Chapter 21: White Tiger Unleashes Its Might

As Tang San and Xiao Wu stepped out of the two-versus-two Soul Fighting Arena, Dai Mubai and the others had likewise finished their own battles and were seated in the spectator stands, watching another match with rapt attention.

"Mubai, what are you all watching?"

Hearing Tang San's question, Dai Mubai pointed toward the Soul Fighting Arena and said, "Ning Rongrong has arrived, and she is teaming up with Lin Yu for a two-versus-two duel."

Tang San turned to look into the arena, not expecting that right after he and Xiao Wu finished their battle, the next match would involve Ning Rongrong and Zhou Yu.

And their opponents were also martial soul users of the tool type.

At this moment, Xiao Wu exclaimed in surprise, "Why is only Rongrong here? Where is that Lin Yu?"

Tang San quickly activated his Purple Demon Eye, finally catching sight of a nearly transparent figure.

"His martial soul... seems capable of changing his body's color to blend with the surrounding environment, making him extremely difficult to distinguish with the naked eye..."

Hearing Tang San's analysis, Xiao Wu suddenly recalled, "I heard Rongrong say that Lin Yu's martial soul is a Chameleon."

"Hmph, what good is invisibility alone? Ning Rongrong is a Support-type Soul Master. If this Lin Yu lacks powerful offensive means, he still cannot defeat his opponents."

Ever since witnessing Ning Rongrong's witch-like true nature, Dai Mubai seemed rather unfriendly toward both her and the people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Don't forget, he possesses a weapon called the Desert Eagle; at that time, a single strike was enough to repel Teacher Zhao's attack."

The power of the Desert Eagle remained vivid in Tang San's memory. As an expert in Hidden Weapons, he vaguely guessed that the Desert Eagle was likely a type of Mechanical Hidden Weapon.

Indeed, Zhou Yu, relying on the Desert Eagle combined with his invisibility ability, and coordinating with Ning Rongrong's attribute amplification, easily defeated his opponents.

Inside the Soul Fighting Arena, Ning Rongrong secured her first victory and immediately became extremely excited: "Lin Yu, we won! We really won!"

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the most powerful supportive tool martial soul on the continent. With your support, it would be difficult for us to lose even if we tried."

Zhou Yu knew she had just been scolded by Dean Flender and was in a bad mood, which was why he had specially brought her to the Soul Fighting Arena.

Despite receiving praise, Ning Rongrong could not hide her disappointment and said with a face full of grievance, "But that Flender said I am the worst among all the students."

After hearing this, Zhou Yu smiled gently, patting her shoulder and back as he walked, and comforted her, "Whether what he said is right or wrong depends entirely on yourself."

"What do you mean?"

Ning Rongrong looked confused, so Zhou Yu explained patiently, "Regardless of his evaluation, it can at most represent the you of the past. From now on, what you must do is prove to everyone that you are not the worst, but the best."

Zhou Yu's words put Ning Rongrong in a much better mood: "Lin Yu, thank you! No matter what unhappy thing I encounter, you always find a way to cheer me up!"

After some guidance, this little witch finally broke into a joyful smile.

When the two walked out of the Soul Fighting Arena, Tang San and the others had already gathered around.

Tang San stepped forward with a smile to offer congratulations: "Congratulations, Rongrong, winning your very first match."

Xiao Wu, standing behind him, turned around looking somewhat unhappy and asked Dai Mubai, "By the way, where is the Dean?"

Dai Mubai let out a bitter smile: "Who knows where that old man has run off to, but before leaving, he instructed us to return to the academy immediately after our battles ended."

Ma Hongjun suddenly said, "You all go back first; just now, the Dean asked me to come to his shop."

As he finished speaking, a few sparks of excitement flickered in his small eyes.

Dai Mubai immediately understood, revealing a slightly amused expression: "Hmph, then we'll head back first; you take it easy, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Ma Hongjun replied with a wicked grin, "Big Brother Dai, are you coming or not?"

"I'm not going. Stop talking nonsense and let's go."

Dai Mubai glared at him irritably, though his peripheral vision drifted toward Zhu Zhuqing.

Pangzi's reaction was obviously quite slow; he failed to notice the deep meaning in Dai Mubai's eyes at all, and his face even flushed red from excitement: "Let's go together, shall we? Haven't you often said that women don't count as people but as resources? Don't waste them."

Dai Mubai could no longer hold back and cursed, "Get lost! My taste isn't that bad as yours." "Hmph, you're just pretending."

Ma Hongjun felt somewhat dissatisfied, snorted, and turned to leave.

Xiao Wu asked curiously, "Big Brother Dai, what is that lecherous Pangzi going to do?"

Dai Mubai laughed heartily: "You already called him lecherous; what else could he be doing? He just can't suppress his Evil Fire anymore."

"He's going to harm girls again? I really suspect whether his mutated martial soul is related to his innate personality?"

Learning that the other party was going to do that kind of thing again, Xiao Wu immediately spoke irritably.

Seeing Xiao Wu angry, Dai Mubai explained, "Harming them is an exaggeration; don't you know there is a place in this world called a brothel?"

"Are you saying... the Dean took Ma Hongjun to that kind of place?"

Tang San found it hard to believe; having lived nearly thirty years in his previous life, he naturally knew what a brothel was.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing spoke up rarely: "Men are all dirty!"

Hearing this, Xiao Wu disagreed and said with a smile, "Sister Zhuqing, don't generalize too much! Tang San is very clean and pure, nothing like Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun."

Dai Mubai immediately became displeased and retorted, "Fine, so your Tang Xiaosan is pure and innocent, and we are all dirty, is that it? However, my taste is far better than that fat guy's."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized Zhu Zhuqing was looking at him, and the gaze in her eyes seemed to have become even colder.

"Zhuqing, I..."

Just as he wanted to explain, he saw Zhuqing's eyes filled with disdain and contempt: "You are fifteen? You truly make me feel disgusted."

Seeing the other party turn and leave immediately after speaking, Dai Mubai could no longer suppress the anger in his heart: "Stop right there."

Zhu Zhuqing paid no attention, not only failing to stop her steps but actually speeding up.

"You..."

Dai Mubai suddenly raised his right hand, a burst of intense white light surging in his palm; he had never been known for his good temper.

Or rather, his temper was more violent than anyone else's.

Ning Rongrong, who had been watching the spectacle, couldn't help but tease, "Zhuqing has better taste after all."

Dai Mubai frowned, and the chill in his Evil Eyes intensified further: "Ning Rongrong, what do you mean?"

Ning Rongrong replied without hesitation, "What could I possibly mean? Don't take your frustration out on me just because you got shut down by Zhuqing; this young lady is not someone to be bullied."

Afterwards, she openly mocked him: "Haha, it's a shame Oscar said you were a love master of the highest caliber, yet you can't even handle a little girl."

Provoked by this, Dai Mubai instantly burst into a rage.

"Ning Rongrong, do not test my patience."

"Others may fear your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but I, Dai Mubai, do not."

"If you provoke me, beware that I will rape you before killing you, then rape and kill you again."

Zhou Yu did not expect that someone only fifteen years old would utter such insane words; he immediately scolded, "Dai Mubai, watch your filthy mouth, or do not blame me for being impolite!"

With someone backing her, Ning Rongrong became even more brazen; she giggled and said, "I am so scared!"

Having said this, she deliberately puffed out her undeveloped chest and mocked, "Come on, let me see how you rape me!"

"You..."

Dai Mubai could finally suppress his rage no longer; if the White Tiger does not show its ferocity, they truly take him for a sick cat.

(End of this chapter)