When Fate Has It, It Must Be Had (3)

Perfect. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had nowhere to vent that fury called "jealousy" bottled up inside them.

Without another word, the two of them summoned their martial souls.

White Tiger and Evil Fire Phoenix—these two martial souls were naturally of a higher grade than the likes of deer, sheep, and horses.

The moment the martial soul rank suppression emerged, the three beast-soul soul masters opposite them felt their hearts tremble, and a subconscious sense that they were "not to be opposed by force" arose within them.

And when Tang San also stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, with a total of six yellow soul rings lighting up around the three of them, the expressions of the Pale Radiance Academy students all changed—from contempt to solemnity.

And when the purple soul rings on Dai Mubai and Tang San—thousand-year soul rings—lit up, everyone from Pale Radiance Academy finally knew that they no longer had any chance of winning this fight.

The five of them were like deflated balloons, their shoulders slumping, the light in their eyes dimming, their earlier momentum gone without a trace.

"Little San, when did you obtain your third soul ring?" Dai Mubai looked at Tang San in puzzlement. He remembered it very clearly: when he had fought Tang San at the Rose Hotel before, the other party had clearly only had two rings.

The Man-Faced Demon Spider—as the first cheat arranged for Tang San by the Asura God—how could Tang San possibly fail to get it just because things differed from the original plan by one day?

Tang San smiled and deliberately raised his voice, loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly. "When I was chasing Xiao Wu in the Star Dou Forest, I happened to run into a Man-Faced Demon Spider that had been half-trampled to death by the Titan Giant Ape. It was already down to its last breath then, so I absorbed it while I was at it."

As he said this, his gaze swept over the students present as if unintentionally, while the little abacus in his heart clacked away—he was hinting: I am someone with great fortune. If you want to share in my luck, you have to stay by my side.

Just then, the teacher leading the group from Pale Radiance Academy finally stood up.

Ye Zhiqiu—the director of Pale Radiance Academy's external affairs department—waved at his students. "All of you, step back."

The five students, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly helped up the injured classmate and slunk off to the side.

Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath, and his martial soul, Black Tortoise, possessed him. His figure grew heavy and solid, his back rising slightly as though he carried a layer of invisible shell. One white, two yellow, and two purple—five soul rings appeared around him in sequence, slowly revolving as they released a dense, oppressive pressure.

He slowly walked forward, each step steady, as though measuring the distance between himself and his enemies.

At last, he stopped a few steps away from the Shrek Academy group and spoke in a deep voice. "I am Ye Zhiqiu, director of Pale Radiance Academy's external affairs department. May I ask which sect you are from?"

"If you want to ask a question, ask it. What's the meaning of opening with your soul rings?"

Qian Ren Shuang suddenly stood up.

Two yellow, two purple, and one black—five soul rings appeared around him. He slowly walked forward, each step exactly the same as the path Ye Zhiqiu had taken earlier, opposing him tit for tat without yielding an inch.

"Guilmon, it's our turn!"

"Coming!" Guilmon jumped down from Oscar, making the floor tremble slightly as it landed, and let out an excited roar. Flames of battle intent danced in its eyes. Though its forearms were still wrapped in bandages, its entire aura had become completely different.

Qian Ren Shuang knew very well that the root of today's matter was that Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai couldn't control their eyes or their mouths—to put it nicely, they were "causing trouble"; to put it bluntly, they had cheap mouths.

But since he had already joined Shrek Academy, if he made no show of support in this matter, would everyone still include him in the future?

What was more, Qian Ren Shuang had his own plans. This group of people at least seemed decent to their own for now, and in that case, he could absolutely ask them for information about someone without worrying that they would seize on it as leverage.

Under these circumstances, he naturally couldn't stay out of it.

"I told you, your Pale Radiance Academy is a diploma mill. If you don't like it, come bite me."

With Qian Ren Shuang, a Soul King, backing him up, Ma Hongjun immediately started getting cocky again, his tone so arrogant it made people want to beat him up.

At the same time, his lecherous gaze viciously gouged over Pale Radiance Academy's only female student—from her face to her neck, and from her neck downward...

"Brother Shuang," Tang San quietly tugged at Qian Ren Shuang's clothes and lowered his voice to ask, "with you and Guilmon both like this right now... will it really be all right?"

Qian Ren Shuang lowered his head to look at his two arms, both in casts and hanging from his neck, then looked at Guilmon's front claws, likewise wrapped in bandages. Then he raised his head, his face completely unconcerned. "I even one-shot a Soul Emperor. What problem could there be dealing with one Soul King?"

"One-shot a Soul Emperor? Who are you fooling? If you could one-shot a Soul Emperor, would you have ended up overturned like this in the Star Dou Forest?" Ye Zhiqiu did not believe a single word this "wounded man" said.

Ye Zhiqiu quickly calculated in his heart: although his soul ring configuration was inferior to the other party's—the other party had a ten-thousand-year soul ring, while he did not.

But in the other party's current state, he definitely couldn't bring out his full strength. How much combat power could a Soul King with both arms unable to move have?

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqiu laughed disdainfully. "Heh, so you're a teacher from this Shrek Academy or whatever? Stop putting on an act here!"

"Only half of one." Qian Ren Shuang did not grow angry because the other party looked down on him. His tone was as flat as though he were correcting some insignificant little mistake.

"Then call your teachers out!" Ye Zhiqiu was somewhat enraged, his brows knotting together. He was still thinking to himself: What are you, half a teacher, jumping out for? Where's the actual person in charge? "As for the matter of insulting our Pale Radiance Academy, he must give us an explanation today!"

"Your Pale Radiance Academy is trash to begin with!" Dai Mubai still wanted to argue, but Qian Ren Shuang cut him off with his words.

"An explanation? The explanation is—five of your students working together didn't even dare make a move against three students from our academy. So you deserved to be cursed at by our students."

After Qian Ren Shuang finished speaking, he gave a cold laugh and pressed the advantage with another line. "As for our teachers? You're not qualified to meet them."

Those words were utterly blunt, every line drawing blood.

Ye Zhiqiu was rendered speechless by Qian Ren Shuang's retort, his face turning blue and white by turns. Fury surged in his chest, and the veins at his temples bulged. In extreme anger, he laughed instead, his laughter carrying a chill he couldn't suppress. "Good—very good. I'll educate you on behalf of your teachers. Let's go outside."

With that, he abruptly turned and strode outside, the wind stirred up by the hem of his clothes making even the nearby chair backs sway.

"Perfect. We can't really stretch out in here anyway." As Qian Ren Shuang walked out, he turned his head to glance at Guilmon. "Guilmon, other than your forearms, everything else is fine, right?"