Dai Mubai: Watch Me Pick the Softest Target!

"First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!"

"Get out of here!"

Xiao Wu's supple waist snapped with force, hurling Yu Tianheng headfirst into a muddy ditch.

That blow carried all the pent-up frustration and fury she had felt from taking hits without being able to fight back. It packed quite a punch.

The fall left Yu Tianheng seeing stars.

Nearby, Dai Mubai's heart jolted as he watched Yu Tianheng get thrashed.

Nearly half his Soul Power was gone, and he bristled with needles like a hedgehog, but he still refused to admit defeat.

If he could not beat a little girl in front of this many people, he might as well leave Suotuo City for good.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and growled,

"Bitch! I'm going to skin you alive today!"

He feigned a furious charge at Tang Sanmei, but his footwork suddenly veered sideways.

Dai Mubai had already noticed something uncanny about the blue-haired girl's movements.

Her strange Hidden Weapons and Blue Silver Grass were a nuisance, too. He could not even touch her.

That kid hasn't moved once this whole time.

One white Soul Ring and one purple... What kind of bizarre Soul Ring combination is that? And he's been supporting that rabbit all along. He must be a support-type Soul Master.

Pick the softest persimmon to squeeze. To catch the bandits, seize their king first.

"I'll grab your support and see how you fight then!"

A fierce glint flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes. He abruptly changed direction, abandoning Tang Sanmei and charging straight at Huo Yuhao.

"Brat! Come be my hostage!"

It happened so fast that gasps erupted from the crowd.

Seeing Dai Mubai dare to turn on Huo Yuhao, Tang Sanmei's already icy face went deathly pale. Then she cried out in fury,

"You dare touch my senior brother? You're dead!"

To Tang Sanmei, Huo Yuhao was the only male hope for the Tang Sect's revival, the senior brother she had sworn to serve with her life, and the one person no one was allowed to touch!

Dai Mubai was less than five meters from Huo Yuhao. Even with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track pushed to its limit, Tang Sanmei was half a step too slow.

Yet Huo Yuhao did not so much as step back from the charging Dai Mubai.

"You picked me as the soft persimmon? Excellent eye."

A faint golden light flickered in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

"First Soul Skill, Soul Impact!"

Formless mental power ignored every one of Dai Mubai's defenses and crashed straight into his Sea of Consciousness.

"Ugh!"

Half a meter from Huo Yuhao, Dai Mubai froze. The savage grin had not even left his face before his eyes rolled back.

Blood sprayed from his nostrils and ears. His body swayed, nearly toppling to the ground.

In the next instant, the furious Tang Sanmei arrived using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

A purple gleam flashed through her eyes. She held a Dragon Whisker Needle between two fingers.

"You dared go after my senior brother! I'll make sure you're never a man again!"

Tang Sanmei's voice sounded as though it came from hell, making Dai Mubai shudder.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent the Dragon Whisker Needle streaking like golden light between Dai Mubai's legs.

Squelch.

The sound made every man's balls ache.

A Dragon Whisker Needle curled up on contact with flesh. The damage from this strike was as devastating as it could get.

"Awooo!!!"

That gut-wrenching pain jolted the dazed Dai Mubai awake. He let out a wretched howl.

Clutching himself with both hands, he rolled across the ground like a boiled shrimp as blood flowed out.

Ruined.

The man was ruined.

The man was utterly ruined.

The rest of his life was ruined.

"Hiss!"

The men watching shuddered at Dai Mubai's miserable state and sucked in a sharp breath.

Who said you could not feel another person's pain?

They could feel this one all too well.

"Holy shit! Boss Dai!"

Ma Hongjun was so frightened that every roll of fat on his body trembled. He stared blankly, his pants wet between the legs.

What the fuck...

"Xiao Ao, Xiao Ao, can that be reattached? Can your Big Sausage heal it?"

Ma Hongjun swallowed and asked Oscar, who had been standing beside him in a daze.

Oscar was dumbstruck too.

As far as he was concerned, this had only been a little scuffle between Shrek students and some outsiders.

How had it come to this?

"Heal my ass! Mine are Recovery Sausages, not something that can regrow severed limbs! And can't you see it's been mangled into mincemeat? Even a Titled Douluo couldn't fix that!"

At those words, Ma Hongjun's eyes rolled back. He nearly passed out on the spot.

Watching from the shadows, Zhu Zhuqing was shaken by such ruthless methods, but a hint of satisfaction at seeing an old score settled rose in her eyes.

For a shameless bastard like Dai Mubai, this fate was entirely his own doing.

Yet even as Dai Mubai screamed as though his heart were being torn apart,

Tang Sanmei, being a girl, could not fathom that pain. The murderous intent in her eyes had not faded in the slightest.

Severing the root of his evil was not enough when he had tried to touch her senior brother.

By her rules, the only right answer was to cut the weeds and dig out the roots.

With that thought, Tang Sanmei pulled something from the pouch at her waist.

Click!

A crisp metallic snap sounded, and a pitch-black iron case gleaming coldly appeared in her hand.

At the same time, Xiao Wu pulled an identical object from her waist.

Both Zhuge Repeating Crossbows were cocked.

Thirty-two coldly gleaming bolts stood ready to fire.

"What... what are those things?"

The onlookers were baffled. Why would anyone pull out objects like those in a fight between Soul Masters?

But at the general store's entrance, Flender clearly felt the deadly chill radiating from the Zhuge Repeating Crossbows. His heart lurched.

"Girls! Stop!"

Dai Mubai was a prince of the Star Luo Empire. He might have run away, but he was still a prince.

If something happened to him at Shrek Academy, who knew whether the Star Luo Empire would use it as an excuse to wage war against the Heaven Dou Empire?

And the Heaven Dou Empire certainly would not start a major war for the sake of one Soul Saint.

Who knew whether they would make him the scapegoat instead?

So Flender could no longer sit still.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Seven Soul Rings lit up around him, and his Four-Eyed Cat Owl Martial Soul possessed him.

Wings spread from Flender's back, and he shot toward Tang Sanmei and Xiao Wu to stop them.

A level-seventy-eight Soul Saint moved so fast that even if Tang Sanmei and Xiao Wu tried to force the triggers down, they would not make it in time.

At that critical moment, Huo Yuhao stepped forward and stood in front of them.

"Second Soul Skill, Simulation."

Flender's vision blurred in midair. Huo Yuhao and the two girls were clearly still standing where they had been.

Yet in that instant, in both Flender's sight and his senses, their figures wavered indistinctly, as though light itself had bent around them.