Hit the small, the old came

By the time Ning Qiu and Xiao Wu arrived at the lounge, Dai Mubai, Wu Sheng, and the others had already been waiting for quite a while.

"I never expected today's matches to be so easy!"

"Exactly! Other than using up some Soul Power, I barely even had to make a move!"

"Especially me. I never thought that, as someone with a Support System martial soul, I could defeat a Power Attack System Soul Master all by myself."

Inside the lounge, the Ten Elites of Holy Soul Village laughed and chatted, reflecting excitedly on that night's battles.

"Xiao Rong, don't forget that everything you achieved today was bestowed upon you by Ning LaoDa," Dai Mubai reminded him.

"Mm. I won't forget. If Ning LaoDa hadn't taught me the Fierce Tiger Fist, there's no way I, a Support System Soul Master, could have defeated a Power Attack System Soul Master head-on." A golden-haired youth with a square face looked at Ning Qiu with grateful eyes.

The young man was named Su Rong, and his martial soul was a scepter. People usually called him Xiao Rong. He was also the only Support System Soul Master among the Holy Soul Ten Elites.

"Ning LaoDa, thank you," Su Rong said gratefully to Ning Qiu.

"You don't need to thank me. What you achieved today was the result of your past efforts." Ning Qiu smiled as he looked at everyone, feeling immensely gratified. They had won all fifteen matches that night—ten individual matches and five two-person team matches. They had even won a seven-man team battle.

By the time they left the Great Soul Arena, it was already late at night. Ning Qiu led everyone back to the hotel. Just as they were about to enter, someone pointed at Dai Mubai and said, "Teacher Zhao, that's him!"

"You again!" Dai Mubai frowned as he looked at a fat man dressed in red with red hair. "What, wasn't your beating enough?"

Ning Qiu also frowned and sized up the other party.

The fat man had red hair styled in a Mohawk. His face was bruised and swollen, clearly showing that he had been beaten up not long ago.

By the time Ning Qiu and Xiao Wu arrived at the lounge, Dai Mubai, Wu Sheng, and the others had already been waiting for quite a while.

"I never expected today's matches to be so easy!"

"Exactly! Other than using up some Soul Power, I barely even had to make a move!"

"Especially me. I never thought that, as someone with a Support System martial soul, I could defeat a Power Attack System Soul Master all by myself. If things keep going like this tonight, we'll soon earn Bronze Spirit badges!"

Inside the lounge, the Ten Elites of Holy Soul Village laughed and chatted, reflecting excitedly on that night's battles.

"Xiao Rong, don't forget that everything you achieved today was bestowed upon you by Ning LaoDa," Dai Mubai reminded him.

"Mm. I won't forget. If Ning LaoDa hadn't taught me the Fierce Tiger Fist, there's no way I, a Support System Soul Master, could have defeated a Power Attack System Soul Master head-on." A golden-haired youth with a square face looked at Ning Qiu with grateful eyes.

The young man was named Su Rong, and his martial soul was a scepter. People usually called him Xiao Rong. He was also the only Support System Soul Master among the Holy Soul Ten Elites.

"Ning LaoDa, thank you," Su Rong said gratefully to Ning Qiu.

"You don't need to thank me. What you achieved today was the result of your past efforts." Ning Qiu smiled as he looked at everyone, feeling immensely gratified. They had won all fifteen matches that night—ten individual matches and five two-person team matches. They had even won a seven-man team battle.

By the time they left the Great Soul Arena, it was already late at night. Ning Qiu led everyone back to the hotel. Just as they were about to enter, someone pointed at Dai Mubai and said, "Teacher Zhao, that's him!"

"You again!" Dai Mubai frowned as he looked at a fat man dressed in red with red hair. "What, wasn't your beating enough?"

Ning Qiu also frowned and sized up the other party.

The fat man had red hair styled in a Mohawk. His face was bruised and swollen, clearly showing that he had been beaten up not long ago.

Teacher Zhao?

Ning Qiu thought to himself. Could that be Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Bright King?

The man called Teacher Zhao stood facing the hotel entrance with his back to Ning Qiu and the others, so they could not see his face. But his solid muscles and tattooed arms made it obvious at a glance that he was no one to be trifled with.

Judging solely from the muscular man's back, he really did resemble Zhao Wuji from the original storyline. Ning Qiu then recalled the small patch of scorched hair on Dai Mubai's head. Given Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's unsavory hobbies, he had already guessed the cause of the incident.

"What happened, Mubai?" As the village chief of Holy Soul Village, Ning Qiu asked Dai Mubai with concern.

"Didn't you tell us to go do our own thing today? Su Rong and a few others and I went looking for some fun. I took a liking to a woman and wanted her to keep me company. Then this damned fatty suddenly appeared and said that woman had been reserved by him. We got into an argument and started fighting. This damned fatty was no match for me, so I gave him a beating," Dai Mubai replied.

"Who are you calling a damned fatty?" the red-haired fatty snapped.

"You couldn't beat me, so you brought someone with a useless Blue Silver Grass martial soul to settle the score. If that doesn't make you a damned fatty, what does?" Dai Mubai shot back angrily.

"Blue Silver Grass?" Ning Qiu was startled. Could that person be Tang San?

"Yeah. That guy was very strange. His martial soul was clearly Blue Silver Grass, yet he had cultivated it to level twenty-nine. If I hadn't known his name, I would've thought he was from our village. But in the end, he was still no match for me. I just didn't expect this damned fatty to keep coming back again and again. This time, he even brought an adult to help him get even." Dai Mubai glanced at Teacher Zhao before looking at the red-haired fatty with disdain.

"Teacher Zhao, he's the one who beat me up. You have to stand up for me!" the red-haired fatty pleaded.

"Have you got no shame? You actually got into a fight with someone over playing with women. Damn it." Upon hearing this, Teacher Zhao rebuked the red-haired fatty indignantly.

"Teacher Zhao, you're not going to help me?" the red-haired fatty asked weakly.

"Since we're already here, let's loosen up a little!" Teacher Zhao slowly turned around. Like the red-haired fatty, his face was also bruised and swollen. As he cracked his knuckles with a series of crunches, he looked at Dai Mubai and said, "Apologize to my man, and I can hit you a little more lightly."

"I did nothing wrong. Why should I apologize? If you want to fight, I'll see it through to the end." Dai Mubai assumed a fighting stance. With a thought, he summoned his martial soul, the Evil Eye White Tiger.

"The Evil Eye White Tiger? A Soul Ancestor?" Zhao Wuji's heart jolted. As the Immovable Bright King of the Soul Master world and a teacher at Shrek Academy, he recognized Dai Mubai's martial soul.

The Evil Eye White Tiger was the martial soul of the Star Luo Empire's royal family.

"What is your name?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"Dai Mubai," Dai Mubai answered.

"Dai Mubai? Your surname is Dai!" Zhao Wuji's expression shifted as he fell into thought. In his view, this was the territory of the Balak Kingdom within the Heaven Dou Empire. How could a member of the Star Luo Empire's royal family appear here? Dai Mubai should merely possess Star Luo Royal Family blood, rather than actually belong to the Star Luo Royal Family. With that thought, Zhao Wuji relaxed inwardly.

Just as Zhao Wuji and Dai Mubai stood at sword's point, with a fight about to break out at any moment, Ning Qiu stepped forward and positioned himself between them.

"May I ask your honored name?" Ning Qiu asked with cupped fists.

"Zhao Wuji." As he spoke, Zhao Wuji summoned his martial soul. Seven soul rings rose from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

"Martial soul, Vajra Bear? Zhao Wuji? Could you be the Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji?" Dai Mubai cried out gravely.

"Yes, that would be me." Zhao Wuji nodded.

"Respected Soul Saint, the matter is already quite clear. Everything has an order of arrival. Mubai was not at fault—it was your people. If you insist on saving face, aren't you afraid of damaging your own reputation? A Soul Saint above level seventy, whose student was inferior to another, then personally stepped in to bully a Soul Ancestor barely above level forty. Even if you won, it would hardly be honorable." Ning Qiu smiled.

"Fine, then I'll give him a chance. I won't use my martial soul. As long as he can last an Incense Stick's Time against me, this matter will be settled for good." Zhao Wuji looked supremely confident.

"Are you sure?" Ning Qiu asked.

"I'm sure." Zhao Wuji smiled. From Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, he had learned techniques for fighting without using his martial soul. After being beaten up in succession by the father-and-son pair, Tang San and Tang Hao, he had been holding in a bellyful of anger. This was the perfect chance to vent it on Dai Mubai.

At that thought, the smile at the corner of Zhao Wuji's lips turned even more sinister.