Tang Shuo vs. Ma Hongjun! Then Become a Eunuch!

The young girl was terrified out of her wits. She struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face like pearls from a broken string.

"N-No!"

"Please, let me go!"

"I... I'm not married yet. I'm still a virgin..."

Rather than making Ma Hongjun restrain himself, the girl's tearful pleas only made the flames of desire in his eyes burn fiercer.

"A virgin?"

"Hehe, that's even better!"

Fatty likes girls just like you!"

As he spoke, he reached out to wrap an arm around the girl's waist.

The commotion drew the attention of passersby, who stopped to watch and pointed at Ma Hongjun.

"Who is that guy? He's snatching a girl in broad daylight!"

"Shh, keep your voice down! Look at his Spirit Rings—yellow, yellow, purple. He's a Soul Venerable!"

"A Soul Venerable? My heavens, that's a big shot. We can't afford to provoke him."

"Ah, that poor girl. She looks like she's just from an ordinary family."

The crowd murmured among themselves, yet not a single person dared step forward to stop him.

In this world, Soul Masters held an exalted status. A Soul Venerable alone was enough to make ordinary people fear him like a tiger.

Just as Ma Hongjun's filthy hand was about to touch the girl, she closed her eyes in despair.

At that critical moment.

A figure silently appeared behind Ma Hongjun.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out.

Ma Hongjun only felt a tremendous force strike his waist. His body pitched forward uncontrollably, and he crashed heavily onto the ground face-first.

He had not even seen who had attacked him.

Tang Shuo withdrew his foot without sparing Ma Hongjun a glance, then walked straight over to the shaken girl.

He extended a hand and helped the limp girl to her feet.

"It's all right now."

His voice was gentle, carrying a reassuring strength.

Tang Shuo gently brushed the dust from the girl's dress, then shielded her behind him.

The entire sequence of movements was smooth and natural.

"Who the hell was that? Who the fuck dared kick Fatty?"

Ma Hongjun scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state, clutching his aching waist as he turned and roared.

Tang Shuo ignored him, merely turning slightly toward the trembling girl behind him and saying gently:

"This has nothing to do with you anymore. Leave first."

The girl gave him a grateful look, then fearfully glanced at the vicious-looking Ma Hongjun. She hurriedly nodded, lifted her skirt, and fled blindly into the crowd, vanishing in no time.

Seeing his cooked duck fly away, Ma Hongjun's rage finally reached its peak.

He stared fixedly at Tang Shuo and sneered:

"Good. Very good!"

"You've got some nerve, brat. You ruined Fatty's good time!"

At Shrek Academy, Ma Hongjun had always been regarded as a monster, but out in the outside world...

With the top-tier Evil Fire Phoenix martial spirit and already a Soul Venerable at such a young age, his talent and strength had long made him arrogant to the extreme.

Other than freaks like Tang San and Dai Mubai, when had he ever regarded anyone his own age as worthy of notice?

What was more, the person before him was merely an unknown nobody who had not even revealed his martial spirit.

Ma Hongjun swept his gaze around. The spectators were all ordinary civilians, each one silent as a cicada in winter. Not one dared step forward to speak for Tang Shuo.

Good. No companions.

The killing intent in his heart could no longer be restrained.

"You're dead!"

With a furious roar, Ma Hongjun's soul power erupted.

"Evil Fire Phoenix, possess me!"

Blazing dark-red flames burst from his body, instantly enveloping his fat frame.

Two yellow and one purple—three Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet, circling and pulsing with powerful soul power fluctuations.

A scorching wave of heat spread outward from him, frightening the onlookers into retreating and clearing a large open space.

"Third Soul Skill, Phoenix Wings Soaring!"

The flames behind Ma Hongjun suddenly condensed into a pair of enormous fiery wings.

With a flap of those wings, his entire body slowly rose into the air. Looking down at Tang Shuo from above, he resembled a fiendish god of flame.

As he ascended, the flames around him surged in power, turning deeper in color as their temperature rose sharply.

"Have a taste of Fatty's power!"

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fireline!"

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, firing a thick dark-red line of flame downward like a venomous snake striking from its lair, accompanied by a piercing shriek through the air as it shot toward Tang Shuo.

He could practically see Tang Shuo being swallowed by the fireline and burned into charcoal.

Yet Tang Shuo's expression did not ripple in the slightest before that fierce attack.

He did not even summon his martial spirit.

Just as the Phoenix Fireline was about to touch his body, Tang Shuo's figure suddenly blurred.

With a light tap of his toe against the ground, his body shifted several feet sideways like a ghost.

Boom!

The Phoenix Fireline lost its target and slammed heavily into the bluestone ground where Tang Shuo had been standing.

With a loud explosion, stone fragments flew everywhere. A large blackened crater appeared, its edges still showing melted traces and trailing wisps of smoke.

"What?"

Ma Hongjun's pupils contracted in midair, his face filled with disbelief.

He dodged it?

How was that possible!

He actually dodged my Phoenix Fireline using only his movement technique?

Before he could recover from his shock, Tang Shuo on the ground had already moved.

Tang Shuo bent his knees slightly. The ground beneath his feet instantly cracked apart, and he shot into the sky like a cannonball, moving so fast that he left an afterimage in the air.

His target was Ma Hongjun, floating in midair.

Ma Hongjun was horrified and instinctively tried to rise higher, but Tang Shuo was simply too fast.

His vision blurred, and that figure was already right before him.

Tang Shuo made an unbelievable turn in midair, raised his right leg high, and kicked precisely between Ma Hongjun's legs with a howl that tore through the air.

Bang!

The kick landed solidly.

"Aaagh—"

An inhumanly shrill scream echoed through the entire street.

The fat on Ma Hongjun's face twisted together in agony. His eyes bulged, bloodshot and wide.

The phoenix wings behind him instantly scattered, while the evil fire burning over his body seemed to have been doused by a bucket of cold water, flickering weakly.

Like a ball with all its bones pulled out, he fell stiffly from the air and smashed heavily into the ground.

Both hands clutched his groin tightly as his body curled into a ball like a boiled shrimp. He twitched without stop, leaking hoarse, breathy sounds from his mouth, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Pain. Indescribable pain. It erupted from the most vulnerable part of his body and instantly swept through every nerve.

Tang Shuo slowly landed and stood before Ma Hongjun, looking down at him from above.

His gaze remained calm, as though he had merely done something trivial.

"Since you like venting your fire so much."

Tang Shuo spoke softly, but his words entered Ma Hongjun's ears with perfect clarity, like the demonic voice of the Nine Nether Hells.

"Then I'll help you out and make sure you vent all the evil fire you'll ever have in this life."