Slap Until I'm Satisfied

Tang San suddenly felt utterly lost. All he could feel was the burning pain on his face.

It was not just Tang San. Ye Zhi Qiu was equally bewildered, staring blankly at his own palm.

Just then, a powerful force had suddenly come over his hand, controlling it and making him slap Tang San across the face.

But this had nothing to do with me!

"Hiss!! Did I see that right? Did that Soul King just slap that little bastard? But hadn't he agreed to a fair and honorable duel?"

"He did slap him. Maybe he regretted it."

"But heh heh... this seems even more exciting!"

Two people in the crowd exchanged glances, then grinned, excitement appearing on their faces.

Lord Soul Master should humiliate him like this!

They had not processed it at first. They had thought that if the two fought again, they would get to watch another battle between Soul Masters.

But thinking about it now, what gave that little bastard the right to make such a shameless request?

The four of them had been instantly defeated by a single move just now, yet now he wanted to fight alone, without even using his Martial Soul, and challenge someone above his level?

Did he think he was the protagonist of some storybook, able to fight above his rank as easily as eating and drinking?

Still, Tang San really was the protagonist of a storybook. If he used every method at his disposal, he did indeed have the ability to kill Ye Zhi Qiu. But Mu Zhe, someone beyond fate, had appeared. Tang San could only endure the humiliation with tears in his heart.

Ye Zhi Qiu looked around. The voices surrounding him were all condemning him. Of course, there were also some twisted people supporting his humiliation of Tang San, and an awkward expression flashed across his face.

Although his big brother truly spoiled his fans, he had principles. Since he had agreed to a fair and honorable duel, then they would have a duel.

Thus, Ye Zhi Qiu hurriedly tried to explain himself to Tang San. "N-No, it's not what you think. I couldn't control myself just now. I don't know what happened, but suddenly there was a force acting on my hand..."

No matter how desperately Ye Zhi Qiu explained, Tang San's expression remained incomparably aggrieved. A concealed trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes.

This old bastard had humiliated him again and again. He truly had a Death-Worthy path.

If he got the chance during the upcoming battle, he would definitely take this dog's life.

"Hiss!!"

'Mu Zhe' was somewhat stunned. Ye Zhi Qiu was actually still explaining himself to Tang San?

Was Tang San's fate-defying luck simply too absurd, or were you... just naturally stupid?

"So you want to play, huh? Then I can only give you some stronger medicine."

'Mu Zhe' snorted coldly, then repeated his old trick, releasing another shadow that darted toward Ye Zhi Qiu.

Seeing that Tang San still looked resentful no matter how he explained, Ye Zhi Qiu felt deeply guilty.

So he stopped speaking, raised his hand to the ice sealing Tang San, and prepared to dismiss his Soul Skill.

But suddenly, his expression changed. Then, with a resounding slap, his palm once again landed on Tang San's face against his will.

"Whoa!! This is too exciting! I'm about to climax!"

"Woohoo! Lord Soul Master, this is exactly how it should be. Humiliate him hard..."

Ye Zhi Qiu's action instantly ignited the entire crowd, and cries of surprise rang out without end.

Everyone wore excited expressions. As for whether this was honorable or not, they had long since thrown that concern aside.

After all, they were not the ones doing the slapping. They would not be condemned. They only needed to enjoy the show.

"Uh... Aahhh!!"

"You've gone too far! If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't, then don't. What does it mean to explain all that useless nonsense to me while slapping me at the same time? If you want to humiliate me, there's no need to use such a despicable method!"

Tang San looked furious, flames nearly bursting from his eyes as he roared.

Soul Power erupted from his entire body as the Mysterious Heaven Skill operated madly. The ice sealing him began to collapse at a visible rate.

Ye Zhi Qiu was a Soul King, three entire major realms and more than twenty minor levels above Tang San. Yet now, in Tang San's rage, his Soul Skill was actually beginning to break apart.

Ye Zhi Qiu was startled for a moment, then wanted to explain again.

As a teacher and role model, he could not do something so despicable. More importantly, the education he had received since childhood did not support doing such things.

Most importantly, whenever he saw Tang San's furious eyes, he could not help but feel guilty. Such a talented young man had actually suffered such unfair treatment from him.

I really deserve to die!

But I fucking can't control myself at all!

This is a conspiracy! This is a conspiracy!!

Someone was influencing him in secret!

Otherwise, he was not some cafeteria auntie serving food. Why would his hand shake so much that he slapped someone?

And compared to the previous slap, this one had been even stronger and louder.

"It has nothing to do with me, I really can't cont—" But suddenly, Ye Zhi Qiu's voice cut off. His eyes trembled, and terror filled his heart.

"If you say one more word, you'll be the one getting slapped later."

"Now, treat him the same way you treated the previous two. Keep slapping him until I'm satisfied."

As the words fell, Ye Zhi Qiu looked at the reactions of those around him and discovered that they seemed not to have heard the voice at all.

Only then did he realize that this was Sound Compression, a method only true experts could use.

At the very least, a minor Soul King like him could not do it.

Ye Zhi Qiu abruptly looked toward the figure sitting quietly within the hotel, and his pupils shrank.

The youth inside the hotel was looking at him with an inexplicable gaze, a faint smile at the corner of his lips. He seemed harmless enough.

Yet Ye Zhi Qiu was utterly terrified. He had already sensed that the youth's Soul Power was extremely strange, his aura as deep as an abyss.

With just one glance, Ye Zhi Qiu felt a piercing pain in his mind, as if he had suffered a mental attack for no reason.

An expert! This was an expert he could not contend against!

Ye Zhi Qiu hurriedly withdrew his gaze, turned toward Tang San, raised his hand, and gave him another Big Slap.

Slap!

The crisp slap echoed out. Tang San's head buzzed from the blow, and even the Mysterious Heaven Skill stopped operating for an instant.

After all.

When Ye Zhi Qiu had first entered the hotel, he had heard the diners discussing things.

This youth seemed to be with those bastards.

Yet now, this youth was making him slap them. It was fucking ridiculous.

But although Ye Zhi Qiu was full of doubts, he did not dare ask another question.

That youth had said it himself: if he dared say another word, Ye Zhi Qiu would be the one getting slapped. So...

Ye Zhi Qiu raised his palm again, his eyes filled with pity. I can only wrong you.

What was that saying again? Better Him Than Me.

Although he had felt very guilty just now, there was now an expert forcing him. He could slap them with a clear conscience.

"You..."

Tang San was dumbfounded. He could not help swallowing. "You're serious?"

Just now, Ye Zhi Qiu had kept explaining that he had not done it on purpose.

But now, it was clearly nothing but nonsense meant to humiliate him.

Damn it!

This man truly had a Death-Worthy path!

If Tang San found an opportunity, he would definitely kill him!

Article Three of the Tang Sect Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record's General Principles: Once an opponent had been identified as an enemy, if they had a Death-Worthy path, show no mercy. Otherwise, one would only bring trouble upon oneself.

Thus, Tang San operated the Mysterious Heaven Skill even more furiously, while the ice sealing him melted at a visible rate.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Did you think what I said just now was true? Heh heh, I was only playing with you!"

Ye Zhi Qiu snorted. Soul Power surged, and a Spirit Ring flashed.

In the next instant, ice once more instantly covered Tang San's body, sealing him tightly within it.

"You go back on your word. You're unworthy of being a teacher!"

Tang San said angrily. He had never imagined that Ye Zhi Qiu would not give him even the slightest chance, controlling him from start to finish.

"What a joke. How am I unworthy of being a teacher? You bullied my students first. I'm seeking justice for them. Is there a problem with that? Did you expect me to let you go?"

Ye Zhi Qiu smiled disdainfully, his palm swinging continuously. For some inexplicable reason, even he felt a wave of pleasure rising in his heart.

So he even dragged Oscar, who was beside Tang San, into it and started a doubles match.

Yes, one person fighting two people—doubles, for short.

On the dark street, repeated slaps and wails sounded for no reason, making the hairs of passing pedestrians stand on end. They hurriedly... joined the crowd watching.

It was actually quite entertaining. In particular, seeing these favored geniuses get beaten gave them an inexplicable thrill.

Beside them, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai had already tightly shut their mouths, not daring to make a sound. They feared that if they said even one word, Ye Zhi Qiu would set his sights on them as well.

Then it would not be doubles anymore. It would be four-player doubles.

"You two, find yourselves a room and rest. I have something to do, so I won't keep you company."

Seeing that Tang San no longer had any ability to resist, 'Mu Zhe' finally withdrew his attention and spoke to the two girls watching beside him.

"Hmph, who cares whether you keep us company?"

Xiao Wu snorted, looking somewhat displeased. She picked up a piece of carrot and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks puffed up adorably.

Sleeping alone was better. If Mu Zhe were added to the mix, she would inevitably be tormented. She did not even know whether she would have the strength to eat breakfast tomorrow.

Or perhaps she would only be able to drink porridge tomorrow morning.

"Mm-hm, we'll watch a little longer."

Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, obediently nodded. Yet her gaze was not on Mu Zhe at all. Instead, she looked eagerly outside the hotel at Tang San and Oscar being humiliated.

Especially Oscar. She had never had the chance to deal with him before. Now that he was being taught a lesson, Ning Rongrong was immensely excited.

Serves him right. Who told him to be so lecherous?

'Mu Zhe' nodded, then his figure vanished, blending into the surrounding shadows.

After a while, more than half the surrounding crowd had dispersed, and Ye Zhi Qiu's hand had grown somewhat tired from all the slapping.

Moreover, his Martial Soul, the Black Tortoise, only possessed a trace of ice attribute. Maintaining that ice-sealing Soul Skill by force consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power.

At this point, his Soul Power was nearly exhausted.

Thus, Ye Zhi Qiu raised his head and looked into the hotel.

But this time, he could no longer find Mu Zhe's figure.

He only saw the two girls who had been beside him, both watching Ye Zhi Qiu with great interest.

"What does this mean? Does it count as being satisfied?"

Ye Zhi Qiu looked puzzled. The man had left without even giving him a message, leaving him unsure of what to do.

Thus, Ye Zhi Qiu could only raise his hand and continue slapping Tang San and Oscar in the face.

But just then, he discovered in horror that the two things in his hands had actually been slapped unconscious.

"This... should be enough, right?"

If he kept hitting them, someone would die.

In the end, Ye Zhi Qiu gave them a few more symbolic slaps before finally stopping, retracting his Martial Soul and dismissing his Soul Skill.

"Tang San!"

"Little Ao!"

"Are you all right?!"

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai hurriedly stepped forward and caught the two, who were about to collapse to the ground.

"Teacher from Blue Sunshine Academy, you've gone too far! You actually beat them unconscious!"

"Hmph, I went too far? I was merely disciplining you on behalf of your teachers. With your temperaments, if no one disciplines you, sooner or later you'll cause enormous trouble."

Ye Zhi Qiu spoke disdainfully, though he did not mention that these people had already caused trouble.

And it was precisely the youth in their group.

Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai looked grief-stricken and furious, but they could only helplessly watch Ye Zhi Qiu leave.

"Forget it, Boss Dai. One day, we'll go to Blue Sunshine Academy and seek justice. For now, let's take Tang San and Little Ao back to the hotel to rest."

Ma Hongjun said weakly. Dai Mubai nodded, and each of them carried one person toward the hotel.

On the second floor of the hotel, four battered young men lay in a large room. Behind each of them stood a female masseuse, massaging their bodies.

Ye Zhi Qiu had not struck heavily, and their injuries were all superficial. Coupled with Oscar's Recovery Sausage, their injuries had already healed seventy to eighty percent.

Even so, they had still called in four masseuses to loosen their muscles and joints.

"Damn it, those people from Blue Sunshine Academy actually dared to be so arrogant!"

"If our team had been complete, we wouldn't have feared a mere Soul King!"

"If anyone's to blame, blame Mu Zhe for kidnapping all the girls from the academy. Otherwise, if all us brothers had attacked together, how could there have been anyone we couldn't defeat?"

"By the way, where did Teacher Zhao go? There was such a huge commotion downstairs earlier, so why haven't we seen him at all?"

"Who knows? Maybe he has something to deal with."

The four chatted idly, confidence and arrogance returning to their faces. From imperial affairs to academy teachers, there was nothing they did not dare criticize.

Only Tang San, pure and spotless as ice and jade, was different.

Although the beautiful mature woman behind him was indeed skilled at loosening his muscles and joints, his expression was still somewhat unnatural.

He was a forty-year-old virgin. When had he ever experienced such a situation? As the woman massaged him, she was practically climbing onto him.

Not to mention that he loved Xiao Wu in his heart. Doing this felt suspiciously like cheating.

"Tang San, don't tell me this is your first time?"

Ma Hongjun wore a lascivious grin. Once the women finished massaging them, it would be their turn.

Tang San had only just entered the academy, yet he could already share hardship and pleasure with them, quickly integrating into their group in this way.

Well, what happened with Ye Zhi Qiu earlier counted as sharing hardship. Next came sharing pleasure.

Hearing this, Tang San hurriedly turned his head aside, refusing to look at Ma Hongjun.

"Oh my, you're already this old and still so shy."

Ma Hongjun teased him. Unconsciously, the Evil Fire within him burned ever more fiercely.

Oscar lay on Tang San's other side, his skin fair and tender.

Just one glance made a wave of heat surge up from Ma Hongjun's lower abdomen, and an inexplicable desire rose in his heart.

That strange thought startled him.

Damn!

He was a male student, not gay!

Besides, his heart already belonged to someone. How could he feel desire for another man?

Tang San was somewhat puzzled, but he did not dwell on it, merely assuming that the ambiguous atmosphere in the room was too thick.

He decided that once the massage was over, he would immediately return to his own room.

As the one with the strongest senses among the four, Tang San's abnormal reaction was naturally no illusion.

At that moment, a youth stood in the shadows of the room, holding a small bottle. It was the Hallucinogenic Drug Mu Zhe had swiped from Qian Renxue back then.