Complete Domination of Dai Mubai, Encountering Ma Hongjun Again

With the first spirit skill Spirit Detection of his second martial soul, pairing it with the Desert Eagle meant hitting exactly where he aimed.

Dai Mubai lit up his first spirit ring once more; the next second, the speed of a level 36 Battle Soul Elder combined with the enhancements of his Evil Eye White Tiger martial soul, he sprinted rapidly toward Qian Yu.

He imagined replicating his victory over Tang San to defeat Qian Yu as well.

Qian Yu would never let him have his way; his first spirit skill—Golden Armor Reinforcement—increased his strength by 30% and physical defense by 40%.

Qian Yu possessed the same speed as a level 39 Soul Elder, and coupled with the physical fortitude gained from over a decade of uninterrupted training, plus Spirit Detection, he could always dodge the Evil Eye White Tiger's attacks with perfect timing.

"Argh! Are you all rats? You only know how to hide and scurry about!"

Dai Mubai was thoroughly enraged.

He lit up his third spirit ring and released his third spirit skill—White Tiger Vajra Transformation—causing his frame to grow even larger as his speed and strength increased significantly once again.

He intended to use his speed to restrict Qian Yu's ability to dodge.

Facing Dai Mubai's acceleration and fierce assault, Qian Yu furrowed his brows.

Yet, he still used his first spirit skill in Desert Eagle form and fired two shots to verify his inner hypothesis.

As expected, the bullets flew out, and Dai Mubai did not dodge or weave.

The intensity of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation completely deflected Qian Yu's bullets.

"Kid, if this is all the attack you have, then just wait for death." Feeling the slight sting of the bullets impacting his body, Dai Mubai was incomparably confident.

Dai Mubai believed that Qian Yu was just like Tang San—a flashy pillow that looked good but was useless inside.

Qian Yu frowned.

This is truly troublesome; my offensive methods are still too singular. Facing a tank-type opponent with such high speed, high defense, and, crucially, high attack power, ordinary means really cannot end the battle quickly.

Fortunately, Qian Yu had Spirit Detection, allowing him to precisely avoid Dai Mubai's strikes and swipes every single time.

"Argh, kid, if you have the guts, let's go head-to-head!"

Dai Mubai exhausted every trick in his arsenal, yet he still could not land a hit on Qian Yu.

At this moment, he was raging in utter incompetence.

"As you wish." Qian Yu utilized his special forces expertise, calmly analyzing the situation to discover his opponent's weakness and deliver a fatal blow.

His third purple spirit ring lit up, and he released his third spirit skill—Metal Storm—where the fired bullets carried terrifying blades with armor-piercing effects.

He switched his martial soul form from Desert Eagle to AK47.

Qian Yu began with precision fire.

A single shot rang out.

The bullet surged forth like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, flying straight at Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai merely assumed Qian Yu's bullet was the same thing as his first spirit skill.

He actually did not dodge or weave.

The bullet, carrying its blade, slammed into Dai Mubai's White Tiger Barrier.

Dai Mubai was incredibly confident in his first and third spirit skills, intending to take Qian Yu's attack head-on.

But the AK47 was a super-lethal weapon; amplified by his third spirit ring, it also possessed armor-piercing effects.

"Clang." Cracks actually appeared on the barrier surrounding Dai Mubai.

He watched as the defense he took such pride in was easily shattered.

"Kid, you're courting death!" Dai Mubai's eyes turned red as he roared wildly at Qian Yu.

Qian Yu didn't waste words; he switched the AK47 to burst mode and unleashed a frantic spray of bullets at Dai Mubai.

This time, Dai Mubai completely panicked.

But bullets have no eyes.

The rounds rained down like a downpour toward Dai Mubai's barrier.

With a loud "clang," Qian Yu finished a full magazine from the AK47, his Soul Power nearly bottoming out.

He immediately lit up his second spirit ring, the purple ring glowing bright.

Dai Mubai was in a total panic.

"No!"

Qian Yu paid no mind to his roar.

His second spirit skill—Sky Full of Dancing Bullets—saw 98k bullets shoot out from the dark barrel like vipers, heading straight for Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai still tried to use his hands to resist the impact.

Under Spirit Detection, Qian Yu smiled slightly at this.

"Bang!" The bullet exploded completely like a firework.

Dai Mubai was left in a sorry state, his little blonde hair scorched into a chaotic mess.

There was no trace left of the high spirits he had displayed at the start.

"Ah, you just wait!"

Dai Mubai no longer had the face to remain here.

He covered his face and fled the hotel. The crowd dispersed as the battle concluded.

However, many still held a deep impression of Qian Yu: calm and powerful.

"Young Master Dai, wait for us!" The twin sisters hurriedly followed after Dai Mubai.

"He won." Tang San watched Qian Yu with eyes full of disbelief.

Even he could not break through Dai Mubai's defenses.

Yet Qian Yu had defeated a level 36 Battle Soul Elder so casually.

He had originally thought that his father's training was narrowing the gap between himself and Qian Yu.

But now it seemed that not only was his Soul Power far behind the other's over these three years, but even his spirit skills and practical combat were inferior.

If only I could cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San couldn't help but think of his second martial soul, a weapon that made one shudder just to look at it.

"Brother San." Xiao Wu noticed Tang San's ugly expression and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him.

"Xiao Wu, what are you still standing there for? Accompany me upstairs to rest."

Qian Yu deliberately disgusted Tang San, ordering Xiao Wu around.

"I'm not going. If you want to go, go yourself. There's only one room anyway, go sleep by yourself."

Xiao Wu deliberately feigned haughtiness in front of Tang San, though in reality, over these three years, she had done everything for Qian Yu except the one thing she couldn't.

"So, you intend to break our agreement?"

Qian Yu's expression turned cold as the Desert Eagle appeared in his hand.

The pitch-black muzzle was aimed directly at Tang San.

Recalling the terrifying power of Qian Yu's second and third spirit skills, Xiao Wu gritted her teeth and reluctantly came to Qian Yu's side to accompany him upstairs.

To the side, Tang San stood with a cold face, saying nothing.

Over these three years, he had developed a trauma regarding Qian Yu's Desert Eagle.

"Hmph, Xiao Wu, since it's still early, I'll go out for a stroll."

Tang San found an excuse for himself, his heart feeling as if it were being twisted by a knife as he watched his forbidden fruit walk into the room with Qian Yu.

Afterward, Tang San headed toward the streets of Suotuo City with a livid expression.

Qian Yu and Xiao Wu entered the room; the rose-colored chamber was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and Xiao Wu's face was flushed red.

Qian Yu was exhausted from traveling for the past few days, so he had Xiao Wu draw a bath, and then he enjoyed a good soak—naturally, Xiao Wu had to serve him by his side.

Damn it, this guy's physique is truly perfect, far better than that skinny skeleton Brother San.

Abominable, how could I think of Brother San like that?

Xiao Wu struggled internally, yet her hands unconsciously pressed and explored Qian Yu's body.

Once finished, Qian Yu enjoyed a wonderful rest.

By evening, Qian Yu felt bored staying in the hotel, so he took Xiao Wu out, intending to properly explore Suotuo City.

The night in Suotuo City was incredibly lively; perhaps due to the academy enrollments, it was bustling with noise and excitement.

Of course, there were also discordant notes.

Just as Qian Yu and Xiao Wu passed a street corner, they heard the cries of a young girl.

In the alley, a short, fat boy with red hair and red clothes was preparing to bully a little girl.

"No, please, I can give you all my money, I beg you, let me go!"

The girl cried out, her voice filled with heart-wrenching despair.

"Scum, you beast in human skin!"

The anger Xiao Wu had suppressed for three years was ignited once again.

Seeing a grown man insulting a little girl, she couldn't help but think of everything Qian Yu had done to her over the years.

Xiao Wu let out an angry roar, exerting force in her hands, and flung the short fatty away.

For this strike, Xiao Wu lit up her first Spirit Ring and unleashed her spirit skill—Waist Bow.

The short fatty had intended to counterattack after being assaulted, but Xiao Wu's spirit skill had already landed; he found he couldn't break free and was slammed heavily into the ground.

The short fatty let out a muffled groan and stood up, glaring at the newcomer.

He discovered that Xiao Wu was fresh, refined, and cute.

Drool couldn't help but drip from his mouth.

"Yo, who would have thought my, Ma Hongjun's, luck would be so good today? I owe this to Boss Dai for not bringing me along." The short fatty was none other than Ma Hongjun from the original Shrek Seven Devils.

He was currently staring at Xiao Wu with a lecherous expression, lost in his own fantasies.