Ma Hongjun Disconnects

The moment Ma Hongjun missed his pounce, he immediately turned around to lunge at Xiao Wu again.

What greeted him, however, was Xiao Wu's jade foot.

"Bang!"

Xiao Wu kicked him square in the chest, instantly sending him flying several meters away.

"What are you all doing?"

As the angry shout rang out, a teacher walked down from the floor above.

Seeing that the group was actually fighting in the dormitory hallway, the teacher was instantly incensed and stormed over in a rage.

It was also at this moment that the Evil Fire on Dai Mubai's body finally extinguished.

However, not only had his clothes been burned to ash by the Evil Fire, but his skin had also suffered extensive burns, leaving him looking like a flayed, bloody corpse.

"Holy crap!"

The teacher instinctively jumped back, clearly startled by Dai Mubai's appearance.

"You fat pig, you're asking for death!"

Dai Mubai raised his hand and lowered his head, his extreme rage and killing intent erupting suddenly.

As he turned, his second Spirit Ring flashed instantly.

"Second Spirit Ability, White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

A dazzling white light erupted from his mouth, striking Ma Hongjun, who had just gotten to his feet.

Whether he had lost his mind and didn't know to dodge, or simply didn't have the time to, Ma Hongjun was hit head-on by the light wave.

"Pfft!"

The light wave pierced through Ma Hongjun's chest, causing his body to suddenly stiffen.

Ma Hongjun looked down with a rigid expression.

With just one glance, his body fell straight to the ground.

"Bang!"

Ma Hongjun's fat body slammed heavily onto the floor.

In an instant, all signs of life were gone.

Oscar and Xiao Wu widened their eyes in shock, turning their heads to look at Dai Mubai in disbelief.

He actually...

"Pfft!"

Dai Mubai spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.

It was clear that once the adrenaline faded, he could no longer hold on.

"Bang!"

Dai Mubai collapsed heavily to the ground, falling into a coma.

"This..."

The teacher looked at Ma Hongjun, then at Dai Mubai.

His face was etched with disbelief.

How could a scuffle between students escalate to this point?

"Bastards, what on earth are you doing?"

Coming to his senses, the teacher flew into a rage, glaring at Xiao Wu and Oscar with a ferocious expression.

Xiao Wu retorted irritably, "How would I know? That fat pig lunged at me the moment he saw me, acting like he'd gone mad, and then it just ended up like this."

Oscar's gaze toward Ma Hongjun's corpse appeared somewhat hollow.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

Ma Hongjun was dead, and Dai Mubai was severely injured.

How could things have spiraled to this point?

Seeing that Oscar looked like he had lost his soul, the teacher could only temporarily suppress the anger in his heart.

He walked over to Ma Hongjun's corpse and knelt down to examine it.

He was thoroughly dead.

Afterward, he came to Dai Mubai and knelt down to check on him as well.

The extensive skin burns were not a major issue.

A decent healing Spirit Master could restore him, but the problem was that his internal injuries were very severe.

If he doesn't die, he'll be crippled.

Unless they can find a top-tier healing Spirit Master, and they cannot delay.

The longer it drags on, the harder it will be to recover.

In other words, having his foundation damaged is already the best-case scenario.

The teacher stood up and looked at Oscar.

"Where are your teachers?"

The academy certainly had no way to deal with Dai Mubai's injuries.

They could only rely on themselves.

Flender and Zhao Wuji were Spirit Saints, after all; they should be able to find a decent healing Spirit Master.

If even they couldn't do anything, then Dai Mubai would be forced to live as a cripple.

As for Dai Mubai committing murder...

The Shrek group was only registered at Nuoding Academy in name.

And the person killed was one of their own.

Since it was an internal matter for them, it should be left for them to handle.

Oscar shook his head blankly: "I don't know."

He knew Flender and the others had gone to find Tang San, but he had no idea where they were.

The teacher hesitated, wanting to say more.

"I'll take him to the school infirmary. You need to find your teachers as soon as possible, otherwise, even if he doesn't die, he will be reduced to a cripple."

Having said that, the teacher glanced at Ma Hongjun.

"As for him..."

"Move him to the dormitory first and wait for your teachers to return to decide what to do."

With that, the teacher picked up Dai Mubai and left.

Watching the teacher leave with Dai Mubai, Oscar's mind went blank.

How was he supposed to know where to find Dean Flender and the others?

"Xiao Wu..."

Oscar looked at Xiao Wu for help, but she only rolled her eyes at him.

"Why are you looking at me? How would I know where they are?"

Oscar felt a sudden sense of despair; an unprecedented feeling of powerlessness deeply enveloped him.

Xiao Wu couldn't help but shake her head.

"Hurry up and go find them. Leave Ma Hongjun to me."

After saying this, she walked toward Ma Hongjun.

Helpless, Oscar could only turn and head downstairs, intending to try his luck in the city.

Click!

The moment Oscar left, Lin Chen opened his door.

At this moment, Xiao Wu was dragging Ma Hongjun by his leg toward his dormitory.

"Uh..."

Seeing Lin Chen, Xiao Wu's expression turned slightly awkward. She suddenly felt that treating a corpse like this was perhaps a bit inappropriate.

Lin Chen, however, fell silent as he looked at Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun had actually died just like that; wasn't Dai Mubai's strike a bit too ruthless?

He had been hiding behind the door, eavesdropping the whole time.

Although he couldn't see the scene, he had managed to piece together the general situation through the sounds.

How many layers of bad luck did Ma Hongjun have again?

Six or seven?

Lin Chen couldn't quite remember.

With the same amount, Dai Mubai hadn't died, and neither had Oscar.

Yet Ma Hongjun was dead.

And Lin Chen remembered that Xiao Wu seemed to have one or two layers more than them.

It seemed the amount of bad luck didn't determine everything; it really depended on the person.

Perhaps there truly was such a thing as destiny.

Ma Hongjun's destiny was slightly weaker, which was why he couldn't withstand the same amount of bad luck.

On the other side.

Flender and the other two remained completely unaware that a major incident had occurred at the academy.

They were still diligently searching for Tang San.

From the afternoon until now, they had searched almost every hotel and inn in the city.

"This is the last one."

Flender glanced at the hotel before them, then turned his gaze toward Yu Xiaogang.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's fists clenched involuntarily.

If he couldn't find Tang San here, he truly wouldn't know what to do.

Where on earth had that damned Round-faced Bearded Man taken Tang San?

At this point, Yu Xiaogang no longer cared about killing the Round-faced Bearded Man.

He only prayed for Tang San's safe return.

If Tang San were to vanish from this point on, how could he answer to Tang Hao?

Tang Hao had entrusted his son to him, yet he had managed to lose the man's child.

His life or death was not even known.

Given Tang Hao's explosive temper, he would probably just hammer him to death, right?

After all, Tang Hao even dared to kill Qian Xunji; what was he, Yu Xiaogang, in comparison?

"Let's go in."

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and led the two of them into the hotel.

The three arrived at the front desk.

Yu Xiaogang pulled out the token Tang Hao had given him and tossed it onto the counter.

"Martial Soul Hall Elder here. Did a Round-faced Bearded Man and an incredibly ugly middle-aged man bring a little boy here to rent a room this afternoon?"

Yu Xiaogang stared intensely at the receptionist.