As You Wish

"Do you seem to enjoy molesting women? Does humiliating them bring you pleasure?" Qingxi caught Ma Hongjun's fist with one hand, dodging his Phoenix Fire Line once again.

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

He had never encountered such an agile assault-type spirit master; she was even faster than Zhu Zhuqing.

"Hey, you stinking woman, is dodging all you can do? If you've got the guts, face me head-on. You cowardly rat, I'm going to finish you off today."

In his eyes, women were merely tools to vent his evil fire. Of course, Xiao Wu, Rongrong, and Zhuqing were exceptions; they were his brothers.

Ma Hongjun let out an angry roar, his aura shifted, and the destructive power of his flames intensified.

"If that's what you want, as you wish." Qingxi appeared behind Ma Hongjun, her eyes cold.

She lifted her leg and kicked him into mid-air, then teleported to appear before him again, the Universe Staff already in hand.

With a dull thud, the golden staff struck Ma Hongjun's large belly horizontally, slamming him into the arena floor and creating a crater over ten meters wide.

The next second, his fat body was launched into the air again. The audience could only see streaks of afterimages, accompanied by the screams of the Evil Fire Phoenix spirit master and the sound of the staff striking flesh.

Ma Hongjun shrieked in agony. The speed was so great that the pain overwhelmed his brain first, leaving him unable to react.

As the dust settled, a lump of flesh that no longer resembled a human was slammed heavily onto the arena floor.

Ma Hongjun, who had been incredibly arrogant just minutes ago, now had his mask shattered, revealing a fat, bruised face. His clothes were in tatters, exposing purple-black welts from the staff. The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

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

"His... that thing is so small." The audience members nearby saw certain things clearly and began whispering to one another.

"She, she... I recognize her. She's the one from the Death Arena... the one who uses the staff." At this moment, someone recognized Qingxi, the eccentric spirit master who had won six consecutive days in the Death Arena without ever taking a life.

No one had ever lasted more than one move against her.

"I remember now, she's very powerful. This is the first time I've seen her strike so ruthlessly."

"You can announce the result now." She tilted her head slightly, looking at the flying spirit master in the air, the host of this match.

The host froze for a moment, then his expression darkened. "Esteemed spirit master, the rules of our sparring arena do not allow for taking a spirit master's life. You have violated the regulations of the Soto City Grand Arena. We must penalize you; you will be stripped of your fighting qualifications, and..."

"He isn't dead." Qingxi spoke calmly, glancing up at him. "Just superficial injuries."

She had controlled her strength; she would only cause the fat pig superficial injuries, nothing fatal.

Since he liked burning other people's clothes so much, he might as well experience the feeling of being exposed himself.

Qingxi had watched many of Ma Hongjun's matches at the arena over the past few days. He was ruthless toward male spirit masters and constantly harassed female spirit masters—groping them, burning their clothes—he did it all.

Hearing her, the staff member flew down from the air and knelt beside Ma Hongjun. After carefully checking his injuries and confirming his life was not in danger, he stood up to announce the result.

"I announce that Qiankun Mingxin is the winner of this match!"

Thunderous applause erupted.

Qingxi jumped off the arena and walked toward the exit. To her, this was nothing more than a boring little interlude.

On the other side, the team battle was about to begin, and the Shrek members had finished their 1v1 matches, gathering in the lounge in twos and threes.

"Where is Fatty? Shouldn't his match have ended long ago?" Dai Mubai paced back and forth in the lounge, looking very impatient.

Given Fatty's personality, he should have been here to gather long ago, yet there was still no sign of him.

"Perhaps Fatty took a fancy to someone again," Oscar said, tossing an apple toward the ceiling with a playful tone.

"Impossible. Fatty never delays when it comes to serious business," Dai Mubai shook his head. He trusted his top underling implicitly.

Besides, it had been long enough that even if he were doing something, he should have been finished by now.

Oscar shrugged helplessly. Once Fatty's evil fire was ignited, he didn't think Fatty could control his third leg.

Back when Grandmaster arranged such grueling training, they would basically collapse and sleep, yet Fatty would still go out in the middle of the night to find women.

"Should we go out and look for him? Which area was Fatty competing in? Let's ask the staff there." Tang San sat on a nearby sofa, one arm wrapped around Xiao Wu. He rubbed Xiao Wu's head with a helpless yet doting expression.

"San-ge~" Xiao Wu rubbed affectionately against Tang San's arm.

"I already went to look," Dai Mubai said, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

"Did you see that pervert earlier? So shameless, not even wearing a single piece of clothing in public." At that moment, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing walked in, arm in arm, carrying several bags of food.

"Mm, I saw," Zhu Zhuqing nodded. Her personality was naturally cold; even though she was close with Ning Rongrong, her face remained expressionless.

"Come, this is the late-night snack I bought. Everyone take a portion to replenish your energy. The team battle is next, you know," Ning Rongrong winked playfully and distributed the food to everyone.

"Rongrong, you're the best," Oscar quickly leaned in to help Ning Rongrong distribute the food.

"Thanks." Dai Mubai took the food and bit into it resentfully, feeling an uneasy premonition. "No, I'm going out to look again."

With that, he walked toward the door.

"What's wrong?" Ning Rongrong asked in a low voice.

Boss Dai looked like he was very angry.

"I don't know which woman hooked Fatty again; he hasn't come back yet," Oscar replied, chewing on his bread.

"Fatty really is like that sometimes; once his evil fire flares up, he can't stop it..." Tang San shook his head helplessly. Fatty was fine in every other regard.

"Let me tell you, I saw a pervert in the lobby just now. He wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing, just covering himself with two scraps of fabric. I don't know who he offended, but his face was beaten to a pulp," Ning Rongrong lowered her voice, recounting the scene she had witnessed in the lobby.

Dai Mubai had just reached the doorway when the door to the room was pushed open from the outside, and Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Zhao Wuji walked in.

Yu Xiaogang led the way, clutching a black-covered book in his arms with the words "Ten Core Competitiveness Theories" embossed in gold. His expression was cold as he swept his gaze across the room, ignoring everyone present.

"Where is Fatty?" Yu Xiaogang asked, his face dark. He had just finished discussing the female spirit master codenamed Qiankun Mingxin with Flender.

Such a genius—Flender and Zhao Wuji had both unanimously agreed that she must be recruited into Shrek Academy. Since she had no background to speak of, if all else failed, they could personally intervene and suppress her; surely that little girl wouldn't dare refuse to join then?

Yu Xiaogang, however, disagreed. For someone arrogant and proud, a defeat at the hands of a peer was often far more devastating than anything they, as old fogies, could inflict.

He sneered inwardly. So she's too proud to look at me, is she? Then I will have my disciple personally crush her into the dust.

Yu Xiaogang had his own set of psychological manipulation tactics for dealing with such prodigies; after all, it was precisely this method he had used back in the day to bewitch the heart of that high and mighty Saintess.

Having been humiliated by Qingxi earlier, Yu Xiaogang was deeply troubled. He hadn't left his lounge all day, not even to watch Tang San's spirit fighting match.

Consequently, he was unaware of who Qiankun Mingxin's opponent was today.