What About a Slide Tackle Makes You Fall Straight to Your Knees?

Dai Mubai's footsteps stopped.

His brows twitched violently.

He abruptly turned his head and scanned his surroundings.

"Who is it?" Dai Mubai's voice sank by half. "Who is speaking?"

No one answered.

Dai Mubai shook his head, just thinking it was his imagination, when that voice came again.

Little Dai, why are you making such a fuss here?

You were scared mute by your brother at home, but now that you're out, you sure know how to make a scene.

Dai Mubai's expression changed instantly.

He heard it clearly this time. The source of that voice was right between the three people in front of him.

Yet his gaze swept across the lips of the three of them, and none of them moved or opened their mouths.

The moment he thought of what he had just heard, he grew so angry,

this was completely rubbing salt into his wounds, and adding a dash of cumin to boot!

At this moment Xiao Wu spoke up, placing her hands on her hips,

"We aren't leaving, and if anyone leaves, it's going to be you. Don't you know the principle of first come, first served?"

Tang San nodded in agreement,

"Right, this room is ours, you should be the one to go out."

"The three of us will just squeeze in, it doesn't matter."

Tang San said this with a completely straight face, while in his heart he was already blooming with joy.

Squeezing together—with Xiao Wu nearby and Ye Lin nearby, that bed was big enough, so three people sharing a bed wouldn't be too cramped.

He could sleep pressed against Xiao Wu, and even if it was just against the edge of her sleeve, it would still be ten thousand times better than lying on that damn bare wooden plank bed.

Xiao Wu glanced at him and snorted, but with Dai Mubai right there she didn't expose him, merely hugging Ye Lin's arm a little tighter.

Hearing Tang San's words,

Dai Mubai's gaze nailed itself to Tang San's face.

He had already confirmed it.

The voice he heard just now belonged to this brat.

Dai Mubai bit down on his back molars.

How does this brat know so much about me?

My days in Star Luo Palace, the miserable times when I was oppressed so badly by that brother of mine that I couldn't even raise my head,

how would someone else know?

What right does a brat I've never met before have to speak with such accuracy?

And why could I hear his second voice?

Right when Dai Mubai's mind was a complete mess,

Tang San's inner voice rang out once more,

What are you thinking, Little Dai? Beaten up by me in the previous life, if I hadn't taken the support path in this life, I'd beat you up again.

What are you staring at?

What are those four dog eyes glaring at!

Dai Mubai's pupils shrank fiercely.

The previous life? Beaten up?

Did this brat mean he was reincarnated?

He had lived through a previous life, had fought in that previous life, and the one who got beaten was him, Dai Mubai?

Are you kidding me!

Dai Mubai's mouth twitched.

This brat's physique looked malnourished, with his cerebellum under-developed and his cerebrum not developed at all—could a person like this be his match?

I have to see how you plan to beat me!

Dai Mubai's voice dropped very low,

"Get the hell out of here right now, and I won't be angry. If you don't leave, then don't blame me for being unpolite."

Xiao Wu raised her chin and put her hands on her hips,

"We are certainly not leaving! If anyone leaves, it's you! This is a room for the three of us, why should we give it to you?"

Dai Mubai didn't take up her point.

He raised a hand, his fingertip pointing in Tang San's direction, "I can see you guys are Soul Masters too. I'll give you a chance. You, come over here."

Tang San was stunned: "Me?"

"Right, you." Dai Mubai took off his jacket and tossed it casually onto the counter, loosening his shoulders,

"I won't use my Martial Soul. I'll fight you bare-handed."

"You can use your Martial Soul however you like. As long as you can defeat me, I'll give this room to you."

Tang San's mouth twitched slightly.

That fight between him and Dai Mubai in his past life was still vivid in his mind.

At that time he possessed two Hundred-Year Soul Rings and was a Control-Type Battle Soul Master,

and now? He was now a Support-Type,

and his First Soul Ring was still ten-year Blue Silver Grass,

Beat people? What was he going to beat people with?

Whip Dai Mubai with Blue Silver Grass vines?

That might just make Dai Mubai feel good.

Yet he couldn't back down in front of Ye Lin and Xiao Wu.

Tang San took a deep breath, maintaining his composure on the surface, and even let out a light laugh,

"Alright then, since you insist on getting beaten, I'll play with you."

Ye Lin stood to the side watching this scene.

He remembered that in the original story Tang San and Dai Mubai indeed had a fight right here.

But back then Tang San was at least a Control-Type Battle Soul Master, and his First Soul Ring was a four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake,

and now?

Ye Lin looked at the two soul rings slowly rising from beneath Tang San's feet,

one circle of white, one circle of yellow,

entirely a support-type configuration.

A support-type hand-to-hand combat with a power attack type,

if Dai Mubai got serious, Tang San was afraid even his shit would get beaten out of him.

Ye Lin couldn't bear to watch anymore.

The moment the soul rings rose from beneath his feet, Tang San already had no way back.

Blue Silver Grass spread from his palms, and two slender vines darted out like snakes, fiercely wrapping around Dai Mubai's wrists.

At the same time Tang San shifted his footing, executing Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track as his figure flickered and dropped low,

he was going to use a slide tackle to knock Dai Mubai down.

This set of movements had been rehearsed countless times in Tang San's heart,

the speed, angle, and timing were all grasped to absolute perfection.

He could even imagine the scene of Dai Mubai losing his balance and falling backward, after which he would smoothly get up, pat the dust off his hem, and nonchalantly say let you win.

Dai Mubai stood in place, his legs slightly apart.

The instant Tang San's vines wrapped around his wrists, he merely gave his arm a casual shake, and that force rattled the vines until they loosened by more than half.

He was merely a support-type soul master to begin with, lacking any real control ability.

Meanwhile Tang San's slide tackle had already arrived; his entire body slid out close to the ground, his right leg sweeping horizontally toward Dai Mubai's calf. According to plan, this strike should have brought the man down.

Yet Dai Mubai didn't budge at all.

Tang San's leg crashed into Dai Mubai's calf as if colliding with an iron pillar,

with a muffled bang.

His body stalled abruptly due to the recoil,

and the smooth slide tackle movement broke halfway, his center of gravity instantly spinning out of control.

He flung his hands out wildly on the ground to steady himself but failed, his knees going soft,

Thud.

Tang San knelt straight down before Dai Mubai.

The entire lobby went silent for a fraction of a second.

Xiao Wu covered her mouth, her eyes wide and round.

Ye Lin averted his gaze, truly unable to bear watching.

Behind the counter, the receptionist lowered his head and pretended to calculate accounts, but his shoulders were shaking.

Their professional ethics were very high, and no matter how funny things were they never laughed—unless they couldn't help it.

Tang San knelt on the floor, his face burning hot.

His knees knocked against the hard floor tiles, making half of his leg go numb with pain, but what truly made him miserable was his current predicament.

He, a dignified God King reincarnated, had just knelt straight down like this in front of Ye Lin, Xiao Wu, and Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai looked down at Tang San kneeling before him, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.