Lin Ye: Supports can only get carried? Next time, you'll carry with brute force

After Lin Ye released his Martial Soul, Ning Rongrong followed suit and released hers.

"Oh? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

The sight of Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul sent a jolt through Tu Gang's heart. Everyone in the Soul Master World knew the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. After all, it was the core Martial Soul of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects.

At that moment, many knowledgeable spectators in the stands also recognized the Martial Soul.

"No wonder the World-Painting Combination is so confident about challenging a Soul Ancestor team."

Both of them were only Soul Elders, but one had a soul ring configuration that defied all common sense, while the other possessed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, renowned as the world's greatest support Martial Soul.

With a combination like that, defeating opponents above their level was hardly impossible.

But...

Looking at the White Paper Martial Soul in Lin Ye's hand, everyone felt curious. With nothing but a White Paper Martial Soul and a support Soul Master beside him, how could he withstand attacks from two assault fighters?

"Begin the match!"

At the referee's command, Tu Gang and Xiong Lie immediately sprang into action, unleashing their Soul Skills to eliminate Ning Rongrong first.

"Second Soul Skill, Shattering Strike!"

"Third Soul Skill, Iron Sand Storm!"

Yet just as their attacks were about to strike Ning Rongrong, a voice rang out.

"Impregnable Fortress."

A golden barrier instantly enveloped Ning Rongrong, blocking both attacks.

Shocked that their attacks had been stopped, both men immediately leaped back, trying to put some distance between themselves and Lin Ye and Ning Rongrong. Instead, two blue threads wrapped around their bodies.

They tried to struggle, only to discover that the threads were incredibly tough. Wound tightly around their bodies, they were almost impossible to break free of.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Startled by his words, the two followed the threads with their eyes and saw that the strands restraining them were wound around Lin Ye's hands.

"Y-you, what Soul Skill is that?" Tu Gang asked in shock.

"Heh, you don't need to know. Match over. Time to clock out."

As he spoke, Lin Ye flicked both hands. The threads shuddered, flinging the two men straight off the platform.

Every spectator was stunned to see Lin Ye throw two Soul Ancestors off the platform so effortlessly.

"Holy shit! That fast?"

"Badass!"

"That's a White Paper Martial Soul? No way!"

"..."

Cries of astonishment rose without end, but Lin Ye simply took Ning Rongrong's hand and led her off the platform.

"The World-Painting Combination wins!"

On their way back to the resting area, Ning Rongrong pouted and complained, "Lin Ye, I didn't even get to do anything! Why did you finish so fast? You made me look like some freeloader getting carried."

Lin Ye smiled at her. "Who said you were a freeloader? If you hadn't drawn their fire just now, how could I have won so easily?"

"I..."

Hearing that, Ning Rongrong nearly laughed in exasperation.

So you turned a perfectly good support like me into a taunting meat shield!

"All right, all right. Next time, I'll let you carry. How's that?"

Ning Rongrong froze. "Me, carry? How can a support like me carry?"

After spending so much time with Lin Ye, Ning Rongrong had come to understand what he meant by "carry."

But how was she supposed to deal damage as a support?

"A support who can't carry isn't a good support. A support's job is to protect and help their teammates. Wouldn't wiping out every opponent be better than giving your teammates Buffs?" Lin Ye asked with a smile.

Ning Rongrong said, "..."

"Brother Lin Ye, that idea's a little too fanciful."

Lin Ye shook his head and said mysteriously, "Ah, that's where you're wrong. Trust me to handle it. When the time comes, just go ahead and carry."

When the two returned to the resting area, Tang San and Xiao Wu had already headed to the two-on-two platform.

Lin Ye sat down and began watching Tang San and Xiao Wu's fight.

Sure enough, just as in the original story, Tang San and Xiao Wu's Three-Five Combination faced the Iron-Blooded Combination. Working seamlessly together, the two finished the fight in no time.

By the time Tang San finished his soul fight, Dai Mubai had also finished his own.

"Where's the dean?" Tang San asked.

"Oh? I don't know where he went either. He told us earlier to head straight back once we finished our matches."

Hearing Dai Mubai's answer, Lin Ye turned to Ning Rongrong. "Let's go, Rongrong."

"Okay."

When they emerged from the Soul Fighting Arena, Ma Hongjun suddenly said excitedly, "You guys head back first. The dean told me earlier to stop by his shop."

A trace of a smile appeared on Dai Mubai's face.

"We'll head back, then. Take it easy."

"Boss Dai, aren't you coming?"

"No, no. Quit yapping and get going." Dai Mubai shot him a glare, though his gaze secretly flicked toward Zhu Zhuqing.

At the sight, Lin Ye sneered inwardly.

If you want to visit a brothel, just go. Watching you put on this act is honestly laughable.

"Boss Dai, come on, let's go together. Didn't you say women aren't people, they're resources?"

Dai Mubai's face instantly flushed with anger.

"Get lost. My taste isn't as lousy as yours."

Ma Hongjun snorted unhappily, then turned and left.

"Boss Dai, where's that fatty going?" Xiao Wu couldn't help asking.

Dai Mubai laughed. "What else would he be doing? He can't keep his evil fire down."

"Off to ruin more girls?"

Dai Mubai shook his head. "I wouldn't call it ruining them. He's going to a brothel."

"Boss Dai, you mean the dean is taking Fatty to that sort of place?" Tang San asked incredulously.

"There's nothing we can do. It's a flaw in Fatty's Martial Soul. We can't make him stop cultivating or watch him explode and die, can we?" Dai Mubai sighed.

"Oh? What about you, then?" Ning Rongrong suddenly asked.

Dai Mubai immediately denied it. "I wouldn't go to a place like that. My taste is much better than Fatty's."

"Filthy." Zhu Zhuqing, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke.

"What?"

Hearing Zhu Zhuqing speak, Dai Mubai immediately turned around, only for her to walk straight past without even looking at him.

"Hypocrite."

Only then did Dai Mubai clearly hear her words. "Stop right there!"

But Zhu Zhuqing kept walking as though she hadn't heard him.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists in anger and sneered. "Filthy? Hypocritical? How are you any better?"

At his words, Zhu Zhuqing abruptly stopped.

Dai Mubai stepped forward and seized her wrist. "Why pretend you're so pure? Think I don't see the way you stare at Lin Ye?"

Zhu Zhuqing immediately sent out a pulse of soul power and forcefully shook him off.

"Whatever I do, I'm still better than a brothel regular like you."

Ning Rongrong cut in, "Exactly! You're the filthy one, yet you're slandering someone else!"

Dai Mubai flew into a rage, veins bulging. "You little brat from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Do you really think I wouldn't dare touch you?!"

Lin Ye stepped in front of Ning Rongrong, his White Paper Martial Soul faintly materializing. "Try it."

Dai Mubai activated his White Tiger Martial Soul possession, and his third Soul Ring was about to light up.

"Stop! We're all classmates!" Tang San immediately stepped in to stop him.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai could only suppress his fury. Lin Ye, Zhu Zhuqing, just you wait!

On the way back, Ning Rongrong asked quietly, "Brother Lin Ye, will Dai Mubai take revenge?"

Lin Ye narrowed his eyes. "He'd better not come looking for death."

After returning to the academy and escorting Ning Rongrong to her dorm, Lin Ye headed back to his own.

Yet as soon as he arrived, he saw Zhu Zhuqing.

Lin Ye looked at her in confusion. "Why are you here? Do you need something?"