Handsome Brother Jun

Dai Mubai hopped around a few times, clutching his leg, to recover. He walked up to the three of them. "I leveled up three times this time, from forty-three to forty-six. Thanks." He paused, then turned to Wang Xingyu. "But Xingyu, why don't you teach me how to become as pure and innocent as you?"

Wang Xingyu paused for a moment. This problem was really difficult to solve, and it wasn't easy to help Zhu Zhuqing either—mainly because he wasn't that interested in Zhu Zhuqing.

"Respect her. Even if she doesn't approve of you, you can still protect her. As long as she's doing well, that's all that matters."

Dai Mubai frowned, clearly not fully understanding. "What do you mean?"

"It means that even if Zhu Zhuqing doesn't like you or approves of you, you can stay with her, but you can't force her to become your partner."

Dai Mubai understood. But after understanding, his expression became even more complicated. After a two-second silence, he retorted in a low voice, "But this is our destiny, there's no way to escape it."

Wang Xingyu rolled his eyes. "So you came to Shrek, wasn't that just running away?"

Dai Mubai scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed. "You know that?"

"Once we know your identity, a little investigation will make it clear." Wang Xingyu looked at him. "Nothing is predetermined; it's just that your strength isn't strong enough yet. Don't forget we're a team. You'll definitely become Titled Douluo in the future, and Little San and Xiao Wu will definitely become one too—with three Titled Douluo standing together, who would dare disrespect your opinion?"

Dai Mubai remained silent for a while. Three Titled Douluo were indeed enough to rewrite the rules. But it was still somewhat unrealistic. He raised his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Alright, let's work together. We must become Titled Douluo, take control of our own destinies, and let her take control of hers too!" After saying that, he turned to look beside him, "Don't you think so, Little Ao— "

The words stopped abruptly. Oscar stood there, mouth agape, eyes vacant, like a statue.

"What's wrong with Oscar? Why is he frozen in place?"

Oscar said sadly, "Oh God, I'm so miserable."

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of flames roared over and engulfed Oscar. Oscar was charred black, with wisps of smoke rising from his hair.

A loud laugh echoed from within the flames, "Hahaha! It's not God, it's me! Awesome!"

A slender figure emerged from the flames, a pair of fiery wings unfurling behind her. She had an oval face, a sharp jawline, and not a trace of fat. She was tall and imposing, with an arrogant smile playing on her lips.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy before? Level 5! I've leveled up a full five levels, now I'm level 38!" Ma Hongjun said, chin held high. "And it feels so good, I'm completely free of Evil Fire!"

"You are... Fatty?" Oscar's voice trembled as his face was covered in soot.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Oscar cried out to the heavens, "Heavens! Why are you doing this to me! Give me back that sleazy, lewd, lazy fat man!"

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai all stared wide-eyed. Xiao Wu rubbed her eyes. "Y-you... you're Fatty?"

"What's wrong with you all? I'm handsome, but is it really necessary to be this exaggerated?"

Wang Xingyu silently took out a mirror from his Storage Soul Tool and handed it over.

Ma Hongjun took the mirror and looked at himself—an oval face, with well-defined features, and the afterglow of Phoenix Flame swirling deep within his pupils. He stared at his reflection, his grin widening. "Wow, so handsome... and so cool! Hahaha!" He raised his head, scanning the crowd, "You all have to accept reality—I'm the most handsome one among you!"

Xiao Wu tilted her head. "Is he crazy?" Tang San paused for a second. "Maybe."

Ma Hongjun patted Oscar on the shoulder. "Little Ao, you're awesome. But it's okay, I can protect you."

"Believe it or not, I'll bite you to death!" Oscar gritted his teeth.

Dai Mubai turned his head and asked Wang Xingyu, "What exactly is going on?"

"It's probably because his body shape changed after the Evil Fire was purified. But this should only happen when he's in the Martial Soul Possession state." Wang Xingyu paused, surprised that it was just like in the comics, "With Fatty's current Soul Power, he can only last five minutes at most."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flames around Ma Hongjun vanished, and he deflated like a punctured balloon. His oval face visibly returned to its round shape, and his slender figure returned to its original plumpness. He looked down at himself, touched his face, and his expression changed from smug to bewildered.

What's going on?

The people around them all let out a long, drawn-out "Yeah--".

Ma Hongjun was almost in tears. "You can't joke like that! Give me back my youthful face!"

Xiao Wu swayed her scorpion braid with a smug look on her face. "Good, saves you the trouble of ruining girls."

"Harass girls?" Ma Hongjun paused, his eyes darting around. "That seems like a good idea... but no, that's not right." He turned to Wang Xingyu, "Brother Yu, do you think I can go?"

"Go if you want," Wang Xingyu said. "But if you go, forget about the one I promised to introduce you to. You can find your true love on your own, that's fine too."

Ma Hongjun thought for a moment, then pressed on, "So which one do you think is the best?"

"Of course, it's the one I introduced to you."

Ma Hongjun thought for a moment, then sighed, "Never mind, I won't go. It's a pity those girls won't get to see my unparalleled good looks."

He looked around. Dai Mubai was still rubbing his feet, Tang San and Xiao Wu were standing side by side, and Zhu Zhuqing had somehow appeared on the dormitory balcony, watching them from afar. "Hey, by the way, where's Rongrong? It's a pity she didn't get to see my unparalleled beauty—"

The moment the words left his mouth, Oscar froze again. He stood there, rooted to the spot, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been ripped from his body.

Ma Hongjun was startled. "Oh my god, Oscar, what happened to you? Rongrong ran off with someone?"

"It's nothing," Wang Xingyu said. "It's just that my Martial Soul Evolution. I'll go back to the sect and report it."

Ma Hongjun found it a bit strange, but didn't ask any further questions. Everyone dispersed to consolidate their cultivation.

An hour later, a loud bang suddenly came from the direction of Ma Hongjun's dormitory. The window was blown open from the inside out, and a ball of flame shot into the sky.

As the flames subsided, the slender, oval-faced boy stood at the window, hands on his hips, laughing heartily.

"Hahaha! So he can turn back after an hour! Handsome Jun is back!"