The Shrek Seven Monsters' Shock, Dai Mubai's Last Dignity, I Want to Play a Game with You

Dai Mubai woke up. Dai Mubai was truly awake.

His balls had been twisted to the point of exploding, and the Demon Pill had been reversed. If he still didn't wake up, that would mean he was dead!

But this very clarity allowed him to feel an entirely new kind of fear and shock amid the excruciating pain!

Black!

Black!

Still fucking black!

Any Soul Master understood what black Soul Rings signified!

That was the color of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

Yet Qian Ni already had three Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, something only a Soul King should possess!

Starting from his very first Soul Ring, every single one was black!

At that moment, Qian Ni's Soul Power Level no longer mattered.

What was a twelve-year-old level thirty-five Soul Elder compared to a Soul Elder with three Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings?

Dai Mubai covered his crotch with both hands, pressing his thick thighs together while spreading his calves apart, standing in an upside-down "Y" shape.

Or rather, a "ʎ."

Testicular torsion could lead to serious consequences. Improper treatment could require the testicles to be removed.

Dai Mubai twisted awkwardly, opening his mouth wide as he struggled to cry out through the suffocating pain.

"My... balls...

"Xiao... Xiao Ao...

"...sausage! Hurry..."

That night, the academy's teachers had taken the sponsorship money Qian Ni provided and gone out to enjoy themselves.

Only the eight of them remained at the academy.

Only Oscar's Soul Skill had recovery effects, and only he could save Dai Mubai's Demon Pill from imminent danger!

Hearing Dai Mubai's cry, Oscar first shuddered in fright and instinctively looked toward Qian Ni, the culprit.

Seeing that Qian Ni made no further move, he gathered his courage and circulated his Soul Power to create a Big Sausage and a Small Sausage.

"L-Laozi has a... b-big... Big Sausage!

"Laozi has... a... Small Sausage!"

He recited the two Soul Curses while trembling, then hurriedly stuffed both sausages into Dai Mubai's mouth.

He was panicking. Whether they would help or not, he stuffed them in first.

The Big Sausage could heal injuries, restore stamina and Soul Power, and relieve fatigue and pain.

The Small Sausage could detoxify.

Although Oscar's Soul Power was only level twenty-nine, fortunately, the Big Sausage could be used repeatedly.

Before long, Dai Mubai's mouth was stuffed full of Oscar's large and small sausages.

For his Demon Pill! For his masculine dignity! For the rest of his life!

Dai Mubai chewed with all his might...

He was terrified that if he delayed even a moment or ate even a little less, his Demon Pill would truly leave him forever.

Beside the tablecloth, the remaining five were as silent as cicadas in winter.

First, they had been stunned by the age of Qian Ni's Soul Rings, then terrified by his incomparably horrifying Soul Skill.

Their minds were blank, as though that Soul Curse from hell still echoed in their ears.

"Gulp—"

Ma Hongjun swallowed with difficulty as he looked at Oscar, who had helped Dai Mubai back.

"Xiao Ao, I'll never say your Soul Curses are vulgar again.

"Promise me your sausages will never have that kind of Soul Skill, okay?"

Oscar forced a smile that looked more like crying.

"Fatty, a Ten-Thousand-Year first ring... do you think I'm worthy of it?"

Leaving their exchange aside for the moment, Ning Rongrong was genuinely shaken.

Ning Fengzhi had mentioned the Twin-Winged Bird martial soul to her when she was young.

Because of its characteristics, Ning Rongrong remembered it vividly.

The martial soul had an innate Soul Skill, but it could only grant Soul Power to Soul Masters of the opposite sex.

Because it had only one wing, it could not fly, and it was not especially compatible with attack or defense Soul Skills.

According to records, most Twin-Winged Bird Soul Masters chose agility-based assault Soul Skills. Not to attack, but to run away.

Yet no matter how they chose, the paradox remained.

The Twin-Winged Bird's support ability was to lend all its Soul Power to other Soul Masters.

But using Soul Skills consumed Soul Power.

In other words, if the Twin-Winged Bird martial soul supported others, it could not use Soul Skills.

If it used Soul Skills, it could not support others.

That was this martial soul's greatest flaw, and the true reason it had faded from existence over several decades, falling from a contender with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and Nine-Heart Begonia for first place to the verge of extinction.

What "if I put down my sword, I can't protect you; if I pick up my sword, I can't embrace you"!

It wasn't as if Ning Rongrong had never seen restrictive Soul Skills before.

Soul Skills that attacked with noise, controlled enemies, or confused enemies were rare, but not particularly extraordinary.

What truly shocked Ning Rongrong was that Qian Ni's Soul Skill could directly affect physical objects.

What kind of support Soul Master was this? He was clearly more terrifying than an assault-type Soul Master!

From Dai Mubai's posture, it wasn't hard to see where he had been injured.

The other six had noticed it as well, which was why they were afraid.

After all, no one wanted to hear a "Twist!" beside their ear and have their Demon Pill start spinning like a top!

After receiving a large amount of sausage treatment, Dai Mubai's injuries improved somewhat.

He stood on the grass with a pale face, his trembling legs cautiously spread apart, afraid that any outside force would cause a second torsion.

"Alright, twist back!"

Without a sound, Qian Ni activated Cursed Speech once more!

Dai Mubai's Demon Pill instantly twisted in the opposite direction! Just as he had begun recovering, he suffered another devastating blow!

His mouth trembled open, and several sausages fell out.

Back and forth, the direction had been corrected, but the damage was undeniably real.

Qian Ni returned to his seat with a smile.

"Little Dai, sit down!

"Friendship first, sparring second. Don't hold a grudge over such a small matter.

"We'll be seeing each other all the time from now on, so why be so polite?"

Dai Mubai endured the agonizing pain and spoke word by word.

"No. I'll stand... for a while..."

Oscar was softhearted and said with concern, "Boss Dai, why don't I take you back to rest?"

Dai Mubai didn't dare look at Zhu Zhuqing. Facing Oscar instead, he firmly shook his head despite his twisted expression.

This was his final insistence on dignity!

Qian Ni grinned.

"Look at the mess this became. Little Zhu, you're to blame too!

"It was clearly a misunderstanding, yet you made it sound so ambiguous!

"We were merely sharing a room innocently. What subtle relationship could there be?

"You're just my lackey. Subordinates aren't allowed to kiss their superior on the mouth!"

The others were stunned.

Could sharing a room really count as innocent?

Only Tang San and Xiao Wu nodded in understanding.

They had also innocently shared a room last night.

Everyone ignored the word "lackey" in Qian Ni's statement.

This guy was strong, terrifyingly so, but there was definitely something seriously wrong with his head. He wasn't normal.

After that explanation, the six instantly understood that Zhu Zhuqing and Qian Ni had a follower-and-leader relationship.

The strong always had dependents around them.

Only Dai Mubai's face remained pale, with an inexplicable hint of green mixed into the white.

But what could he do? The situation was stronger than he was. He couldn't beat Qian Ni.

Besides...

The others secretly exchanged glances, each seeing the burning excitement in the others' eyes.

Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings! A powerful body! Higher-grade Whale Glue Pellets!

Perhaps...

They had to consider whether this was the only opportunity they would ever have in their lives!

If Qian Ni could do it, why couldn't they?

"A perfectly good bonfire party got interrupted. That's why women only slow down the speed at which I draw my sword!"

Qian Ni shifted into a more comfortable sitting position.

The speaker had no intention, but the listeners took it to heart. The Shrek Seven Monsters all began secretly speculating.

Draw his sword? Could it be that what he's truly skilled at is swordsmanship?

Qian Ni took out the prepared Happy Water and placed it on the tablecloth.

"Come on, let's play a game!

"You all like fighting and killing so much, so go at it to your heart's content.

"This is a spinner. Each person spins it once, and whoever the pointer lands on will be your opponent in a Soul Battle.

"The loser accepts punishment, while the winner receives a reward."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Qian Ni slapped a stack of boxes onto the tablecloth.

"The rewards are Whale Glue Pellets. I bought them from Spirit Hall during the day. I think you need them, don't you?"

The seven, who had been silent moments before, instantly felt their hearts burn with excitement.

But their strengths varied, so it was inevitably somewhat unfair.

Especially for support Soul Masters like Ning Rongrong and Oscar.

Not every support Soul Master was an overpowered freak like Qian Ni.

Ning Rongrong's eyes turned, and she sat beside Qian Ni with a charming smile.

"Brother Qian Ni, Rongrong isn't as amazing as you.

"Besides, if we fight, wouldn't us girls be at a disadvantage?

"How about this? Let's have a debate battle instead, okay?

"Both sides list their own strengths and the other side's weaknesses, then compare them. If everyone agrees, the side with greater advantages wins."

Qian Ni narrowed his eyes and said,

"A daughter should strive for self-improvement! I think you're discriminating against women!"

First slap on a label, then pick a side. His tactics were still from the older generation!