Shrek's Underhanded Tactics

Kuang Xi clenched his fists and was about to charge forward.

Dai Mubai did not retreat. His second punch was already drawn back at his waist, ready to swing.

Just as their fists were about to collide, a figure swiftly emerged from the corner of the corridor. One hand stretched between them, its palm wrapped in a dense layer of Soul Power that forcibly dissipated both attacks.

It was a lean, stern-faced middle-aged man wearing a gray Soul Arena uniform—Manager Ao.

"Stop."

He looked at Kuang Xi first, then turned to Dai Mubai, his brows knitting slightly.

"Causing trouble outside the Mad Battle Team's lounge? Do you both want to be disqualified?"

Covering his face, Kuang Xi pointed at Dai Mubai as blood continued to trickle from the corner of his mouth. His voice was rough and hoarse.

"Manager Ao, he attacked first! The moment I stepped outside, he punched me. I don't even know who he is!"

Manager Ao turned his gaze toward Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai stood there as his fists slowly relaxed, the viciousness on his face gradually settling into calmness.

"Mistaken identity. Sorry."

Manager Ao stared at him for several breaths, then glanced at Kuang Xi. After a brief silence, he waved his hand.

"Go back, both of you. If this happens again, no matter who it is, you'll be disqualified immediately. Kuang Xi, go deal with that injury on your face."

"Evil-Eyed White Tiger, return to your own lounge."

"You'll be opponents in tonight's team match. If you want to fight, wait until you're in the arena."

Dai Mubai snorted coldly and turned toward the other end of the corridor, never once looking back at Kuang Xi.

Kuang Xi stood outside the Mad Battle Team's lounge, clutching his swollen right cheek, the blood at his