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"Hey, brat! I'm talking to you! What are you staring at?"

Ma Hongjun reeked of alcohol and cheap rouge, belching drunkenly as he glared at Wang Tianyi with an annoyed expression. His fat body slammed forward. He had assumed the handsome youth before him would be knocked down at once, but Wang Tianyi merely turned aside. Ma Hongjun's provocation missed completely, and his bulky body staggered before he fell flat on his face in utter embarrassment.

"Which pigsty's gate was left open and let you out?"

The stench made Wang Tianyi furrow his brow. An unfamiliar personality had come online—the chaste personality from the Qi Tian Martial Soul.

The chaste restrained bodily desires, held firmly to their true hearts, and kept their souls pure and untroubled. At this moment, Wang Tianyi could not stand the sight of any "unfaithful person." Likewise, because his soul was so pure, he had become an extreme germaphobe. The smell on Ma Hongjun was nauseating. If he had not been worried about dirtying his shoes, Wang Tianyi would have kicked the fat man flying.

"You bastard! You've got some nerve!"

Though it was nighttime, there were still quite a few pedestrians on the street. Having failed to land a hit and then fallen flat on his face, Ma Hongjun felt humiliated. He rose furiously as two yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings rose beneath his feet. Blazing Evil Fire covered his body. The onlookers who witnessed this immediately fled in terror. This was a Lord Soul Master—how could they dare stay and watch the spectacle?

Looking at Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Possession, Wang Tianyi finally could not hold it in any longer. As a veteran of twenty years of keeping a straight face, he expressed himself in the most direct, plain, roundabout-free, concise way possible—he cracked.

Calling him a weed chicken was simply too fitting. Ordinary beast-type Soul Masters underwent drastic changes during Martial Soul Possession and radiated overwhelming presence. But for Ma Hongjun, his hair merely turned redder, becoming like a huge rooster's comb. A few sparse feathers appeared on his arms, as though someone had forcibly glued them on with cheap adhesive.

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"

Empowered by the nine stars, the enraged Ma Hongjun no longer cared whether this was a soul arena. He directly unleashed his first Soul Skill, spraying scorching phoenix flames toward Wang Tianyi. Facing Ma Hongjun's attack, the cold smile on Wang Tianyi's face did not change. He simply stood there and allowed the flames to crash into him.

Phoenix flames thought they could compare with Samadhi True Fire? His Indestructible Body, immune to both fire and water, completely ignored Ma Hongjun's attack. Even the explosive attribute carried within the phoenix flames could not harm Wang Tianyi's body! Wang Tianyi had used some Soul Power, but only to coat the surface of his body, preventing those foul-smelling phoenix flames from ruining his clothes or touching his skin.

"Your little flame is only good for lighting birthday candles!"

Soul Power surged between Wang Tianyi's fingers, transforming into an invisible slash of Soul Power. A willow tree beside him suffered an undeserved disaster as a branch as thick as an adult's index finger fell to the ground. Wang Tianyi raised a hand, caught it, swung it around a few times, and found it quite handy.

"Impossible! No one in this world can come out unscathed from my phoenix flames!"

The scene before him shattered Ma Hongjun's understanding. Ever since he was young, his teacher Flender had told him that his Martial Soul was one of the finest on Douluo Continent, and that the flames it possessed were something Soul Masters of the same level simply could not endure. With his current cultivation, even Soul Elders had to avoid his edge. Yet Wang Tianyi had overturned everything he believed. Forget looking disheveled—there was not even a single scorch mark on his clothes!

"What a pathetic little insect!"

Wang Tianyi flicked the branch, and with a sharp crack, it lashed across Ma Hongjun's face.

"Phoenix fire, huh?"

"You're a bastard, huh?"

"A Soul Grandmaster, huh?"

"You sure are cocky!"

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Wang Tianyi absolutely had the talent to be a farmer. All 300 lashes landed solidly! Ma Hongjun's skin was now as red as his hair, and wisps of white smoke even rose from his body. He lay on the ground trembling, filled with boundless regret over his earlier arrogance.

Those who dared not cause trouble were mediocre, but the consequences of causing trouble this time were a little too severe...

"This time is only a lesson! Keep that filthy mouth of yours clean. Calling yourself 'your daddy' in front of me? What terrible manners! I never call myself 'your daddy' in front of other people!"

Lenient with himself and strict with others, Wang Tianyi disdainfully spat. He had wanted to lash Ma Hongjun a couple more times, but he feared the fat man might enjoy it. So he tossed the branch aside, hummed a little tune, and left without looking back, leaving Ma Hongjun lying there and shivering.

Only after the sound of footsteps gradually faded did the trembling Ma Hongjun force himself to stand. The willow branch had hurt badly when it struck him, but it had not damaged his muscles or bones. Just as Wang Tianyi had said, it was merely punishment. Of course, Ma Hongjun would not be so fortunate in the soul arena.

"That bastard! It hurts so bad... hurts this young master so bad! Just wait, this isn't over!"

Ma Hongjun trudged with difficulty toward where the Shrek group was staying. Since they were participating in a soul battle the next day, the Shrek group had settled into lodging arranged by the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena. Ma Hongjun had merely been unable to bear the loneliness and slipped out using the Evil Fire churning within him as an excuse. By the time he returned, the sky had completely darkened.

Pushing open the door, he found everyone gathered around Tang San and Dai Mubai, discussing the details of tomorrow's battle. On the table lay information sent by the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena regarding the Imperial Fighting Team.

The sound at the door made everyone look up. The instant they saw him, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong burst out laughing.

All right, laughing like this was somewhat immoral, but Ma Hongjun looked far too miserable. His face was swollen like a pig's head, and his entire body had grown more than two sizes larger. He was bright red, like a white pig that had just been doused in hot water before New Year's and was ready to be dehaired. Combined with that messy Mohawk hairstyle, he was no longer merely a weed chicken—he was the weed chicken Pro Max edition!

"Fatty, what happened to you? How did you end up like this?"

Dai Mubai and Oscar, who were close to Ma Hongjun, hurried over and helped him onto the sofa. Yet even this small movement made Ma Hongjun howl in pain. Looking closely, his clothes were already torn to shreds. Even sitting down pulled at the lash marks across his body, making him grimace in agony.

"Boss Dai, Little Ao, Third Brother... I was bullied..."

Ma Hongjun leaned lifelessly against the sofa. Yet in the next instant, the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of the table before him. He saw the intelligence sheet bearing a portrait, with the name field reading "Wang Tianyi."

"Ah!!!"