Mediocrity Avoids Trouble

Dai Mubai silently chewed the Recovery Sausage Oscar had handed him, his Evil-Eyed White Tiger eyes lowered, concealing his expression. Yet his clenched fists and heaving chest revealed just how turbulent his heart was.

Ma Hongjun looked even worse. Half his face was swollen high like a steamed bun, with five distinct finger marks imprinted on it. He nibbled at the sausage in small bites while hissing in pain, his gaze darting about as he occasionally stole glances at Zhao Wuji's expression, filled with guilt and lingering fear.

Seeing the two of them in such a sorry state, the feeling of frustration in Zhao Wuji's heart grew wildly like weeds.

Dai Mubai, a level thirty-nine Evil-Eyed White Tiger Soul Elder! Ma Hongjun, a level twenty-eight Evil Fire Phoenix Soul Grandmaster!

These two brats—one possessed a top-tier assault-type beast Martial Soul, while the other had a mutated top-tier beast Martial Soul. Their Soul Power Levels were absolutely not low among their peers.

And yet? They had been beaten into submission with nothing but fists and kicks by a girl who looked about their age, perhaps even younger.

They had not even had time to summon their Martial Souls before being beaten into such a miserable state. One had been slapped into a pig head, while the other had been sent rolling across the floor!

Humiliating! Absolutely humiliating beyond all measure!

Zhao Wuji could understand that the red-haired girl had struck suddenly and ruthlessly, gaining the initiative.

But Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's reactions had been far too slow! Their combat awareness was abysmal!

Especially Dai Mubai. He was a prince of the Star Luo Empire, raised from childhood amid brutal competition. Was this truly the level of his reactions in battle?

If the other side had been even more ruthless, or