My Lord, Could You Beat Me Up Once?

Flender, having been shown the door by Mo Lang, arrived at Zhao Wuji's quarters.

"I love taking baths, my skin feels so good."

The moment he reached the door, Flender heard Zhao Wuji singing while scrubbing himself. His rough voice made the song sound as awful as a drake's quack.

"Stop singing. Other people charge money for singing, but your singing kills people," Flender said, knocking on Zhao Wuji's door.

Splash!

Before his words had even faded, the door flew open, and a basin of pitch-black water was dumped directly over Flender.

"Well, if it isn't Flender. What brings you here?"

Wrapped in a bath towel, Zhao Wuji put on an innocent act as he looked at Flender, who had just been drenched in his bathwater.

"Zhao Wuji, are you fucking insane?! You actually dumped your bathwater on your boss? Ugh!"

As Flender spoke, the stench of the bathwater—like a sewer—made him retch.

"Boss? My boss is Dean Mo now. Who the hell are you?" Zhao Wuji was clearly still holding a grudge over Flender's earlier bootlicking.

"You! If I don't teach you a proper lesson today, then my name isn't Flender!"

Flender flew into a rage and charged at Zhao Wuji despite the foul smell covering his body.

He was a dignified 78th Rank Soul Saint. Though he was only two ranks above Zhao Wuji, the higher a soul master's rank became, the greater the gap between each rank. Especially after reaching the Titled Douluo level, every additional rank was as difficult as climbing to heaven.

"Bring it on! Who's afraid of who!"

To Flender's surprise, Zhao Wuji did not fear him in the slightest. The Soul Power fluctuations around his body were actually on par with Flender's.

"When did you break through again?!"

Seeing that Zhao Wuji's Soul Power fluctuations matched his own, Flender stopped, his face full of shock.

"Hehe, I have my new big brother's ten punches to thank for that. They not only strengthened my body, but also healed the hidden injuries left behind from my old wounds. My Soul Power now flows more smoothly, so I jumped two ranks in a row!"

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms, with no intention of fighting Flender.

It was not because he cared about their old friendship. He had just finished bathing, while Flender reeked from head to toe. Otherwise, he would have wanted to test his current strength as well.

"Really?! Getting beaten up actually healed your old injuries and even helped you break through?!"

Flender could hardly believe it. There was such a bizarre thing in this world?

"Believe it or not. Once the pain in my body goes away, I'm going to ask Boss to give me a few more hits."

The moment Zhao Wuji thought about how getting beaten up had allowed him to break through, he could not help wanting Mo Lang to beat him up again.

It hurt a little, but if it could help him reach the Soul Douluo realm sooner, he could accept however much beating it took.

"Farewell."

Seeing that Zhao Wuji did not seem to be lying, Flender immediately took his leave.

He was already a 78th Rank Soul Saint. If he improved by another two ranks, he would become a Soul Douluo!

A Soul Saint might be powerful, but compared to a Soul Douluo, they were nothing but little brothers.

It might seem like the difference was only one soul ring and one additional soul skill, but in truth, the gap was like heaven and earth!

As Xiao Wu watched Mo Lang sleeping soundly in her arms, she suddenly remembered something, and her eyes filled with unease.

Because only she knew this secret.

She had not even told Mo Lang. It was not that she did not want to, but that she had never found the right opportunity.

More importantly, she did not want her identity to force her apart from Mo Lang. That was the outcome she could least accept.

Because she had already grown used to having him in every part of her life.

But her secret of being a soul beast could be seen through by anyone who reached the Soul Douluo realm. Mo Lang had displayed the strength of a Titled Douluo earlier, so did that not mean he had long since seen through her identity?

How was she supposed to face him from now on?

"Xiao Wu, no matter what happens, don't leave me, okay?"

At that moment, Mo Lang suddenly murmured in his sleep and held Xiao Wu even tighter. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, as though he had dreamed of something terrible.

Only Old Jack knew that although Mo Lang appeared carefree and uninhibited, his heart was actually exceptionally delicate.

Having had no parents in either of his two lives, he treasured every hard-won bond more than anyone else.

Especially after spending the past six years with Xiao Wu. Although nothing beyond friendship had happened between them, he actually depended on her even more than she depended on him.

Hearing Mo Lang's sudden confession, Xiao Wu knew he was only talking in his sleep. Yet when she saw the tears at the corners of his eyes, it was as though her heartstrings had been plucked, and her heart suddenly began to pound.

At the same time, the helplessness she had felt earlier transformed from unease into sweetness and happiness. At that moment, she finally understood that she had already fallen deeply in love with him.

She gazed at Mo Lang tenderly, gently wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, and said softly, "Don't worry, A Lang. Unless you no longer want me, I will never leave you."

Yes.

At that moment, she made up her mind to tell Mo Lang her true identity after he woke up.

No matter the outcome, she would accept it.

Afternoon.

Quite a few people had already gathered outside Mo Lang's door.

But since Mo Lang had not awakened, none of them dared disturb him.

As a result, Tang San, who was standing guard at the door, was dragged into answering all sorts of questions.

Yet Tang San did not know much himself, nor did he want to say anything. This only made Flender, Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, and the others—including the future Shrek Seven Devils—even more curious about Mo Lang.

How had someone who was not even fifteen become a Titled Douluo?

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, no one had ever achieved such a feat.

Previously, the youngest Titled Douluo had been Tang San's father, who became a Titled Douluo in his forties. Compared with Mo Lang, who had become a Titled Douluo at thirteen and a half, there was a difference of thirty years!

That alone showed that Mo Lang's level of monstrous talent was unprecedented!

Creak.

At that moment, the door opened, and Mo Lang and Xiao Wu walked out of the room.

"My Lord, you're finally awake. Are you all right?"

The moment Mo Lang appeared, Flender asked with a fawning expression.

"I'm fine. Where's the kitchen? Xiao Wu is hungry, so I'm going to prepare dinner." Mo Lang shook his head, then looked at Tang San. "Xiao San, go buy some ingredients. Since everyone is here, buy more."

"Okay, Lang-ge."

The moment he heard that Lang-ge was going to cook personally again, Tang San's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran toward Suotuo City.

He knew Lang-ge's cooking skills very well.

"Boss, as someone as esteemed as you, how can you cook personally? We have chefs here," Zhao Wuji quickly said.

"Hmph, how could your chefs compare to A Lang's cooking? His dishes are the most delicious food on the entire Douluo Continent!" Xiao Wu said proudly, holding Mo Lang's arm.

"Since we have the good fortune to eat food personally prepared by My Lord, that is our honor," Flender said. Since Xiao Wu had put it that way, he could not very well refuse.

He had even resolved inwardly that no matter how awful it tasted, he would still give it a thumbs-up and praise it.

"Um, My Lord, before that, I have an impertinent request." Flender said awkwardly, "My Lord, could you beat me up once?"

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