Douro Continent

Chapter 171 The Master is a Devil (Part 2)

Finally having a chance to rest, Oscar immediately collapsed onto the bed and slept in. Tang San continued his cultivation as usual, and since Zhu Zhuqing insisted on continuing to train her physical foundation, Dai Mubai volunteered to accompany her. Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, like Oscar, also decided to take advantage of these seven days to rest. Only Ma Hongjun couldn't stay still; during the grueling training, he was the one who complained the most, but now that he had a break, the fat guy immediately slipped out of the academy to go to Soto City to deal with his "evil fire" problem.

Listening to Oscar's snores, Tang San assembled the parts delivered from the blacksmith's shop. He finally had some time today. He was very satisfied with the craftsmanship of the Tie brothers at the blacksmith shop. So far, parts for several types of mechanical concealed weapons, including the Silent Sleeve Arrow, the Sand-Spitting Arrow, and the Tight-Backed Crossbow, had been completed. Only the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, which had higher requirements, was still under forging. Tang San planned to use these few days of rest, besides cultivating, to assemble these completed concealed weapons, distribute them to everyone, and teach them how to use them.

Tang San was engrossed in assembling his hidden weapons, and time flew by. It wasn't until Oscar woke up from his sleep and called him to eat that Tang San realized the sunlight outside had turned into moonlight, and another day had passed.

The two left the dormitory and walked together toward the cafeteria. As they were walking, they suddenly saw someone staggering toward them.

"Holy crap, who is this? Why does he have a pig's head?" Oscar exclaimed in an exaggerated manner.

Tang San looked closely and saw that the person swaying and staggering towards him was none other than Ma Hongjun, though he looked extremely disheveled. Not only were his clothes torn and he looked covered in dust, but his round, chubby face was also completely swollen, with purplish-black bruises around his eyes and dried bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

"Fatty, what happened to you?" Tang San quickly went over to support the swaying Ma Hongjun. Oscar skillfully summoned his healing sausage and handed it over.

Ma Hongjun didn't stand on ceremony and ate the sausage in a few bites, which made him look a little better.

"Damn it, this is so embarrassing." Ma Hongjun's eyes were filled with hatred. He already had a round face and small eyes, and now that his face was swollen from the beating, his eyes were almost completely squeezed out by the fat on his face.

"Who beat you up like this?" Tang San's voice was noticeably colder.

After three months of grueling training, they had supported each other through it all. Their relationship had long since become more than just that of classmates. How could Tang San not be furious to see his brother beaten like this?

Ma Hongjun said angrily, "I got beaten up by a sleazy old man. It's shameful, fucking shameful."

Oscar frowned. "Fatty, you didn't get beaten up because you were jealous of someone, did you?"

Ma Hongjun angrily retorted, "What jealousy? I clearly had my eye on that girl first. That sleazy old man is shameless."

Upon hearing Ma Hongjun's words, Tang San immediately understood. Clearly, as Oscar had said, the fat man had been beaten up while dealing with his "evil fire" problem.

Tang San patted Ma Hongjun on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria to get something to eat first, then we can talk slowly."

With Oscar's recovery sausage, Ma Hongjun's condition improved significantly, and the three of them then entered the cafeteria.

Inside the cafeteria, Dai Mubai was sitting there eating and drinking heartily, but Zhu Zhuqing was not beside him.

"Damn it, Fatty, what happened to you?" Dai Mubai was startled by Ma Hongjun's disheveled appearance. His temper was much more fiery than Tang San's. He suddenly stood up from his chair, his evil eyes flashing with anger.

Ma Hongjun, with a mournful face, said, "Boss Dai, you have to stand up for your brother! Look what they did to me! They've even distorted my handsome face. How am I supposed to pick up girls now?!"

Oscar chuckled. "You call yourself handsome? Your face is swollen like a pig's head. Tell me what happened."

Ma Hongjun pulled up a chair and sat down before recounting what had happened.

"I left this morning, heading to Soto City to properly deal with my pent-up lust. When I got there, it was like finding a golden phoenix in the grass. Just as I was about to call the girl to take care of things, a lewd old man suddenly appeared. He looked to be in his forties, with short hair, and at first glance, he seemed quite honest, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were filled with lewd light. One of his hands was bandaged, yet he insisted on taking the girl from me. I asked him, 'Uncle, your hand is like this, and you're still out doing this?' Guess what he said? He actually said, 'I don't use my hands.' I've seen lewd people, but I've never seen anyone this lewd."

Dai Mubai asked, "Then you got into a fight with him?"

The fat man puffed up his chest and said, "Of course, he has bullied me. How can I bear it? Originally, I just wanted to drive him away. Who knew that this guy was also a soul master, and a fourth-level soul sect. He beat me up three times and threw me out of that hut. What made me unbearable the most was that he actually He even hit me. As a man, how could I endure such an insult? Then I got up and started fighting him, and then it became like this. Boss Dai, Brother Ao, Brother Tang, you have to make the decision for your brothers! If I hadn't been practicing well recently, I might have been beaten to the point of being beaten."

Ma Hongjun was clearly badly beaten this time, especially the mental blow was quite severe. He poured out his story with snot and tears streaming down his face, making Tang San and the other two frown.

Tang San asked, "What was that person's name?"

Ma Hongjun wiped his face with his sleeve. "I heard the madam in the brothel call him something like 'Bu Le,' so it's probably not his real name."

"Not happy? A mere Soul Master dares to bully my brother? Come on, Fatty, you lead the way, let's go see what's going on. Xiao San, Xiao Ao, are you two coming?" Dai Mubai understood Fatty's feelings perfectly. He'd done his fair share of jealousy and rivalry before, though he usually just came out ahead. He'd only restrained himself since Zhu Zhuqing arrived. Besides, Fatty's been beaten so badly; although he didn't seem to be seriously injured, he'd still lost face big time.

Tang San nodded. "Let's go take a look together."

In these kinds of situations, it's really not a matter of who's right and who's wrong, but who wouldn't side with their own people? If you see your brother getting beaten up and don't step in, you're not a man.

Oscar chuckled and said, "Of course I'm going. I want to see who can be more sleazy than our Fatty. Even if we can't beat him, with my mushroom sausage, we can still run away."

Upon hearing that the three were willing to stand up for him, Ma Hongjun was overjoyed. "Good brothers. Let's go now, maybe we can catch him." After saying that, he immediately jumped up, turned around and ran outside, as if his injuries no longer hurt.

Dai Mubai grabbed Ma Hongjun, "What's the rush? You need to eat first so you'll have the energy. By the way, tell me about that guy's martial spirit. As the saying goes, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.'"

Although the fat man looked anxious, his stomach was indeed very empty, so he sat down again. While everyone was eating dinner, Ma Hongjun recounted how he had been beaten up.

"That guy wasn't tall, only about 1.6 meters, and his face was dark, like he'd just come out of a coal mine. His martial spirit was strange. It wasn't attack, defense, or speed-type. It just felt like..."

The fat man's gaze drifted to Tang San, "It seems to have a similar effect to Third Brother's martial soul, only the appearance is different."

Tang San and Dai Mubai exchanged a glance, and almost simultaneously exclaimed, "A control-type Soul Master?"

The fat man nodded. "He's probably a control-type. His martial soul appears to be two semi-circular shields. He summons it and wears it on his head; it looks awful. He used two soul skills against me. The first was to enlarge the shields to block my Phoenix Fire Lines. The second was to use the shields to trap me from both ends. I don't know what material those shields were made of; even my Phoenix Flame couldn't destroy them. They bound me like a dumpling, and I became his punching bag."

Two pink covers? What kind of martial soul is this? Even Tang San, who had studied with Grandmaster for many years and was considered knowledgeable, couldn't figure it out.

Tang San said, "In that case, he should have two other soul skills that he hasn't used yet."

The fat man said, "Third Brother, with the three of you Soul Masters and me, a level 27 Great Soul Master, are you afraid of him? Besides, you are also a control-type Soul Master!" He misunderstood, thinking that Tang San would be afraid.

Tang San said, "Control-type Soul Masters are quite special. In a one-on-one situation, they have a significant advantage. Fatty, if we encounter him, you'll handle ranged attacks and harassment, while Dai Mubai and I will engage him head-on. Xiao Ao will provide support. He's definitely no match for us. Unlike offensive types, control-type Soul Masters will inevitably lose if they can't control all of us. If I'm not mistaken, his Martial Soul is naturally countered by fire; otherwise, your Evil Fire wouldn't be completely ineffective. When we fight, I'll counter-control him. Although my Soul Power isn't as strong as his, I can at least harass him so he can't control our people. A control-type Soul Master's close-combat ability is completely incapable of blocking your attacks. Even if he's level 40, it's the same."

(End of this chapter)