Tang San's Little Fanboy, Ye Qingge

Soto Great Soul Arena's main spirit-fighting stage was packed today.

A team stood on each side of the main stage. Their match had been hyped up for several days.

On the left were the Shrek Seven Monsters, all teenage boys and girls. Even Dai Mubai, the oldest among them, was only thirteen or fourteen.

Yet they had already achieved twenty-seven consecutive victories in the subsidiary arenas, crushing their opponents in every match and winning without suspense.

On the right was the Iron Pillar Team. Their captain, Wang Tiezhu, was a rugged middle-aged man. Along with his wife, Niu Cuihua, and several sallow, skinny brothers, he had forced his way to the same streak of consecutive victories as Shrek in the subsidiary arenas.

Both teams had fought their way from Iron Soul Fighters to Silver Soul Fighters, each belonging to a different subsidiary arena.

And today, the Great Soul Arena had arranged for these two teams to face off on the main stage in a decisive battle!

Discussion rose and fell through the stands, but the vast majority of eyes were fixed on the Shrek Seven Monsters.

After all, the Shrek Seven Monsters were all handsome boys and beautiful girls.

Dai Mubai had a sharp, imposing presence; Xiao Wu was lively and adorable; Zhu Zhuqing was cold and ethereal; Tang San was calm and reserved. Even Ye Qingge, who had only recently joined them, had a delicate, handsome face.

By comparison, on the Iron Pillar Team's side, Wang Tiezhu "Bai Yi" was a rough, burly uncle, while Niu Cuihua "Ning Rongrong" was a sharp-faced, mean-looking middle-aged woman.

The remaining five brothers looked as though they had been carved from the same mold—utterly unremarkable, the sort who would disappear into a crowd.

At least when it came to looks alone, the Shrek Seven Monsters had already won by a landslide.

Someone in the stands shouted, "Shrek! Shrek!"

Soon, the entire arena was swept up in the chant, and the name Shrek echoed throughout the spirit-fighting stage.

Bai Yi stood on the right side of the stage.

His gaze crossed the dividing line in the middle of the stage and settled on the seven people opposite him.

Tang San stood at the very front of the team. He had grown a little taller than he had been a few months ago, and his aura had become much steadier as well.

Xiao Wu stood slightly behind and to Tang San's side, her signature scorpion braid tied up behind her. Her large eyes spun curiously as she studied Bai Yi's rough face.

Bai Yi's gaze moved farther back.

It landed on the seventh person.

He was an unfamiliar face, appearing to be twelve or thirteen. His features were delicate and fair, so refined that he hardly looked like a boy.

He stood half a step behind Tang San's side, with his knees together and both hands folded before him. His posture was proper, carrying a trace of deliberate restraint.

Why did this guy move and stand like a woman?

Could it be Tang San's usual trick—cross-dressing as a boy?

Bai Yi's brow twitched slightly.

He secretly activated Fiery Eyes and saw through the disguise, clearly identifying the person's true nature.

This person was definitely male.

But his stance and expression all exuded a soft, feminine air.

Especially the way he looked at Tang San—shy and timid, with a faint smile lingering at the corners of his lips. Even his center of gravity unconsciously leaned toward Tang San.

His mannerisms were even more girlish than a little girl's.

Even more outrageous was that lovestruck look on his face. He was obviously here for Tang San.

Holy shit, he's gay!

Bai Yi was greatly shocked inside.

Tang God King really was lucky. Even men couldn't resist his charm.

Dai Mubai was the first to speak from across the stage.

With his arms folded across his chest and a teasing smile on his lips, he swept his gaze over Bai Yi's rough face before shifting it to Ning Rongrong, disguised as Niu Cuihua. Raising his voice several notches, he said, "Uncle over there, at your age, you're still bringing your wife out to fight. Be careful not to throw out your back."

The moment he said that, Ma Hongjun and Oscar immediately joined in the heckling behind him.

Ma Hongjun pulled a face and pointed at Ning Rongrong. "Boss Dai is right. You old lady, at your age, you're still standing there playing a pipa. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Ning Rongrong's transformed martial soul was a pipa, but she could still use the effects of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda's soul skills.

Oscar nodded repeatedly, deliberately covering his nose as he said, "Listening to this old lady play, I can't even eat my sausages."

Ma Hongjun added, "Exactly. Even my Evil Fire Phoenix can't get excited."

Zhu Zhuqing stood at the very back of the team. She tilted her head slightly and glanced at the two of them. Though she said nothing, her expression turned even colder.

Her feet also unconsciously shifted a step to the side, putting a little more distance between herself and them.

Xiao Wu did not join in the heckling.

Her gaze remained fixed on the yellowish-brown big dog crouching beside Bai Yi's feet. Her eyes shifted, and a trace of doubt rose in her heart.

She had always felt that this dog's aura was somewhat familiar.

Tang San frowned slightly, then raised a hand to signal Dai Mubai and the others to restrain themselves. "All right, Boss Dai. Focus on the fight. The opponents aren't weak. If things go badly, we can use that."

Ye Qingge immediately moved closer to Tang San and said in a soft, syrupy voice, "Third Brother is still the gentlest and calmest. Unlike those three men, who speak so crudely."

Tang San's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

He shifted aside to avoid Ye Qingge's shoulder as it leaned toward him, silently sighing in his heart.

Flender had forcibly stuffed Ye Qingge into the team, claiming she was an orphan he had picked up on the road. Her martial spirit was a lark, capable of boosting and healing, making her well suited to their group.

At first, Tang San had thought she seemed perfectly normal.

But within two days, Ye Qingge had begun hovering around him—washing his clothes, bringing him meals, making his bed. Her gaze grew increasingly fervent, and her words increasingly clingy.

Now, Tang San's scalp prickled every time he saw Ye Qingge.

He was no fool. He knew what Ye Qingge was thinking, but Flender had given a strict order that no one was allowed to drive her away, so he could only endure it.

Hearing the mockery from the three people opposite them, Ning Rongrong was so furious that her eyebrows shot up.

With one hand on her hip and the other pointing toward Ma Hongjun and Oscar, she snapped shrilly, "You little brats, did you eat shit? Say that again, I dare you!"

Bai Yi said nothing.

He glanced down at Er Ming by his feet and sent him a message through his thoughts.

Er Ming had long since grown impatient. Upon hearing Bai Yi's words, he abruptly rose to his feet.

His original form as a large dirt-yellow dog began to swell and distort. His body instantly grew to over three meters tall, his fur reverting to dark gold, while excitement gleamed in his golden eyes.

Bai Yi raised a hand and pointed at the other side, saying calmly, "Go, Er Ming."

Er Ming threw back his head and let out a deep roar, charging toward them like a streak of dark-golden lightning.

The instant Er Ming rushed out, only four people on the other side reacted first.

Blue light bloomed beneath Tang San's feet as Blue Silver Grass vines spread from his palms. Three soul rings lit up from bottom to top.

Dai Mubai let out a low growl, white tiger markings covering both arms as three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—rose around him.

A layer of crimson flames ignited over Ma Hongjun's body, and the phantom of the Evil Fire Phoenix spread its wings behind him.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun charged toward Er Ming at the same time.