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

Ma Hongjun belched, reeking of alcohol mixed with cheap rouge. With an irritated look, he stared Wang Tianyi straight in the eyes and rammed his fat body into him. He had expected the handsome youth before him to be knocked flat, but Wang Tianyi merely turned aside. Ma Hongjun's provocation missed completely, and his bulky body swayed before he fell face-first onto the ground in utter embarrassment.

"Whose pigsty gate was left open? How did they let you out?"

The stench made Wang Tianyi frown deeply. An unfamiliar personality came online—the chaste personality from the Qi Tian Martial Soul.

The chaste restrained bodily desires, guarded their true heart, and kept their soul pure and undisturbed. At that moment, Wang Tianyi could not stand any "faithless person." Likewise, because his soul was so pure, he had become an extremely severe germaphobe. Ma Hongjun's smell made him nauseous. If he had not been afraid of dirtying his shoes, Wang Tianyi might 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 road. Having failed to land a hit and then fallen flat on his face, Ma Hongjun felt that he had lost face. 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 fled in terror at once. This was a Lord Soul Master—how could they dare stay and watch the show?

Looking at Ma Hongjun after Phoenix Possession, Wang Tianyi finally could not hold it in any longer. As a veteran who had held it in for twenty years, he expressed himself in the most direct, blunt, uncomplicated, and concise way possible—he broke.

Calling him a scrub chicken was simply too fitting. Ordinary beast Martial Soul Masters underwent a drastic transformation during Martial Soul Possession, becoming immensely imposing. But with Ma Hongjun, his hair merely became redder, like a giant 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 did not care whether this was a Soul Arena or not. He directly unleashed his first Soul Skill, spraying scorching Phoenix Flame at Wang Tianyi. Facing Ma Hongjun's attack, Wang Tianyi's cold smile remained unchanged. He simply stood there and allowed the flames to slam into his body.

Phoenix Flame thought it could be compared to Samadhi True Fire? His water-and-fire-proof Indestructible Body completely ignored Ma Hongjun's attack. Even the explosive property contained within the Phoenix Flame could not harm Wang Tianyi's body! Wang Tianyi had used some Soul Power, but only to coat the surface of his body, preventing the foul-smelling Phoenix Flame from ruining his clothes or touching his skin.

"Your little flame can only light candles on a birthday cake!"

Soul Power surged between Wang Tianyi's fingers and transformed into an invisible Soul Power slash. A willow tree beside them suffered an undeserved disaster as a branch as thick as an adult's index finger fell down. Wang Tianyi raised a hand to catch it, gave it a few swings, and found it quite handy.

"Impossible! No one in this world can come through my Phoenix Flame unscathed!"

The sight before him overturned Ma Hongjun's understanding. Ever since he was young, his teacher Flender had told him that his Martial Soul was one of the finest Martial Souls on Douluo Continent, and that the fire it possessed was something Soul Masters of the same rank simply could not endure. With his current cultivation, even Soul Elders had to avoid its edge. Yet Wang Tianyi had utterly overturned his understanding. Forget looking disheveled—not even the faintest scorch mark had appeared on his clothes!

"What a pitiful little insect!"

Wang Tianyi flicked the branch, and it cracked sharply across Ma Hongjun's face.

"Phoenix fire, huh?"

"A bastard, huh?"

"A Soul Grandmaster, huh?"

"You're pretty arrogant, aren't you?"

Hurry and register for Wang Tianyi's version of the new Douluo Continent mobile game—log in and get 300 consecutive pulls! From the department store to the Great Soul Arena, Ma Hongjun went from bewilderment to screams. The sight was simply unbearable.

Wang Tianyi definitely had the talent to be a farmer. A full three hundred pulls, every one of them solid! 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 regret for his earlier arrogance.

Not daring to cause trouble made one mediocre, but the consequences of causing trouble 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 your daddy? What appalling manners! I never call myself 'your daddy' in front of other people!"

Lenient with himself and strict with others, Wang Tianyi spat disdainfully. He had wanted to whip him a couple more times, but he was afraid Ma Hongjun might enjoy it, so he tossed the branch aside and hummed a little tune as he walked away without looking back, leaving Ma Hongjun lying there and trembling.

Only after the sound of footsteps had gradually faded did the trembling Ma Hongjun force himself to his feet. 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 had only been a punishment. Of course, Ma Hongjun would not have such good luck in the Soul Arena.

"That bastard! It hurts so bad, I... it hurts so bad, this young master! Just wait, today's matter isn't over!"

Ma Hongjun trudged with difficulty toward where the Shrek group was staying. Since they were participating in Soul Battles the next day, the Shrek group was staying in accommodations arranged by Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena. Ma Hongjun had merely been unable to endure his loneliness and used the Evil Fire surging within him as an excuse to run out. By the time he returned, the sky had already gone completely dark.

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

The movement at the door made everyone look up. The instant they did, 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 at least two sizes larger. He was bright red, like a white pig that had just been doused with hot water for hair removal during the New Year. Combined with that chaotic mohawk, he was no longer a scrub chicken—he was the scrub chicken Pro Max version!

"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 that tiny movement made Ma Hongjun howl in pain. On closer inspection, his clothes had been torn to pieces. Even sitting down tugged at the whip marks across his body, making him grimace in agony.

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

Ma Hongjun slumped lifelessly against the sofa. But in the next instant, the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of the table before him. He saw the intelligence sheet with a portrait on it, the name field displaying "Wang Tianyi."

"Ah!!!"