Chapter 248 Dai Mubai is cheated on.
The image was like a rusty saw, tearing at his pride.
shame.
anger.
There is also a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Mu Bai, calm down."
Oscar whispered a reminder from behind.
Dai Mubai turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with a fierce look as if he wanted to devour someone.
"Stop talking nonsense! I'm very calm!"
He let out a low growl and strode onto the Soul Battle Platform.
Following behind him was Ma Hongjun.
The fat man walked with a limp, and his round face still bore bruises that hadn't faded—a lingering effect of being injured by Lu Ming's aura in Silves City.
In addition, after hiding and fleeing for the past few days without even getting a proper meal, Ma Hongjun looked like a malnourished giant pumpkin.
The remaining players were temporary substitutes, and they all looked dejected and clearly lacked fighting spirit.
Tang San was not seen.
As a wanted criminal across the entire continent, Tang San naturally dared not show his face in public, and could only hide in the shadows like a rat in a gutter.
The match begins.
All seven members of the Ironclad Academy activated their Martial Souls in unison.
All of them are defensive weapon spirits – Black Iron Shield.
Seven enormous black shields stood there, like an impregnable wall, protecting the entire team completely.
This turtle-shell tactic is the most annoying, but it also tests the opponent's attack power the most.
"Break!"
Dai Mubai showed no intention of waiting for his teammates to coordinate.
He roared, and four spirit rings—two yellow and two purple—lighted up instantly beneath his feet.
Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!
His body suddenly swelled, his muscles tearing the already tight green team uniform, revealing the pale skin underneath.
There was no probing.
There were no tactical arrangements either.
Dai Mubai charged straight at the Ironclad Academy's formation like a mad tiger that had lost its mind.
"White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"
A blinding white light shot out from his mouth, slamming heavily into the black iron shield at the very front.
"boom!"
A muffled thud.
The armored soldier with the shield only took half a step back, leaving two shallow marks on the ground, before coming to a steady stop.
On the contrary, it was Dai Mubai.
Because he charged too hard, the recoil from his soul skill caused his blood to surge in his chest.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot.
My mind was filled with Zhu Zhuqing's aloof face and Lu Ming's contemptuous gaze.
Why resist?
Why not let him vent?
He wildly swung his tiger claws, striking the shield again and again, making a clanging sound like metal being struck.
Completely haphazard.
He was like a drunkard causing a scene in the street.
A chorus of boos erupted from the audience.
"This is Shrek Academy? This is what they call a monster?"
"What kind of fight is that? It's not even as interesting as the two dogs fighting in front of my house."
"Is that blond guy wiping someone's shield? He's working so hard."
These shrill sounds reached the stage.
Dai Mubai became even more impatient.
He turned around and yelled at Ma Hongjun behind him, "You fatso! Are you watching a show? Burn these turtles!"
Ma Hongjun was startled by the shout.
He was also holding back a lot of anger.
Although he had been injured before, he was, after all, a Soul Master with the top-tier Beast Martial Soul, the Evil Fire Phoenix, which gave him a perfect elemental advantage against this iron lump.
"Coming right now!"
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, and purplish-red flames rose up behind him.
Soul power surged.
A pair of fiery wings sprouted from his back, and he flew crookedly into the air.
"Phoenix Fireline!"
Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, and a purplish-red flame shot out, heading straight for the armored formation below.
However.
Just as the flames erupted.
Ma Hongjun's face suddenly turned pale.
The old wound on his chest, which had not yet fully healed, suddenly felt a tearing pain due to the intense circulation of his soul power.
It felt like someone had stabbed him hard in the lung with an awl.
"cough--!"
He couldn't catch his breath.
The once menacing purplish-red flames, like a rooster being choked, were extinguished with a "poof".
Immediately afterwards.
An even more embarrassing scene unfolded.
The fiery wings behind Ma Hongjun dissipated as his soul power was interrupted.
He was still in mid-air when he suddenly lost his support.
"Holy crap—"
The fat man screamed and fell from the sky, flailing his arms and legs.
At this moment, gravity demonstrated absolute fairness.
"Smack!"
A crisp sound.
Ma Hongjun landed face down on the Soul Fighting Platform.
And of all times, he met the worst possible outcome.
He landed right on a puddle of water that someone had left behind.
The large, fat face scraped a distance on the ground before finally stopping at the feet of the captain from the Ironclad Academy.
It's as if they flew over specifically to perform a deep bow to someone.
The entire room fell silent for a second.
Then.
"Hahahahahaha—!"
The burst of laughter instantly lifted the roof off.
It was a genuine burst of laughter from tens of thousands of spectators, and even the stern referee couldn't help but twitch his lips a few times.
"What... what kind of new soul skill is this?"
"Flying toad landing style?"
"Is Shrek Academy just here to be funny? Did they hire clowns specifically for this?"
"Oh dear, I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts from laughing so much. Was that fat guy trying to scam me?"
The laughter was like a tsunami, one wave higher than the next.
On stage.
Ma Hongjun lay on the ground, his face turning a deep purplish-red.
He tried to get up, but the fall had been so hard that his internal organs were displaced, and the pain made him writhe on the ground like a giant worm.
When Dai Mubai saw this, he was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"waste!"
"They're all useless!"
And at the very top of the stands.
That special viewing area that belongs to the Pope.
A figure, bound hand and foot, stared intently at the scene below.
Yu Xiaogang.
His mouth was stuffed with a rag, and he could only make "woo-woo" sounds.
But his eyes were wide open, almost bursting.
Those were his students!
That was a monster he had carefully cultivated!
How could Dai Mubai be so reckless?
How could Ma Hongjun be so easily defeated?
That's impossible!
His theory is perfect, and his training is impeccable!
These kids should be stars on the field, figures that everyone looks up to!
Why did it turn out like this?
Why did it turn into a clown troupe?
shame.
An unprecedented sense of shame overwhelmed Yu Xiaogang's fragile nerves.
He listened to the mocking laughter around him, feeling as if each jeer was slapping him in the face and trampling on his so-called "master" dignity.
"Well..."
Yu Xiaogang rolled his eyes, overwhelmed with anger, and fainted.
His body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, like a bag of unwanted trash.
On the papal chair next to him.
Bibi Dong held a glass of red wine in her hand, gently swirling it.
She looked at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, a hint of disgust and coldness flashing in her eyes.
"You can't even handle this?"
"What a piece of trash."
She turned her head slightly and gave an order to Ghost Douluo beside her.
"Wake him up."
Ghost Douluo accepted the order and casually made a move.
A basin of cold water mixed with ice crystals appeared out of nowhere and was then splashed mercilessly onto Yu Xiaogang's face.
"Splash!"
The biting cold made Yu Xiaogang shiver violently, instantly waking him up.
He opened his eyes blankly, water droplets dripping down his disheveled hair and beard, making him look even more disheveled.
"Keep watching."
Bibi Dong's voice was aloof and devoid of any warmth.
"This is the disciple you are so proud of."
"This is your so-called invincible theory."
"Watch closely how they make a fool of themselves."
Yu Xiaogang trembled all over.
He wanted to close his eyes, not wanting to see that cruel reality anymore.
"Pry open his eyelids."
Bibi Dong gave another order.
Two guards immediately stepped forward, forcibly pressed down on Yu Xiaogang's head, and roughly pried open his eyelids with their fingers, forcing him to look directly at the Soul Fighting Platform.
On the stage at this moment.
The competition has turned into a farce.
Although Ironclad Academy's offensive power wasn't strong, Shrek Academy was in complete disarray.
Dai Mubai was still frantically smashing the shield, consuming a huge amount of soul power.
Ma Hongjun lay on the ground groaning.
Oscar was sweating profusely with anxiety, and no one would catch the sausages he made when he threw them out.
at last.
It was only by Dai Mubai recklessly overdrawing his soul power and forcibly using his fourth soul skill, "White Tiger Meteor Shower," that he barely managed to break through the opponent's turtle shell.
"Bang bang bang!"
The Ironclad Academy team members were blasted away.
But Shrek isn't having an easy time either.
Dai Mubai's soul power was exhausted, and he knelt on one knee, panting heavily.
Ma Hongjun was dragged away like a dead pig.
The entire process was devoid of any beauty, filled with barbarity and chaos.
"The first match of the second round of the preliminary rounds, Shrek Academy wins."
When the referee announced the result, his tone even carried a hint of disdain.
There was no cheering.
There was no applause.
Most of the spectators looked sullen, feeling that watching a bad game had offended their eyes.
Some people even threw fruit peels and water bottles onto the stage.
"Go down!"
"Don't embarrass yourself!"
"This is what they call a strong team? They're not even as good as my grandma!"
As Dai Mubai listened to these sounds, he lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He had never suffered such humiliation.
And all of this.
Everything was seen by a pair of eyes on the top floor of the Martial Soul Hotel.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lu Ming held a glass of red wine in his hand, wearing a silk bathrobe with his chest half-open.
He looked down at the Shrek students who were scurrying away like rats in the street and shook his head slightly.
Shrek?
That's it?
There was no sarcasm in his voice, only a sense of utter indifference born from a clear understanding of the situation.
It's like a giant watching ants rolling around in a mud puddle at his feet, not even bothering to step on them.
He casually placed the wine glass on the table.
A thought crossed my mind.
The chat group interface that existed in the sea of consciousness appeared.
The group chat has exploded.
The group members clearly saw the match in some way.
[Wanting a sweet romance]: Oh my god, is that fat guy trying to be funny? That fall was so artistic.
[Little Witch]: Hehehe, that's hilarious! Back in academy, that fat guy always liked to cheat and slack off, but now he can't even fly steadily.
[Little Witch]: And that Dai Mubai, he bites like a mad dog. How come I never noticed how stupid he was before?
[The Fox's Most Innocent Heart]: Is this the team that was once hailed as monsters? They don't even seem as good as the gatekeepers at our Spirit Hall Academy.
[Poison Fairy]: Heh, just a bunch of rabble. Is this the kind of trash that the theoretical master Yu Xiaogang taught?
Lu Ming looked at these messages and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
[Lu Tiandi]: @[Little Witch] This is the academy you used to attend? Your taste is really not very good.
[Little Witch]: Oh, Brother Lu Ming, please stop! I was tricked into going! I've already turned to the light!
[Little Witch]: To compensate for the pollution of my eyes, I'm going to eat that thing called ice cream tonight!
[Emperor Lu]: Okay, plenty.
Just then.
Ah Yin, who had been diving, suddenly popped up.
[My son is not a bastard]: Judging from the way this academy behaves, it is indeed not worthy of being called a refined institution.
[My son is not a bastard]: Trash.
Lu Ming looked at the message and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
At that moment, Xiao Wu's message also popped up.
[The cutest bunny]: Luckily I'm not in that lousy academy.
[The Cutest Bunny]: No, it's just that I'm glad I saw through their true colors early on and followed my brother. Otherwise, if I had to embarrass myself on stage with that fatso today, I might as well have just killed myself.
[The cutest bunny]: That Tang San is probably hiding somewhere crying right now, isn't he? Serves him right!
[Lu Tiandi]: Cry? He doesn't have time to cry.
Lu Ming replied, his gaze drifting through the floor-to-ceiling window to a dark corner of the Great Soul Arena.
Although they are far apart.
But he could still sense an extremely evil aura surging there.
That was the resentment of the Rakshasa god.
Tang San.
This rat in the gutter seems to have completely turned evil.
"but..."
"No matter how dark he gets, he's still just a rat."
Lu Ming withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the large, soft bed.
On the bed.
Several graceful figures were entangled together, laughing and playing.
Her snow-white skin and long, beautiful legs gleamed alluringly under the lights.
"This kind of scenery is more pleasing to the eye."
Lu Ming chuckled, untied his bathrobe, and pounced on her.
"Ah! My husband is here!"
"Run! The big bad wolf is coming!"
"Catch that rabbit! Don't let her get away!"
The room was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
As for Shrek?
Who is that?
The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the bustling Martial Soul City.
The brightly lit Wuhun Hotel is like a dazzling pearl set in the center of the city.
Inside the penthouse suite, a huge crystal chandelier casts a warm yellow glow, making the room feel ambiguous and dreamlike.
While discussions about the daytime preliminary rounds were still brewing and the clown's behavior at Shrek Academy was still being talked about, the atmosphere inside this room was completely different.
There is no hustle and bustle here, only beauty.
Lu Ming leaned back lazily on the large leather sofa, still toying with the wine glass in his hand. The scarlet liquid in the glass swayed under the light, reflecting his somewhat cynical face.
"Brother Lu Ming, do you think my soul power circulation route is correct?"
A fragrant breeze wafted over.
Shuiyue'er, like a slippery fish, darted straight into Lu Ming's arms.
This girl has always been bold, but tonight she's gone completely out of control.
(End of chapter)