Putting on a Show and Thinking You Can Leave? (Please Bookmark! Please Recommend!!)

"Talk things over properly? Boss Wang, do I look like someone who talks things over properly?" Dai Mubai shot the boss a sidelong glance with his pair of cold eyes.

Stared at by those icy eyes, Boss Wang immediately broke out in sweat. He bent even lower and wiped his brow. "Young Master Dai, what are you saying? With your status, please be the bigger man and overlook a lesser man. I'll cover today's bill."

"Do I look like I'm short on that bit of money?" Dai Mubai said unhappily.

"Who are you calling a lesser man? I think you're the one looking down on people! That blond brat was clearly the arrogant one. If he doesn't apologize today, I'll have to teach him a proper lesson!"

The moment Xiao Wu heard the hotel owner call her a lesser man, her troublemaking nature flared up. She immediately jumped out and started cursing.

"Hmph, you dare call me a blond brat? I'm definitely teaching you, you little blonde girl, a proper lesson today!" The moment Dai Mubai heard his prized golden hair being called blond, his gaze turned cold. The two curvaceous Twin Sisters beside him also stepped aside on their own, watching Xiao Wu with expressions of eager anticipation.

"Lang-ge, let me handle this."

Seeing that Mo Lang was about to make a move, Tang San immediately stepped forward. He had spent the past few years being taught a lesson by Mo Lang, and now that he had finally encountered a fairly strong opponent, he could test his own level and see whether he was really that weak.

Mo Lang glanced at Tang San. Tang San's current strength was the same as in the novel; he had reached rank 29 Soul Grandmaster. Facing Dai Mubai would not be much of a problem.

If things really went wrong, he could always step in himself. More importantly, he was afraid he would not be able to stop himself from crippling the other party. At the same time, this could hone Tang San's practical combat ability.

After all, flowers raised in a greenhouse were useless beyond looking pretty.

"What are you fighting over? Come at me together, so you can't say I'm bullying you." Dai Mubai's eyes brimmed with disdain. They were making him seem like some soft persimmon anyone could squeeze.

"I'm doing this for your own good." Tang San took a step forward and spoke calmly.

"For my own good? Then I really ought to thank you properly!" Dai Mubai felt slighted. Though he had sensed pressure from the black-clothed youth as well, he did not believe anyone his age could be his match!

As soon as he finished speaking, a sinister glint flashed through Dai Mubai's eyes. His right foot suddenly exerted force, and he shot toward Tang San like an arrow loosed from a bow. At the same time, he raised his clenched right fist and viciously smashed it toward Tang San's chest!

It was only a simple punch, without any fancy movements, yet it whistled through the air with a string of explosive cracks. That alone showed how heavy the blow was—it would not be easy to take.

Trying to overpower me with brute force? But compared to Lang-ge's fists, this punch looks slow and weak, soft as cotton.

Seeing this, Tang San recalled the times he had fought Lang-ge. At first, there had not been a single spot on his face that was intact. It had taken him a year before he could barely withstand Lang-ge's attacks, so he knew full well that he could not retreat from this punch!

If he retreated, his opponent would use the momentum to build up his aura. So instead of retreating, he advanced, stepping forward and throwing out a punch of his own!

Bang!

With a muffled impact, the two exchanged punches. Dai Mubai merely came to a simple stop, while Tang San retreated one or two steps. It looked like neither had won, but the difference in strength was already clear.

Tang San still found it somewhat difficult to match Dai Mubai in strength. However, compared to the four or five steps he had retreated in the novel, his sparring with Mo Lang had still improved him considerably.

The two also stopped, each seeing surprise in the other's eyes.

"You can take one of my punches, so your strength is fairly decent. Of course, only fairly decent. Now I'm going to get serious. Show me your soul rings."

Dai Mubai did not want to waste any more time and directly revealed his soul rings: two yellow and one purple, clearly two hundred-year soul rings and one thousand-year soul ring.

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul: White Tiger, rank 37 Battle Soul Elder. Please advise!" Once his Martial Soul appeared, Dai Mubai gained a hint of domineering presence. Announcing one's Martial Soul and rank signified a formal challenge between soul masters.

Clearly, the youth before him had caught his attention.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, rank 29 Soul Master. Please advise."

As he spoke, Tang San also revealed his Martial Soul and stated his current rank. Two yellow hundred-year soul rings appeared behind him.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

Dai Mubai's now-white eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise.

Tang San then spoke that classic line:

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless soul masters."

Those words also reminded Mo Lang of a saying from his previous life: there were no useless heroes, only useless summoners.

"Haha, that's an interesting line. Let me see what's so extraordinary about your Blue Silver Grass today!" Dai Mubai laughed loudly. Then, after activating Martial Soul Possession, he charged at Tang San with thunderous force.

Under Martial Soul Possession, Dai Mubai's strength and speed rose by more than a level. His white hair fluttered, and in the blink of an eye, he had appeared before Tang San.

Tang San did not hesitate in the slightest and hurriedly retreated. He knew well that, as a control-type soul master, he absolutely could not let a Battle Soul Master get close. At the same time, the Blue Silver Grass activated and wrapped around Dai Mubai.

The two immediately entered an intense tug-of-war, fighting fiercely.

Their battle drew quite a few onlookers. When they saw that these two young men were respectively a Soul Master and a Soul Elder, every one of them revealed shocked expressions.

After their shock, many began praising the endlessly varied methods the two used in battle. It was truly an incredible spectacle.

The patrolling guards also hurried over. When they saw that two soul masters were engaged in a formal challenge, they wisely did not step forward to scold or stop them. Instead, they took the initiative to clear out an open area and let the two fight freely.

After all, battles between soul masters could usually only be seen at the Soul Fighting Arena. Since there was a free show, they would be fools not to watch.

Pfft!

In the end, Tang San was defeated by Dai Mubai's third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

"You're quite strong, but the gap between us is too great. Still, I think we'll meet again soon. When you get to Shrek Academy, if anyone bullies you, remember to give them the name of Dai Mubai, the Evil Eye White Tiger."

Dai Mubai returned to normal and gave Tang San a deep look as he spoke.

After saying that, he waved to the Twin Sisters and headed into the hotel. He had just finished one fight, and there was still a fierce one-man-two-women battle waiting for him later. Shouldn't he eat more to replenish his strength?

But when he reached Mo Lang, Mo Lang blocked his path and said, "You think you can leave after putting on a show? How could there be such a good deal?"

Dai Mubai looked at Mo Lang and frowned. He did not know why, but although his own eyes looked sinister enough, when he saw the smile at the corner of the other's lips, he felt that the other person was even more wicked.

Still, since the other party wanted to trade moves with him, he did not mind playing with him a little more.