The Strong Humiliate the Weak?

Now that the rules had been agreed upon, both sides prepared to begin the fight.

Dai Mubai's group of six was the first to summon their martial souls.

"Tang San, martial soul Blue Silver Grass, level twenty-nine."

"Xiao Wu, martial soul Soft Bone Rabbit, level thirty."

"Oscar, martial soul Sausage, level thirty."

"Ning Rongrong, martial soul Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, level twenty-eight."

"Zhu Zhuqing, martial soul Hell Spirit Cat, level twenty-nine."

Every one of Dai Mubai's group had the optimal Soul Ring configuration, and their levels were not low either. Among their peers, they were undoubtedly minor geniuses.

Unfortunately, they were facing Ming Lunyu.

Four black Soul Rings, identical to Ma Hongjun's, rose up and brought an endless sense of oppression. The Jade Bone Gold Face Fan slipped silently into his hand.

"Ming Lunyu, martial soul Folding Fan, level forty-five Control System Soul Ancestor."

His smiling expression nevertheless carried a chilling hint of coldness.

It was easy to imagine that the moment those four black Soul Rings appeared, gasps rang out endlessly from the surrounding crowd.

"Alright, quit striking poses. Let's make this quick and settle this grudge. I'm in a hurry," Ming Lunyu said flatly.

"Brothers, attack!"

Dai Mubai let out a furious roar and charged forward first.

Behind him, Ning Rongrong raised the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda high and bestowed buffs upon the group.

Oscar also casually gripped several sausages, ready to provide support at any moment.

Dense Blue Silver Grass vines spread beneath Tang San's feet. Like sinister venomous snakes, they shot out from every tricky angle.

The two Agility Attack System Soul Masters, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, kept circling around, searching for an opening and preparing to land a killing blow.

"Good!" Ma Hongjun slammed his fists together. The Overlord Flame Heavy Armor clanged into place over his body, golden-red wings of light unfurled behind him, and he charged directly at Dai Mubai without dodging.

"White Tiger Body Barrier! White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

After unleashing two enhancement soul skills in succession, Dai Mubai transformed into a fierce tiger descending the mountain and lunged forward viciously.

"Boom!"

The instant their fists collided, a deafening sonic boom erupted.

Dai Mubai's arm went numb. Clutching it, he staggered back more than a dozen steps, while Ma Hongjun did not move an inch.

The difference between them was immediately clear!

"Ha!" Phoenix flames surged over Ma Hongjun's body, burning every vine Tang San lashed at him into ash.

"White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

Dai Mubai spat out a beam of light, but it was easily blocked by the shield from Ma Hongjun's fourth soul skill.

"Ah!"

"Meow!"

Two panicked cries rang out.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing had been obstructed for an instant by the vine-and-wood barrier Ming Lunyu had set up. Ming Lunyu seized that instant and fired off two soul skills in succession.

Zhu Zhuqing was swept into the air by a water tornado, then tightly bound by vines.

Xiao Wu, meanwhile, was blasted black all over by six flaming fans and caught by Tang San.

"Rongrong, assist me!"

Seeing Xiao Wu injured, Tang San instantly lost his reason. He gulped down Oscar's sausages, stepped into Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and charged forward, vowing to make whoever had hurt Xiao Wu pay the price!

Ming Lunyu's gaze sharpened.

He actually sensed a threat from this ordinary-looking youth, whose Soul Power was only level twenty-nine and whose martial soul was merely Blue Silver Grass!

He had never felt this way even when facing two Soul Kings. What gave this Tang San the right?

Ming Lunyu, now on guard, began moving at high speed. Relying on physical abilities close to those of a Soul Saint, he forcefully maintained a certain distance from Tang San while continuously firing off soul skills, leaving Tang San miserable.

"Damn it! Does this guy have endless Soul Power?"

Tang San could no longer hold back. If this continued, he would be the one to lose! And he would not be able to avenge his beloved Xiao Wu!

Without further hesitation, mechanical clicks sounded from all over his body. Five incomparably sharp hidden arrows shot out from different parts of his body like Death's scythe, determined to take Ming Lunyu's life.

Ming Lunyu clicked his tongue.

What had set this guy off? Why was he suddenly fighting so desperately? Honestly, that attack could already take the life of an ordinary Soul Ancestor. How could a mere Soul Grandmaster unleash something like that?

While defending himself, Ming Lunyu carefully examined Tang San.

"Crossbow arrows? And what's that?"

He watched Tang San take out a small box, fiddle with it a few times, and then fire out a huge spray of steel needles.

"Raging Waterfall Tornado!"

With a sweep of his fan, a water tornado rose up, blocking the incoming steel needles. The tornado's high-speed rotation then accelerated them and sent every needle flying back.

This time, Tang San's expression changed.

"Ugh, ah!"

Unable to evade in time, Tang San was pierced all over with dense, bloody wounds.

"Brother!" Xiao Wu, having recovered some strength, was frantic with worry. He hurriedly threw himself to Tang San's side and glared at Ming Lunyu with hatred.

Psychopath... Ming Lunyu cursed inwardly. What are these two acting like they're about to die over? I only injured you, I didn't kill you. Why are you acting like mortal enemies? Do soul masters not get hurt when they fight normally?

Seeing that the two had lost their ability to fight, Ming Lunyu stopped paying attention to them. Instead, he flung out a third soul skill that sent Ning Rongrong flying, then sent another water tornado to blast Oscar away.

On the other side, Dai Mubai was also being pinned to the ground and hammered by Ma Hongjun. His defeat was already certain.

Ma Hongjun stopped attacking and skipped over to Ming Lunyu's side.

"You lost. Fulfill your promise."

"Never!" Dai Mubai clenched his fists unwillingly.

"What? Trying to welch on the bet? You agreed to it yourselves!" Ma Hongjun swept a contemptuous gaze over them.

Their expressions immediately turned ugly. Zhu Zhuqing reacted the most strongly. Looking at Dai Mubai's behavior, she could not hide the disappointment in her eyes.

Just as Ma Hongjun's expression turned cold and he was about to say something else, two overwhelming auras descended upon him and Ming Lunyu.

"You two, spare others when you can. You've already won, so stop while you're ahead." A tall, thin man with rectangular glasses, Flender, descended not far from Ming Lunyu. Seven Soul Rings pulsed around him.

He was a Soul Saint!

"That's right! If you still want to bully my students, don't blame me for being rude!" Another burly man, Zhao Wuji, also leaped down from the air and landed heavily in the arena. He too was a Soul Saint.

Others might have been intimidated by Soul Saints, but Ming Lunyu and Ma Hongjun would not.

They had killed countless people of this caliber in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

"Oh? Stop while we're ahead? Bully?" Ming Lunyu spoke coolly. "So, was I the one who started the provocation? Was I the one who agreed to the wager? Or was I the one who outnumbered the other side, only to be defeated instead? Your students have poor character, pathetic strength, and lost because they were inferior. Now you jump out to save face for them? Heh, how shameless!"

After that barrage, everyone nearby looked at Flender indignantly.

The group of six, especially the girls, went pale and flushed in turns, deeply ashamed.

But Flender had long been used to being a scoundrel. Seeing that he could not win through reason, he used force to suppress them.

"So what? In the world of soul masters, the strong are supreme! My students lost, but with me here, you're the ones who should apologize!" Flender fully unleashed his Soul Saint pressure.

"Oh? The strong are supreme? Is that what you believe?" A cold female voice rang out.

Dugu Bo drifted over from the crowd barefoot, the pressure around her equally undisguised as she firmly suppressed Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the group of six.

Her emerald-green vertical pupils, like those of a venomous snake, swept over everyone coldly.

"!"

The group of six was instantly forced to their knees by the pressure. Flender and Zhao Wuji struggled bitterly, unable to straighten their backs.

"Ti-Titled Douluo!" Flender forced out with difficulty.

The atmosphere became heavy, and the surrounding crowd had long since fled in terror.

Heaven wants me dead! Flender cried out in despair inwardly.

Who could have expected that merely standing up for his students would lead him to encounter such an existence!

No!

A flash of insight shot through Flender's mind like a bolt of lightning.

How could two prodigies whose first four Soul Rings were all ten-thousand-year rings possibly come from an ordinary faction? This Titled Douluo had to be their protector!

Flender regretted it to death. Why had he not realized this sooner? If he had noticed earlier, he would have stopped Dai Mubai from continuing his provocation.

What nonsense about those who dared not cause trouble being mediocre! That was just something to fool children. If one did not know how to read people and act with proper restraint, while only bullying the weak and fearing the strong, sooner or later one would run into someone truly formidable!

Now, the invincible confidence they had tried to cultivate in the students had barely taken shape before being shattered. Whether the constant claim that "we are monsters" would leave them completely dispirited remained to be seen. The most pressing question now was whether they could survive at the hands of this mysterious Titled Douluo.

"Young Master, how do you wish to deal with them?" Dugu Bo looked respectfully at Ming Lunyu.

Ming Lunyu narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

Flender's group felt their scalps tingle under his gaze, their hearts filled with fear.

Yet they all continued glaring at Ming Lunyu with stubborn defiance.

"Forget it..." Ming Lunyu finally waved his hand, wearing a bored expression. "This is pointless. Let's go."

"Hmph, you'd better behave yourselves!" Dugu Bo snorted coldly, withdrew her pressure, and closely followed Ming Lunyu.

Ma Hongjun and Tang Fu'er followed like shadows, likewise not giving the group another glance.

Dai Mubai was filled with relief at having survived, but their complete disregard also made him incomparably furious. Yet there was nothing he could do...

At some point, Xiao Wu had curled up in Tang San's arms. His face was terrifyingly pale, and his entire body trembled.

While Oscar was relieved, he could not help yearning for powerful strength. However, when he looked at Dai Mubai, there was ultimately a hidden trace of resentment in his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's eyes flickered as they wondered what they were thinking.