Ma Hongjun Arrives in Heaven Dou City, Sweeps the Imperial City Soul Fighting Arena, Making

(Comprehending Shaking Light · Li Zhixian)

On the outskirts of Suotuo City.

Shrek Academy.

Master and Flender had an argument.

"In eight months, the Spirit Master Elite Competition will begin."

"Heaven Dou Royal Academy has two spots. Let Tang San and the others temporarily join Imperial Dou Academy as exchange students until the Spirit Master Elite Competition ends."

"I disagree!"

Flender slapped the table and rose to his feet, glaring at Master. "The children belong to Shrek!"

"Master, don't forget that Shrek is the fruit of my twenty years of hard work!"

There was no change in Master's stiff expression.

"Flender, can you provide Tang San and the others with a Mimicry Cultivation environment?"

"Does Shrek Academy have the qualifications to let them participate in the Spirit Master Elite Competition?"

"And what makes you think that after entering Imperial Dou Academy, they will no longer belong to Shrek?"

Flender was left speechless.

Master continued calmly, "A Mimicry Cultivation environment can greatly accelerate Tang San and the others' cultivation."

"You should know what the rewards for the Soul Master Academy Elite Competition are, and how important they are to them."

"Therefore, all seven of them must go to Imperial Dou Academy."

There was another reason buried deep in his heart, one he did not voice.

He wanted all those who looked down on him and doubted his martial soul theories to see clearly!

The students he, Yu Xiaogang, had trained!

Would surely shake the entire soul master world!

And make the whole continent take notice!

The teachers' dormitory area.

Inside a low, plain house.

Zhao Wuji roughly stuffed clothes into his luggage.

At that moment, Ma Hongjun squeezed his round body inside, his face piled with smiles.

"Teacher Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao Wuji did not even raise his head.

"Can't you see I'm packing?"

"Several Shrek teachers will be going with you to Imperial Dou Academy."

"I'm heading to Heaven Dou City first to scout it out and find a place big enough to fit all of us."

At those words, Ma Hongjun's little eyes instantly gleamed.

"Teacher Zhao, take me with you!"

"Hm?"

Zhao Wuji's thick brows knotted together as he eyed him suspiciously.

"What the hell are you plotting, brat?"

"Why are you in such a rush to get to Heaven Dou City?"

Ma Hongjun's chubby face fell.

"Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing went to Star Dou Forest for training."

"Third Brother and Boss Dai get special training from Master every day. That just leaves me and that sausage guy Oscar."

"Teacher Zhao, let me go to the imperial city with you. I can temper myself at the imperial city's Soul Fighting Arena."

Zhao Wuji rubbed his bristly stubble.

"If Master and the headmaster agree, I have no objections."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao!"

The student dormitory.

The door had barely closed.

Dai Mubai immediately stepped forward, his evil eyes fixed on Ma Hongjun.

"Fatty, did it work out?"

"Of course!"

Ma Hongjun nodded smugly, then a lecherous look crept across his chubby face.

"But, Boss Dai..."

"Are the girls in the imperial city really as exciting as you said?"

Dai Mubai snorted.

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Think about my status."

"Hmph. Back in Star Luo Imperial City, when was there ever a time I had fewer than two girls in my arms?"

His tone suddenly changed.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"Fatty, I'll cover the money you spend on girls."

"But don't forget what you promised me..."

Ma Hongjun thumped his chest loudly.

"Don't worry, Boss Dai. Isn't it that Sword Wine guy?"

"I'll test him out for you."

"Not test him!"

Dai Mubai narrowed his evil eyes, a savage aura rushing forth.

"If you run into him, cripple him!"

"Best if... he can never hold a sword again for the rest of his life!"

Ever since Zhu Zhuqing had gone after the Imperial Dou Academy team that day.

He had kept it in mind.

By sheer coincidence, he had overheard three girls chatting.

When he recalled Zhu Zhuqing's shy tone whenever she mentioned Sword Wine.

Dai Mubai was driven mad with jealousy.

He had pressed Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong for answers.

But the three sisters were close, and they refused to say a word.

As for asking Zhu Zhuqing directly.

She had never even spared him a proper glance.

"Oh, right..."

Dai Mubai recalled what Yu Tianheng had said and reminded him, "That Sword Wine is no weakling. Be careful."

At that moment, Ma Hongjun's mind was filled with the seductive scenes of the imperial city's brothels and entertainment houses. He was practically drooling. How could he possibly listen?

"Is Sword Wine's sword sharp?"

"Watch my Phoenix Flame melt his sword into molten iron!"

Dai Mubai smiled and nodded.

He acknowledged Ma Hongjun's strength.

Even he found the latter's Phoenix Flame troublesome.

"Have you told Master and the headmaster yet? Will they agree to let you go to the imperial city?"

Ma Hongjun answered with complete confidence, even carrying the smugness of someone who had been tacitly permitted.

"Of course they will."

"When I vent my evil fire, Master and the headmaster both turn a blind eye."

In Master and the headmaster's view.

When a genius soul master they taught took common women, those women ought to feel honored.

And that twisted belief had also taken root in Ma Hongjun's heart.

One day later.

Heaven Dou Imperial City.

"Once you've registered, get your ass back to the inn!"

Zhao Wuji glared at Ma Hongjun with eyes like bronze bells as he warned him.

"Got it, got it."

Ma Hongjun answered distractedly, his eyes already glued to the imperial city's bustling streets, especially the gorgeously dressed women.

The moment the two parted ways.

Ma Hongjun plunged straight into the imperial city's largest Pleasure District.

Half an hour later.

Ma Hongjun emerged glowing with satisfaction, escorted out amid flirtatious laughter by two heavily powdered women. He smacked his lips contentedly. "That was great! Tsk, time to handle the real business!"

At the imperial city's Soul Fighting Arena.

Ma Hongjun stood before the towering structure, his mind shaken by its brutal aura.

He took a deep breath. Savagery rose over his chubby face as he strode inside.

"I'll make the name Evil Fire Phoenix resound throughout the imperial city's Soul Fighting Arena!"

"Sword Wine?"

"Heh..."

For several days in a row.

Ma Hongjun drifted between beds of pleasure and bloody fighting arenas.

To be fair.

Setting aside his character, in terms of talent alone.

Ma Hongjun truly was a phoenix rising from a nest of weeds.

Three soul fights a day.

In every match, he crushed his opponents with overwhelming force.

And because of his Silver Badge record at Suotuo City's Soul Fighting Arena.

The imperial city's Soul Fighting Arena spectators soon learned that this arrogant fatty actually came from a remote border town.

To be so brutally beaten down on their home turf by an "outsider."

The imperial city's audience had undoubtedly been slapped hard across the face.

Finally.

Amid countless calls.

A heavyweight soul master, Yufeng of the Imperial Dou Team, stepped forward.

Boom—!

A dull impact rang out.

Yufeng, charred black all over, his robes torn to rags, lay sprawled like a puddle of mud on the cold arena floor.

Ma Hongjun stood proudly in the center of the arena, phoenix wings blazing behind him, purple flames curling around his body like a monarch of fire.

His right foot pressed against Yufeng's chest as he swept his gaze over the deathly silent stands and smacked his lips contemptuously.

"That's it?"

"That's it?"

"That's all the imperial city's Soul Fighting Arena has?"

Humiliated like this, Yufeng clenched his teeth tightly and trembled as he tried to rise.

Ma Hongjun folded his arms, lifted his foot, and stomped down again.

Crack—

Along with the sound of ribs shattering, blood sprayed wildly from Yufeng's mouth.

At that moment, even the bloodthirsty spectators felt a piercing humiliation.

"Don't get cocky! The imperial city still has Yu Tianheng, and Sword Wine, who has never lost!"

"Sword Wine can chop you, you fat fire chicken, in half with one strike!"

"Where is Sword Wine? Why hasn't he stepped up yet?!"

Curses surged like a tide beneath the stage.

Yufeng's face was pressed against the icy ground, blood spilling from his nose and mouth as he struggled to speak. "The... captain returned to the clan for training..."

"As for the strongest, Sword... Sword Wine, he hasn't shown himself either..."

"Beating me... proves nothing..."

Ma Hongjun narrowed his eyes and slowly ground his right foot down, listening to Yufeng's agonized howls beneath him.

His gaze swept wantonly over the furious crowd below. His arrogant voice, laced with provocation, exploded beside everyone's ears.

"Yu Tianheng? Nothing but a defeated loser."

"As for that Sword Wine who keeps hiding his head..."

"Have him come out and face me."

At this moment.

Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

After countless failures.

Li Zhixian finally brewed the Ice Flame Immortal Dew...

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