Dai Mubai

Time flew by, and six years passed in the blink of an eye.

Same old formula: in the area where Shrek Academy was located, the teenage Xiao Wu and Tang San arrived at a standard couples' hotel.

"Third Brother, I want you to buy me this!"

Xiao Wu said coquettishly to Tang San.

"Sure, sure, sure!"

Tang San generously pulled out his wallet and bought exactly what Xiao Wu had asked for.

"It's delicious. Third Brother, have a bite too."

Xiao Wu held out the candied hawthorn skewer she had already bitten into toward Tang San.

"Mhm, mhm. As expected of something Xiao Wu picked—it's delicious!"

Tang San was no longer the blockhead he had been in the original story. Or perhaps he had simply begun learning how to please Xiao Wu.

Hmph, Xiao Wu still ended up by my side!

Tang San looked at the delighted Xiao Wu, her little mouth stuffed with candied hawthorn like a bunny's, and thought to himself.

After all, six years ago, there had been Ryotaro, who had seemed to be competing with him for Xiao Wu. But after obtaining his First Soul Ring, Ryotaro had gradually grown distant from Xiao Wu.

And afterward, Xiao Wu stopped paying Ryotaro any attention, only willing to stay with Tang San.

Tang San had come here today on Grandmaster's orders, to enroll in and join the academy Grandmaster had designated: Shrek Academy.

Although Shrek was practically unknown around these parts, his teacher Grandmaster had told him to come.

Thus, Tang San, who revered the principle of respecting one's teacher and honoring the Way, naturally did not object and came here.

Of course, the first stop upon arriving was definitely the hotel. Only with suitable lodging could he and Xiao Wu wash away their exhaustion before heading to Shrek Academy the next day.

"There's only one room left? Then we'll take it."

When Tang San heard that only one room remained, he made the choice immediately.

"Hold it. Young Master Dai wants this room!"

A room token flew toward him, and Tang San easily caught it.

It was Dai Mubai—the nominal boss but actual little punk.

Thus, hot-tempered Xiao Wu began arguing with Dai Mubai, and a fight was on the verge of breaking out.

"Um, everyone can actually get along peacefully. There's no need to fight."

A timid voice rang out, making Dai Mubai very unhappy.

Dai Mubai looked over and saw a delicate-looking but skinny young man standing there, his frail build making him appear weak and timid.

That's right, it was Ryotaro!

"Hah? What does this have to do with you? Go cool off somewhere else!"

Dai Mubai was, after all, Young Master Dai. Whoever it was, he had to throw a few insults their way.

"But it really is cool here."

Ryotaro replied sincerely. It was the height of summer; the air outside was so hot it seemed to warp, so naturally a hotel like this was cool.

"Are you picking a fight?"

Dai Mubai raised a brow and said viciously.

"N-no..."

Just as Ryotaro was about to apologize as usual and smooth things over—

"That's right! It's you, you little punk, blocking our way!"

Ryotaro's hair suddenly flared up like a lion's mane, that lock of golden hair looking so very kindhearted.

Great, he switched again.

Tang San had not understood the principle at first, but Ryotaro's Martial Soul truly possessed multiple personalities that could take over his body.

This had caused quite a few incidents at the academy. For example, the blue-haired one flirting with teachers during class, or the blond-haired one challenging Grandmaster to a duel after class—Grandmaster's back still had not recovered from that one.

Though Tang San was highly observant, he still had no desire to observe this Martial Soul. Even though Ryotaro and Xiao Wu's relationship had gradually cooled and was no longer so close, Tang San's petty-mindedness was not undeserved.

So after Ryotaro changed again, Tang San began observing his mannerisms and discovered that this was the one who loved stirring up trouble the most. Tang San immediately began cheering inwardly.

Fight, fight, fight!

Tang San now held hostility toward both Dai Mubai and Ryotaro, so naturally he hoped the two would fight each other to mutual ruin.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

Dai Mubai asked with a raised brow.

"Ah, so what?"

Kintaros naturally answered with swagger.

"Hah? So what? Do you know where you are? Do you see the character 'king' on my forehead? When my ancestors entered the pass, they already finished everything I'd ever need to do in this life."

Dai Mubai pointed at Kintaros, his face full of arrogance.

"You filthy outsider, did you come to Shrek to beg for food? Do you even deserve to?"

"Me?"

Kintaros said nothing. He simply thrust his spear forward and struck Dai Mubai squarely on the nose.

Young Master Dai's face was instantly ruined.

"Good! You actually dare lay a hand on me? Even my father has never hit me like this!"

Without caring about anything else, Dai Mubai immediately circulated his Soul Power, gathering it in his fist before fiercely swinging it at Kintaros.

At that moment, Dai Mubai could practically see Kintaros kneeling before him and begging forgiveness after taking that punch. Yet things turned out far beyond Dai Mubai's expectations.

"A soft, slow punch. Watch this!"

Kintaros easily dodged Dai Mubai's punch, then used Transforming Force to throw another punch at him.

This punch did not hit Dai Mubai's nose. After all, his face had already been ruined. Instead, it slammed into Dai Mubai's body, sending him flying.

"Damn it!"

At that moment, Dai Mubai felt as though he had been trampled by a herd of fat pigs.

Crash!

The wall cracked apart like a spiderweb and collapsed, taking Dai Mubai down with it.

However, Dai Mubai was still a Soul Elder. After using his Soul Power to blast away the rubble around and on top of him, he rose to his feet.

"Bastard!"

Dai Mubai's eyes turned red. It had been a long time since he had suffered such an attack. This guy actually dared to lay hands on Young Master Dai—he was truly tired of living!

Thus, Dai Mubai decided to strike first.

Dai Mubai directly activated his Martial Soul. His body gradually became more muscular, and countless hairs sprouted across his skin.

In an instant, Dai Mubai had completed his Evil Eye White Tiger possession.

The dignity of a king could not be violated. Anger filled Dai Mubai's eyes, his crimson pupils burning like flames.

Dai Mubai moved. The muscles in his powerful legs bulged as he sprang into action.

His strong lower body gave Dai Mubai tremendous speed and exceptional mobility.

Beasts possessed not only powerful strength, but also formidable mobility. That was how they ensured their chosen prey could not escape.

This was the confidence of a beast, and also Dai Mubai's confidence.

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was known as the number one Beast Martial Soul on Douluo Continent—and not merely by its own claim, but by the entire continent—

Dai Mubai, who came from the Star Luo Empire, knew that his family's inherited royal White Tiger Martial Soul was not inferior to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon in the slightest.

This was Dai Mubai's pride. Even though he had come here only because he had obeyed the Star Luo Empire's royal command, wouldn't he be able to crush everyone here with ease?

This was the fundamental reason Dai Mubai could run wild here, and it was also the rule of Douluo Continent.

Strength reigned supreme!

Dai Mubai had that confidence.

Of course, so did Kintaros!