As You Wish

"You seem to enjoy teasing women. Does humiliating them make you happy?" Qingxi grabbed Ma Hongjun's fist and dodged his Phoenix Fire Line once more.

"Women are just clothes. What do you think?" Ma Hongjun sneered dismissively, though his expression gradually turned serious.

He had never seen such an agile Power Attack System Soul Master. She was even faster than Zhu Zhuqing.

"Hey, you stinking woman, can you do anything but dodge? If you've got the guts, fight me head-on! You sneaky little coward. I'm going to have my way with you today."

In his eyes, women were nothing but tools for venting his Evil Fire. Of course, Xiao Wu, Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing were exceptions. They were his brothers.

Ma Hongjun let out an angry shout. His aura shifted, and the flames' attacking power grew stronger.

"In that case, as you wish." Qingxi appeared behind Ma Hongjun, her eyes glinting coldly.

She kicked him into the air, then teleported in front of him again, Universe Staff already in hand.

With a dull thud, the golden staff swung across Ma Hongjun's belly. His body smashed into the Soul Fighting Arena stage, leaving a crater more than ten meters wide.

The next moment, his fat body was sent flying again. The audience could see only afterimages, hear the Evil Fire Phoenix Soul Master's screams, and the sound of the staff striking flesh.

Ma Hongjun howled in pain. She was moving too fast; pain swept through his brain before he could react.

When the dust settled, a lump of battered flesh crashed onto the Soul Fighting Arena floor.

Just minutes earlier, Ma Hongjun had been swaggering around. Now his mask was shattered, revealing a fat face covered in rolls of flesh. His clothes were in tatters, exposing purple-black staff marks. For a moment, the entire arena fell silent.

Qingxi touched down on her toes and flicked the blood off the Universe Staff. She tossed a tuft of golden flame onto Ma Hongjun, burning away the last scraps of his modesty.

"His, um... it's so small." The spectators nearby had gotten a clear look at certain things. They leaned toward each other and whispered.

"She, she... I know her. She's that one from the Death Arena... the one with the staff." Someone had recognized Qingxi: the strange Soul Master who had won six days in a row in the Death Arena without taking anyone's life.

No one had ever lasted a single move against her.

"I remember now. She's really strong. This is the first time I've seen her fight so viciously."

"You can announce the result now." She raised her head slightly and looked at the flying Soul Master in the air—the host of this Soul Fighting match.

The host froze, then his expression darkened. "Esteemed Soul Master, our friendly Soul Fighting Arena rules prohibit taking a Soul Master's life. You've violated the rules of the Soto City Grand Arena. We'll have to punish you. You'll be stripped of your right to compete, and..."

"He's not dead." Qingxi spoke calmly, glancing up at him. "They're only superficial injuries."

She had controlled her strength. She had only given that damned fatso superficial injuries; they weren't fatal.

Since he loved burning other people's clothes, why not let him experience being exposed himself?

Over the past few days at the Soul Fighting Arena, Qingxi had watched plenty of Ma Hongjun's matches. He was vicious toward male Soul Masters, but with female Soul Masters he groped them, burned their clothes—he did it all.

Hearing her words, a staff member flew down and crouched beside Ma Hongjun. He carefully examined his injuries and, after confirming they weren't life-threatening, stood and announced the result.

"I hereby declare Qiankun Mingxin the winner of this Soul Fighting match!"

Applause thundered through the arena.

Qingxi hopped down from the stage and headed for the exit. To her, it had been nothing more than a boring little interlude.

Elsewhere, the team battle was about to begin. The members of Shrek Academy had finished their one-on-one matches and were gathering in the Resting Room in groups of two and three.

"Where's the Fatty? Shouldn't his match have ended ages ago?" Dai Mubai paced around the Resting Room, looking extremely impatient.

Given Fatty's personality, he should have come to meet them long ago. Yet he was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe Fatty spotted someone he liked again," Oscar said teasingly, tossing an apple into the air.

"Impossible. Fatty would never neglect something important." Dai Mubai shook his head. He trusted his number-one underling completely.

Besides, it had been so long that even if he'd been doing it, he'd have had time to finish.

Oscar shrugged helplessly. Once Fatty's Evil Fire flared up, Oscar didn't think he could control his third leg.

Back when Grandmaster had arranged such grueling training, they would all collapse into bed and fall asleep. Fatty was the only one who could still sneak out at midnight to find women.

"Why don't we go look for him? Which area is Fatty competing in? We could ask the staff there." Tang San sat on a sofa nearby, one arm held in Xiao Wu's embrace. With a helpless but indulgent smile, he rubbed her head.

"Third Brother~" Xiao Wu snuggled against Tang San's arm.

"I already looked." Dai Mubai irritably rubbed his forehead.

"Did you see that pervert just now? He had some nerve showing up in public without a stitch on." Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing walked in hand in hand, carrying several bags of food.

"Mm, I saw him." Zhu Zhuqing nodded. She was naturally aloof, and even though she was close to Ning Rongrong, her face still showed little expression.

"Here, I bought late-night snacks. There's one for everyone. Make sure you get your strength back, because we've got a team battle coming up." Ning Rongrong blinked playfully and handed out the food.

"Rongrong, you're the best." Oscar hurried over to help her distribute the food.

"Thanks." Dai Mubai took the food and angrily bit into it, but he still felt uneasy. "No, I'm going out to look again."

With that, he headed for the door.

"What's wrong?" Ning Rongrong asked softly.

Boss Dai looked like he was really angry.

"I don't know which woman lured Fatty away this time. He still hasn't come back." Oscar answered with a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Fatty really can't help himself once his Evil Fire flares up..." Tang San shook his head helplessly. Aside from that, Fatty was great.

"Listen, I saw a pervert in the hall just now. He wasn't wearing any clothes, just two strips of fabric to cover himself. I don't know who he'd offended, but his face was swollen from the beating." Ning Rongrong lowered her voice as she described what she'd seen in the hall.

Dai Mubai had just reached the door when someone pushed it open from outside. Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Zhao Wuji walked in.

Yu Xiaogang was at the front, holding a black leather book with the golden words Ten Core Competitiveness Theories on its cover. His expression was cold as he looked down at everyone.

"Where's Fatty?" Yu Xiaogang asked, his face dark. He had just finished discussing the female Soul Master known by the alias Qiankun Mingxin with Flender.

Flender and Zhao Wuji had both agreed that they should recruit such a genius into Shrek Academy. She had no powerful background, either. If necessary, they could simply step in and pressure her. Surely the little girl would have no choice but to join?

Yu Xiaogang disagreed. For a proud person, a blow dealt by someone their own age was often far more devastating than one dealt by old men like them.

He sneered inwardly. She was so proud she looked down on him, was she? Then he'd have his disciple personally drive her into the dirt.

Yu Xiaogang had his own way of manipulating prodigies like her. Back then, he had used the same tactics to beguile the heart of that lofty Saintess.

Since Qingxi had made him lose face earlier, Yu Xiaogang had been troubled. He hadn't left the Resting Room all day, and hadn't even gone to watch Tang San's Soul Fighting match.

As a result, he had no idea who Qiankun Mingxin's opponent had been that day.