That Damn Demon Mask

Oscar: "Brother Luo, can you stop chatting and buff us first? We're about to get beaten to death."

I wanted to cry.

"Waaahhh!!!"

The Shrek group silently nodded. He had already offended them beyond repair, so what was the point of explaining? Hurry up and buff them.

Luo Yihe sighed, but guilt was not something he possessed. Besides, he knew everyone around them was from Spirit Hall. He had to make sure he was in the right, didn't he? The whole thing was being recorded! Luo Yihe cared quite a bit about his reputation.

Then, Luo Yihe stopped hesitating. Four colorful soul rings appeared beneath his feet, flashing as they continuously shifted through different colors, looking incredibly flashy.

"Third Soul Skill, Demon Mask!"

The Shrek group, along with Xie Yue and Yan, suddenly had something extra on their heads... pink lace, sexy, seductive eye masks.

The members of Spirit Hall Academy's first team who had been whipping them immediately stopped. They all stared wide-eyed... It was a little too painful to look at.

Bleurgh~

Several students with weaker stomachs promptly threw up. Especially the student who had been whipping Ma Hongjun—when he saw that fat face wearing a pink lace-trimmed eye mask, he vomited his guts out. He felt like he needed to wash his eyes.

When the Shrek group saw one another's outfits, they too could not help retching. They turned their heads away, refusing to look at such an eye-searing sight.

But they quickly realized something. Wasn't this Luo Yihe's soul skill? Didn't that mean they were wearing those things over their own eyes too?

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"Luo Yihe, are you fucking insane?! This is a soul skill? Fucking take it off me! I'd rather die than wear this."

The Shrek group erupted in outrage.

Luo Yihe's voice came over. "Didn't I say it had a tiny side effect? You don't want the buff after taking it? Then take it off yourselves. I can't force you to wear it a second time."

I was furious.

"Do you even hear yourself? Our hands and feet are tied up. How are we supposed to take it off?"

Luo Yihe: "Not listening, not listening, Tang San is chanting."

{Ding ding ding...}

I was incensed.

"Luo Yihe, just you wait."

"Awoo~ Awoo~"

Suddenly, an even more miserable scream rang out. Everyone turned in unison toward Huo Yuhao and Oscar.

Huo Yuhao and Oscar were kneeling on the ground.

Behind them, a man was whipping their asses with a leather whip.

(/∇＼) What was this damn sense of humiliation?

The Shrek group, Yan, and Xie Yue fell silent again.

Meanwhile, Xiao Tian grew more and more excited as he whipped them, shouting for everyone else to join in.

Forced by Xiao Tian's tyrannical pressure, the members of Spirit Hall Academy could only turn their whips on the rest of the Shrek group.

Fortunately, with Luo Yihe's support, aside from the two support-type soul masters whose bodies had always been frail, the others could barely feel any pain anymore.

It was just that... even though it did not hurt anymore, everyone felt like something was off...

This was suddenly a little humiliating.

The Spirit Hall Academy members whipped them for quite a while until they were panting from exhaustion. Then they looked up.

I was furious.

They had actually fallen asleep.

The whipping grew even fiercer. Martial souls and soul skills were brought out, but no matter how they struck, the others continued sleeping peacefully.

Ma Hongjun even gave a huge yawn, making the mockery unmistakable.

I was absolutely livid.

"Damn it, you like sleeping, huh?!"

The bespectacled young man flew into a rage. He took out a huge jar of chili water from his soul tool and gave each of them a large bowlful.

Luo Yihe hugged half a watermelon as he watched their actions, unable to stop himself from wanting to give them a thumbs-up.

He also could not help wondering whether this was really the Douluo Continent. Had everyone's intelligence become this high already?

Then could Yu Xiaogang still become the Imperial Preceptor in the future? Could Tang San become a genius of world-shaking wisdom just by cutting off food supplies?

Uh... if... Tang San could still be ridiculously invincible... then he probably could become a genius of world-shaking wisdom.

As Luo Yihe entertained these random thoughts, heart-wrenching cries of pain suddenly rang out.

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"Awoo~ Awoo~"

Below, the Shrek group cried out in agony, writhing like cauliflower snakes hung up and drenched in a basin of boiling oil.

Tang San wailed miserably, "Luo Yihe, you bastard! Didn't you say we'd be immune to damage? Aahh~ Aahh~ Just kill me! I don't want to live anymore!"

Tang San felt as though countless worms that had been soaked in chili water for twenty years were crawling into the gap between his legs. The discomfort made him want to die.

Luo Yihe said, "I didn't know these people could use magic damage, and against the most vulnerable part of the human body too! Besides, chili water deals critical damage to that area. My Third Soul Skill only boosts resistance to beatings; it doesn't increase immunity to magic damage."

The students of Spirit Hall Academy's first team all looked smug and disdainful. "I thought you were supposed to be so arrogant?"

Just as the Spirit Hall Academy members were laughing wildly, a great deal of white powder suddenly drifted down from the sky, floating into their mouths as they laughed and wailed.

"Smack smack!"

"What is this? It tastes pretty good."

The Spirit Hall Academy members and the Shrek group alike struggled to lick at the white powder drifting down around them.

What was this?

Oh no!

My stomach hurts so much!

In an instant, none of them could hold it in. One after another, they rushed into the nearby bushes.

The Shrek group, however, was out of luck. Their faces all turned deathly pale!

For some reason, they only felt as though their stomachs were churning violently, hurting unbearably!

Every movement made the pain worse.

They needed... to use the bathroom.

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But with their hands and feet tied, they could only desperately hold it in.

Yan clenched his teeth, his breathing growing rapid. After hesitating for a moment, he decided that he should be able to endure it for a while.

Then Yan sank his breath into his abdomen and shouted: ｡ﾟ･(ﾉД`)･ﾟ｡ "Help! Lord Deacon, Lord Bishop, I'm withdrawing! I surrender! Save me—and bring me two rolls of paper while you're at it!"

Before long, a deacon actually appeared. Covering his mouth, he untied Yan and tossed him two rolls of paper.

Just as he was about to leave, Xie Yue's face had turned crimson from holding it in. After taking several deep breaths, he hurriedly said, "Lord Deacon, I... I'm withdrawing too."

Without wasting words, the deacon untied Xie Yue as well and casually tossed him two rolls of paper.

Seeing that this worked, the Shrek group immediately began shouting too. "L-Lord Deacon, we're withdrawing as well."

The deacon refused outright. "No. You aren't students of Spirit Hall Academy, so I have no authority to decide whether you participate or withdraw. You are captives of Spirit Hall Academy's students. We cannot make that decision for them."

With that, he vanished in a flash. This place was simply too stinky.

If he had not needed to maintain the image of an expert, he would have thrown up too.