Make You Castrate Yourself

Ma Hongjun looked unbearably smug. He thought one punch would knock them both down, letting him carry off the stunning, busty girl.

He threw a punch without a care in the world, but the girl whipped out a fierce kick.

Her leg moved like lightning. A blur of pale skin flashed, and smack! His face twisted sideways. His head rang as pain exploded across his cheek.

"Pfft..."

Blood sprayed from Ma Hongjun's mouth, and he flew sideways like a torn sack.

He hit the ground with a heavy thud.

"Ah..."

He screamed on the ground, shaking his head. The kick had left him dizzy; it took several hard shakes before his senses cleared.

Shock filled him. What kind of kick was that? How could it be so fast?

I'm a little monster, a genius Soul Grandmaster. How did some busty girl send me flying with one kick?

Frustration and disbelief churned inside him.

He staggered to his feet.

Oscar ran over to support Ma Hongjun. He was startled too. This beautiful girl barely spoke, but she hit hard.

Without using Soul Power, her Martial Soul, or a Soul Ring, she had kicked away Ma Hongjun, who possessed a top-tier Beast Martial Soul.

How strong would she be if she used her Soul Power, Martial Soul, and Soul Rings? Oscar could hardly imagine it.

"I've got a big sausage!"

Soul Rings settled around Oscar, and a sausage appeared in his hand. He stuffed it into Ma Hongjun's mouth while Ma Hongjun was still dazed.

Ma Hongjun felt a little better after eating it. He glared furiously at the stunning, busty girl.

"You dared play the weakling against a phoenix? You're finished! When I get serious, even I scare myself!"

"Second Soul Skill: Phoenix of Fiery Embers! First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"

His second Soul Skill increased the intensity of his flames by thirty percent, making his first Soul Skill even more powerful.

Two Soul Rings lit up around him. Flames swirled over his body and gathered in his mouth. Boom...

A concentrated pillar of fire burst from his mouth, instantly painting the dim street red. It illuminated everything around them, becoming the brightest light in sight.

"What if you burn that pretty face?"

Ma Hongjun gave a nasty laugh.

"But you just had to be difficult. If you spent a night with me, you could still have stayed beautiful..."

"Fatty, don't go that far!"

Oscar had not expected Ma Hongjun to actually try to burn the busty girl's face. He cried out in alarm.

It would be such a waste to ruin a face that beautiful.

But Zhu Zhuqing moved.

With a whoosh, her figure flashed forward, moving so fast that blue-black afterimages trailed behind her.

A blue-black Hell Spirit Cat King appeared behind her and merged with her body.

She grew even faster.

Whoosh—

She slipped past the flames in an instant.

Bang!

A blue-black flash struck the left side of the fatty's body, sending him flying sideways into the air.

Bang! Another blow hit his right side, sending him the other way.

Bang, bang...

The fatty's screams rang out again and again in midair.

She battered him like a punching bag, kicking him from the left and punching him from the right.

"Uh..."

Oscar's eyes widened. He backed away until he slammed into a wall with a bang and fell to the ground.

Slash... Blood spattered from his left cheek, where three claw marks appeared.

Slash... Blood spattered from his right cheek too, adding three more claw marks.

His face now looked like a cat's, marked by six bloody lines.

He lay on the ground screaming.

"Waaah... Ahhh... I was wrong! Please spare me!"

"Stop hitting me, my lady!"

"Mom..."

Ma Hongjun wept and begged for mercy.

This time, he had truly picked a fight he could not win.

Seeing Ma Hongjun's miserable state, Oscar was scared half to death. He secretly began crawling away.

After crawling a short distance, he found a pair of long legs blocking his path.

"What do you want?"

Their owner did not answer. Oscar looked up and saw the handsome young man who had been beside the aloof beauty.

"Sorry, could you let me through?"

"No, I couldn't. You harassed my wife too."

Fang Fan folded his arms and spoke calmly.

"But I never laid a hand on her!

Ha ha, just pretend I'm a fart and let me go!

I can give you dozens of big sausages to make up for it!"

Oscar gave him a fawning, sleazy smile.

"Sorry, but even if you were a fart, I'd still beat you for it," Fang Fan said, still calm.

"You're fucking asking for it!"

Oscar figured the young man had no real strength. He was probably just living off the beautiful girl.

Oscar was a Soul Grandmaster. Why would he be afraid?

He sprang up from the ground and swung a broad palm at the young man.

Bang—

The young man drove a straight kick into him!

"Pfft..."

Oscar doubled over like a shrimp and flew backward, crashing down heavily on Ma Hongjun.

"Ah..." Ma Hongjun screamed again.

Agony tore through Oscar's abdomen. Foam spilled from his mouth as his body convulsed uncontrollably.

The young man and woman walked over and looked down at them.

"This fatty can't control his Evil Fire. Instead, it controls him. What a waste."

Fang Fan shook his head. Neither Ma Hongjun nor Oscar impressed him.

"Mm. The fatty's a waste. He's nothing compared to you, husband.

You can even suppress Evil Thoughts far stronger than his."

Zhu Zhuqing thought of their Martial Souls. Fang Fan's Martial Soul was many times stronger than the fatty's, yet he could suppress his Evil Thoughts through sheer willpower.

The fatty's Evil Fire also came from a mutated Martial Soul. It was far weaker, yet he could not suppress it at all. Instead, he let it lead him around by the nose. He was utterly hopeless.

"You... you'd better let us go!

Otherwise, you'll regret it!"

Oscar decided to invoke Shrek Academy. An academy full of monsters would surely scare them off.

"Th-that's right! Every student at Shrek Academy is a genius, and some of our teachers are Soul Emperors and Soul Saints!"

Ma Hongjun's face was swollen like a pig's, and he could barely speak without stammering.

"Shrek Academy?"

Zhu Zhuqing paused. Back in the Star Luo Empire, she had heard of Shrek Academy. It supposedly had outstanding teachers, and one of its former students had become Spirit Hall's youngest Elder.

At the time, she had planned to go to Shrek after escaping the Star Luo Empire.

She had never expected the academy's students to turn out this disgusting.

A Soul Master who doesn't stir up trouble isn't a good Soul Master!

No wonder they call it Little Monster Academy.

They're certainly strange—strange enough to deserve a beating. How pathetic.

She asked,

"Did your academy really produce Spirit Hall's youngest Elder?"

"Huh?"

Oscar froze, then said,

"Of course it did! Scared now? Hurry up and let us go!"

"Exactly! Spirit Hall's youngest Elder came from our academy. If you don't let us go, Spirit Hall will kill you!" Ma Hongjun puffed up with feigned pride.

But he felt uneasy. There was no Elder. The Dean had made it all up to recruit students.

Their academy was dirt-poor, lacked any proper credentials, and was not even registered in the Heaven Dou Empire.

"Is that true?"

Zhu Zhuqing turned to Fang Fan with a curious look. He was Spirit Hall's Saint Son, after all. He would know who its Elders were.

"No."

Fang Fan shook his head.

"Their Dean made it up to attract talented students.

This fatty only knows how to hide behind others' reputations. Since he can't control his Evil Fire, I'll make sure he has no way to let it out..."

"What are you going to do?"

The look in the young man's eyes frightened Ma Hongjun. A terrible premonition rose in his heart. The man even knew the Dean had invented that story about Spirit Hall's youngest Elder. Who was he?

"Nothing much. I'm going to make you castrate yourself," Fang Fan said calmly.