The entire arena erupted.
"An instant kill! That girl in black is terrifyingly fast!"
"My heavens, their captain was sent flying by a single hit from that staff! That Xiao Wu girl is a beast!"
"And the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda… is that the power of a top-tier support? It's unbelievable!"
"Wait… that Ye Yin guy, the Spirit King, he hasn't even made a move yet!"
"Shenfeng Academy is in deep trouble now!"
Suspended in the air, Feng Xiaotian gasped for breath, forcefully suppressing the churning blood in his chest and the lingering numbness in his arm. He looked down at his support teammate who had been instantly eliminated, then back at Ye Yin, who stood untouched within the Shrek formation, a faint smile on his face. A wave of humiliation and rage, more intense than anything he had ever felt, threatened to consume him.
"Shrek!" he roared like a wounded beast. "You've completely enraged me! I'll make you pay the price!"
"The price?" Ye Yin casually shook his head. "No, now is when you truly begin to pay the price. Let me show you what happens when you speak carelessly."
As he spoke, Ye Yin's first and fourth spirit rings flashed, and two black rays of light instantly shot out and merged with Feng Xiaotian's body.
First Spirit Ability: Curse! Effect: Fart. Intensity: Level Ten. Duration: One hour.
Fourth Spirit Ability: Mental Curse! Effect: Every time he farts, he feels an overwhelming urge to make his closest companion smell it.
Two cold, bizarre curse powers erupted within Feng Xiaotian's body.
His diving figure suddenly went rigid. His face, which had been flushed red with anger, instantly became a strange mixture of shock, bewilderment, and an indescribable churning sensation in his lower abdomen. The spirit power that had been circulating rapidly within him, ready to be unleashed in a powerful attack, became sluggish and chaotic. Even more critically, an intense, unprecedented urge to release gas assaulted his sphincter like a volcanic eruption.
"Plooooooooof!!!"
An extremely loud, prolonged, and eerily rhythmic sound exploded from behind Feng Xiaotian without any warning. The noise was so powerful it pierced through the roar of the crowd, echoing clearly throughout the suddenly silent Great Spirit Arena.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
On the stage, the other six members of Shenfeng Academy, who had been roaring and preparing to encircle Zhu Zhuqing, were now frozen like statues. Their angry expressions were instantly replaced by shock and intense shame. On Shrek's side, Xiao Wu was holding her jade pestle, ready for a counterattack. Zhu Zhuqing had just landed. Ma Hongjun's flame breath was halfway out of his mouth. Tang San's Blue Silver Grass vines hung suspended in the air. Everyone unconsciously stopped their movements, their gazes uniformly fixed on Feng Xiaotian, who was frozen in mid-air.
Feng Xiaotian's own mind was completely blank. He could clearly feel the scorching, foul wave of gas gushing out from behind him. He could even feel the subtle vibration of his pants as the powerful airflow hit them. Humiliation. Extreme, soul-crushing humiliation. He was the proud son of Shenfeng Academy, a top figure among the younger generation. And he had just… publicly… let out such an earth-shattering fart in front of hundreds of thousands of spectators.
After a brief, deathly silence, an avalanche of laughter crashed down. The entire Great Spirit Arena completely lost control.
"Puhahahahahahahahaha!!!"
"Oh my god! What did I just hear?!"
"Feng Xiaotian… did he just… fart?! And so loudly?!"
"My heavens! I feel like I can smell it even from here!"
"Is this Shenfeng Academy's secret weapon? Kicking off the show with a fart for entertainment?!"
"Hahahaha, Shrek Academy really did turn their opponent into shit!"
The air was filled with laughter, thigh-slapping, and screams. Some people were laughing so hard they started choking.
In the VIP section, Emperor Xue Ye's hand, holding a teacup, was frozen in mid-air, his eye twitching uncontrollably. Ning Fengzhi's elegant smile was completely gone, and he was struggling to maintain his composure. The three committee members exchanged glances, their eyes filled with utter disbelief. Xue Qinghe had a hand to her forehead, her shoulders shaking subtly. Only Prince Xue Xing laughed out loud without any restraint. Platinum Bishop Salas's face had gone from shocked to completely black, like the bottom of a burnt pot. He had seen countless Spirit Abilities in his life—damaging, controlling, supporting—but he had never seen anyone use a ten-thousand-year spirit ring to make an opponent publicly fart.
However, for Feng Xiaotian, the real nightmare had only just begun.
Before the shame could fully set in, he realized with horror that his gaze was uncontrollably locked onto the person closest to him: the vice-captain of Shenfeng Academy and his most trusted brother, Liu Feng. A crazy, twisted thought instantly consumed his mind: Make Liu Feng smell it! He must smell it immediately! Quick! Get closer! Shove it under his nose!
His reason screamed in protest. No! Stop! Stop it! he roared in despair internally.
But his body, now under the domination of the Mental Curse, defied his will. The rigid Feng Xiaotian, his eyes bloodshot with a mix of shame and fanaticism, suddenly changed direction. Like the most deranged pervert, he pounced on Liu Feng, who was still reeling from his captain's unbelievable display.
"Liu Feng! Brother! Quick! Smell it! You have to smell it now!!!" Feng Xiaotian shrieked, his voice distorted with a pathological urgency.
Under the stunned and horrified gazes of the entire arena, Feng Xiaotian clung to Liu Feng like an octopus, desperately trying to twist his head towards his own buttocks. The huge Wind Demon Wings on his back began to flap violently, not for flight, but to fan the freshly produced odor more intensely towards Liu Feng's face.
"Captain?! Are you crazy?! Let go of me! Ugh!" Liu Feng was scared out of his wits, struggling and screaming desperately. The strong smell rushed at him, making his stomach churn. The captain holding him was no longer a human; he was a complete madman.
"Smell it now!!! Please! Just one sniff!" Feng Xiaotian pleaded tearfully, his actions remaining incredibly brutal.
The two wrestled in mid-air, their wings stirring up chaotic currents of air in an utterly chaotic scene. To make matters worse, amid the intense struggle, Feng Xiaotian seemed to have opened a floodgate.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
A series of even denser, louder farts sounded off like firecrackers, instantly permeating the air above the Shenfeng Academy team.
"Ugh!"
"Captain! No! Oh god!"
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