
“Although He Caitou is the most outstanding soul instructor in Shrek Academy, he is facing the elites of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Instructor Academy.

In terms of the level of soul guides, there is still a big gap between He Caitou and them."

“Moreover, He Caitou’s own martial spirit does not have much offensive power. What he is best at is using soul guides to carry out long-range attacks.

Once he gets close, he will be powerless to fight back."

Ning Tian suddenly realized something. She finally understood that the soul guide turret that seemed powerful to He Caitou actually had such a fatal weakness.

At this moment, Yuan Gungun had already rushed to a place less than ten meters away from He Caitou. He suddenly exerted force with his legs and shot out like a cannonball, and his huge fist was wrapped in a strong wind and smashed towards He Caitou fiercely.

Sure enough, just when Han Yu finished saying this, Yuan Gungun had already approached He Caitou.

Yuan Gungun was extremely fast and in the blink of an eye he was less than ten meters away from Cai Tou.

He stamped his feet hard, and the ground suddenly cracked into several cracks, and a powerful force was transmitted to his legs. His leg muscles were tense, like springs compressed to the extreme, suddenly releasing amazing power.

Yuan Gungun's body shot out like a cannonball, bringing up a gust of wind that made He Caitou's clothes rustle.

He raised his huge fist high up, veins bulging on his fist, which contained tremendous power.

The whistling fist wind was like the roar of a wild beast, smashing hard into He Caitou's head.

He Caitou was hit by this powerful force before he even had time to react. His eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

The match was declared over when he used the meat and egg attack.

Don’t underestimate this. It actually has a lot to do with Yuan Gungun’s martial spirit advantage.

After he cultivated to the Soul Emperor level, both his impact force and defense power were top-notch.

Although He Cai Tou looks tall and big, his defense is actually very weak.

After being hit by Yuan Gungun several times in a row, his soul guide shield could not withstand it at all and was directly pressed under Yuan Gungun and fainted.

"Caitou!"

Beibei stood up suddenly, rushed to the edge of the ring in two steps, and looked at the pale He Caitou with concern. He bit his lips tightly, and the anger and powerlessness in his heart intertwined, almost burning him out.

"Referee, we admit defeat."

Beibei's voice was low and hoarse, but it was clearly heard throughout the entire stadium.

The referee nodded and announced the result of Shrek Academy's first defeat.

Bupo Douluo also flashed to the center of the ring and stopped Yuan Gungun from attacking.

Yuan Gungun grumbled a few words in dissatisfaction, but still stepped aside obediently.

After a brief silence, another figure walked out from Shrek Academy.

The figure was tall and slender, with a determined look on his face. He was the captain of the Shrek team - Bei Bei.

Originally, Beibei wanted Jiang Nannan to appear.

However, Jiang Nannan's attack power is relatively weak, and it is difficult for her to cause substantial damage to Yuan Gungun, who has amazing defensive power.

"I won't explain the rules in detail. If you understand, please step back." The referee's voice was steady and powerful, echoing above the competition stage.

Beibei took a deep breath and slowly stepped back. Every step seemed to be stepping on the heart of the ring, steady and firm.

His eyes never left Yuan Gungun. The tall and burly figure of his opponent was reflected in his deep pupils, like a lion ready to pounce, waiting for the best time to attack.

Yuan Gungun also retreated. His huge body seemed extremely light as he retreated. His mountain-like momentum did not weaken at all. Instead, it continued to accumulate with his steps, waiting for the moment to explode.

The distance between the two gradually widened, and an invisible pressure filled the air, like a taut string that could break at any time. The noise in the audience gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes were focused on the ring, holding their breath, waiting for the start of this dragon-tiger fight.

"Go Snow Demon Sect!"

"Defeat Shrek!"

Suddenly, deafening cheers came from the audience, breaking the silence on the stage.

“Your Highness, why don’t we stop this? The people are openly supporting the Snow Demon Sect. If this gets to the ears of the Shrek executives, I’m afraid we’ll be in big trouble.”

Juzi whispered behind Xu Tianran, with a hint of worry in her tone.

Xu Tianran's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, and he laughed softly:

"This is a spontaneous action by the public. It has nothing to do with us. We are just watching the game. As long as there are no problems in the game, it is okay for the public to support either side."

"What do you think, Imperial Master?" Xu Tianran said as he turned to look at the man shrouded in a black robe.

"Hehehe, Your Highness is right. It's up to the people to decide which team they want to support."

The man called the national teacher said sinisterly, "Although we are the organizer, we can't forcibly disrupt other people's ideas, right?"

"Master, what do you think?" Xu Tianran turned his gaze to Jing Hongchen again.

Jing Hongchen smiled slightly, stroked his beard with his hand, nodded, and said:
"I don't think there's any problem. This is our Sun Moon Empire's home turf. The fact that people don't like Shrek shows that they love their country. I believe the top leaders of Shrek will understand."

Xu Tianran nodded slightly and turned his gaze back to the competition stage.

He looked at the two people fighting fiercely on the stage, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned to Jing Hongchen and said:
"And even if they don't understand, so what? It's just a game. They are not the Shrek of the past."

He paused, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Jing Hongchen nodded and interrupted, "Your Highness, it's hard to say whether they can make it to the semi-finals in this competition."

Jing Hongchen picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and continued, "With such a record, I believe that no matter how dissatisfied they are, they will have no choice but to swallow the bitter fruit."

Xu Tianran was slightly stunned, and then he saw a meaningful smile appear on Jing Hongchen's face.

He asked puzzledly: "Why is the hall master so confident that Shrek can't enter the semi-finals?"

He frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something, and then asked: "Could it be that the Snow Demon Sect is very powerful?"

Jing Hongchen did not directly answer Xu Tianran's question, but smiled and asked, "Your Highness, didn't you watch the previous game?"

Xu Tianran sat up straight and said seriously:
"I've watched every match. The Snow Demon Sect is very strong, but it's probably too early to say they can definitely win against Shrek, right?"

He recalled the scene when he watched the game before, and still believed that the strength of Shrek Academy should not be underestimated.

When Jing Hongchen heard this, the smile on his face widened, and he slowly said:

"It's not too early at all. Your Highness, just keep watching. There will be surprises."

After saying this, he stopped talking and just watched the fight on the stage quietly, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing that Jing Hongchen was unwilling to say more, Xu Tianran stopped asking questions and just turned his gaze back to the competition stage, becoming even more excited about the outcome of the game.

Other people around also turned their eyes to the competition stage, wanting to witness the result of the game with their own eyes.

At this time, on the competition stage, Yuan Gungun and Beibei had already started fighting.

After obtaining the fourth, fifth, and sixth soul skills, Yuan Gungun's combat abilities no longer depended on turning into a meat ball to increase his attack capabilities.

His fighting style has also been greatly changed.

I saw that his body was flexible and no longer as clumsy as before, but even more agile.

Yuan Gungun's body came to a place two meters away from Beibei, fighting in close combat with Beibei's strong body.

There were no fancy skills in the fight between the two, only fist-to-flesh combat.

Yuan Gungun waved his fists, and each attack carried a tremendous force, as if he wanted to tear Beibei apart.

However, Beibei relied on his own powerful strength and defense to take on Yuan Gungun's attack.

The two men moved very quickly, fighting back and forth for more than a dozen rounds.

Every collision made a deafening sound, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by their strength.

Amid the violent roar, the two figures crossed each other. The next moment, Yuan Gungun groaned and took several steps back as if he was hit by a huge hammer.

He felt a strong electric current rushing into his body, and his muscles spasmed. The numbness and soreness made him almost unable to hold the weapon in his hand.

Steadying his body, Yuan Gungun raised his head and looked towards the opposite side, his eyes full of fear.

Beibei was still standing there, with a faint smile on his face, and electric lights flashing and crackling all around him.

"Why does this person have the attribute of thunder?"

Yuan Gungun thought to himself, feeling uneasy. His defense, which he was so proud of, seemed to be useless in the face of the lightning attribute.

Every collision was like a torture, and the numbness continued to erode his body.

In the dozen or so rounds of fighting just now, he had been tortured terribly by the lightning on Beibei's body.

Every collision was accompanied by a stinging pain, and the paralysis from the lightning made his movements slow, making it difficult for him to exert his full strength.

"If we continue like this, I'm afraid we'll lose."

Yuan Gungun took a deep breath and tried to calm the surging blood in his body.

He shook his numb right hand, and his palm had turned slightly red.

Sweat rolled down his forehead and slid across the corners of his eyes, bringing a slight sting, but he had no time to care.

Below the stage, Han Yu's eyes were always fixed on Yuan Gungun. When she saw that Yuan Gungun's movements were becoming slower and slower, and his right hand even began to tremble slightly, her heart tightened, and she knew that this could not go on.

"That's enough. Roll on, come down. He has a little control over you. If you keep fighting, it will be a thankless task."

Although the sound of the cold rain was not loud, it was clearly heard by Yuan Gungun.

Hearing Han Yu's voice, Yuan Gungun's body trembled. His strong self-esteem made him want to continue fighting, but reason told him that Han Yu was right.

He looked up at Han Yu in the spectator seats, his eyes full of unwillingness, but finally nodded to show that he understood.

Yuan GunGun took a deep breath, turned his gaze towards the referee, raised his right hand with difficulty, and said, "Referee, I give up!"

"Wow!"

The sudden surrender instantly quieted the originally noisy competition venue. Then, all kinds of discussions and doubts surged like waves, and the whole venue became extremely noisy. (End of this chapter)