Conflict in the Town
Upon learning that the group of children belonged to an unknown academy, rather than any sect, Ye Zhiqiu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Since he had no powerful connections, there was no need to hold back. Ye Zhiqiu said no more and directly released his martial Martial Soul.
Possessed by Mysterious Turtle!
With the possession of the Beast Martial Soul Mysterious Turtle, a huge tortoise shell rose on Ye Zhiqiu's back, one white, two yellow, and two purple, and five Soul Rings rose from his feet, indicating Ye Zhiqiu's Soul King level strength.
The aura of the Five-Ring Soul King erupted in full force, forcing Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun to involuntarily take a half-step back.
Tang San remained unmoved, took another bite of rice, and then whispered to Xiao Wu, "Eat your food first, don't worry about that mess."
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun caused this mess themselves; let them resolve it themselves. It's good for them to learn a lesson.
Xiao Wu glanced at Tang San, nodded, and continued eating.
Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Oscar, who were standing nearby, followed suit and quickly ate their food.
For a moment, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun found themselves in an awkward and helpless situation, and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes.
Fortunately, Ye Zhiqiu didn't resort to bullying or violence. Instead, he said, "You're all students, so I won't stoop to your level. Where's your teacher? Call him out, and I'll settle this with him."
Ye Zhiqiu's reminder made Ma Hongjun realize that Zhao Wuji was on the second floor, and his courage immediately returned.
He puffed out his chest, his small eyes full of provocation, and sneered, "You old bastard, you think you can see Teacher Zhao? We can take care of you!"
Tang San almost burst out laughing when he heard this; this fatso really knew how to stir up trouble and wasn't afraid of making things worse.
Anyone with a turtle-type Martial Soul would be furious if called a "turtle." Ma Hongjun is practically pissing on his head; that's really mean.
Sure enough, as soon as the words "old bastard" were uttered, the veins on Ye Zhiqiu's forehead bulged, his face turned bright red, and his Soul Power surged throughout his body.
Just as Ye Zhiqiu was about to make a move, the hotel owner rushed out from behind the counter, his voice trembling as he said, "Ladies and gentlemen... esteemed Lord Soul Masters, please, please don't fight in our humble shop. It's a small business, we can't afford any more trouble..."
Hearing the shopkeeper's words, Ye Zhiqiu barely suppressed his urge to attack immediately. He laughed angrily, "Fine, you two brats, we'll settle this outside. Today I'll teach you a lesson and show you what it means to be arrogant!"
After saying that, Ye Zhiqiu turned and walked out, carrying the large black tortoise shell on his back. The students from the Canghui Academy also left the hotel together, not forgetting to turn back and glare at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun a few times as they left.
From this perspective, Ye Zhiqiu is quite well-mannered. Despite being humiliated by a few kids, he managed to restrain himself and chose to resolve the matter outside rather than fighting inside the store.
As the group from the Canghui Academy walked out of the hotel, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun immediately turned their gazes to Tang San, their eyes filled with pleading.
"Why are you looking at me?" Tang San continued eating his meal. "You caused this mess yourselves, so don't bother me while I'm eating."
Dai Mubai snorted and walked out of the hotel one after the other with Ma Hongjun.
Seeing that Tang San didn't move, Ning Rongrong and the others didn't follow him out either.
A moment later, Ma Hongjun of pain came from outside, followed by the sounds of crashing and Dai Mubai, mixed with Ye Zhiqiu's low curses.
Although Ye Zhiqiu was a defensive-type Soul Master, he was not without offensive power. Moreover, his Soul Power Level was two ranks higher, making him no match for Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai. The two were forced to retreat step by step, only able to run away in a sorry state.
A moment later, the students from the Canghui Academy walked in again. They wore smug expressions and held their chins high.
A male student glanced around the restaurant and, seeing that Tang San and the others hadn't moved, assumed they were intimidated by the imposing presence of the Canghui Academy. He puffed out his chest and deliberately raised his voice a few octaves. "Oh, so there are five cowards here? Weren't you all so smug just now? Why aren't you uttering a sound now?"
It's true what they say, one bad apple spoils the whole bunch. He swallowed his anger when Dai Mubai beat him up, but now that a teacher has stood up for him, he's back to being arrogant.
This kind of smug, petty behavior is even more disgusting than Dai Mubai's overt arrogance and domineering attitude.
Although Tang San disliked causing trouble, he also didn't want others to hog him.
He put down his chopsticks, and with a thought, a thick Blue Silver vine quickly grew from the feet of the man who had uttered the insults.
Before the man could react, the Blue Silver vine had already lashed his mouth.
"Smack!"
The sound was crisp and loud. The person screamed in pain and staggered back several steps. He covered his mouth with both hands, blood seeping from between his fingers, and there was a very obvious red mark on his face.
The man looked around, his eyes filled with terror and anger. "Who? Who hit me?"
Xiao Wu, who was standing to the side, burst out laughing, "Is that even a question? Don't you know who you've messed with?"
The man's gaze fell on Xiao Wu, then Xiao Wu to Tang San. He quickly noticed that a dark blue vine was slowly retracting from Tang San's right palm.
The Canghui Academy student whose mouth had been slapped by the Blue Silver vines covered his swollen face, his anger overwhelming his reason. He rushed forward, grabbed the table where Tang San and the others were eating, and forcefully overturned it.
Bowls and plates flew up, soup splashed everywhere, and the dishes were scattered all over the floor in a mess.
Xiao Wu had already kicked out.
"Bang!"
It hit the man squarely in the chest.
The man's body flew backward, tracing an arc in the air, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop. He lay on the ground, clutching his chest, his face deathly pale, unable to get up for a long time.
Standing to the side, Ye Zhiqiu's face was ashen. He was extremely disappointed in that student. He had already taught those two a lesson, yet he still had to provoke them. Wasn't he just courting death?
But no matter what, she was still a student of their own academy. To be kicked away by a girl from an unknown academy in front of so many people—where would Canghui Academy's reputation be?
Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath, his Mysterious Turtle Martial Soul Possession, and his five Soul Rings lit up again. "Little girl, you've gone too far. Was it really necessary to use such force? Today I..."
Tang San didn't give Ye Zhiqiu a chance to finish speaking.
Blue Silver vines flew out from Tang San's palm, moving as fast as a blue lightning bolt, and precisely wrapped around Ye Zhiqiu's limbs.
The vines tightened, digging into his flesh, and Ye Zhiqiu felt as if his limbs were chained together, unable to move.
Ye Zhiqiu struggled with all his might. The power of the Mysterious Turtle Martial Soul was among the top of defensive-type Soul Masters, but he found that he couldn't break free from these vines at all. The vines were as tough as steel wire, tightening the more he struggled, causing his wrists and ankles to ache.
Ye Zhiqiu's pupils suddenly contracted. He was Five-Ring Soul King, a defensive Soul Master, and strength was his advantage.
This twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in front of me actually managed to lock himself up with just a few vines?
Tang San extended another Blue Silver vine. The vine hardened in the air, its tip becoming sharp, transforming into a blue-white spear, the tip of which pierced straight towards Ye Zhiqiu's throat.
It moved with lightning speed, the tip of the gun drawing a cold light in the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.