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"You damn beggar! How dare you ignore me?! Go to hell!"
Ma Hongjun, whose temper was already volatile due to his Evil Fire, was instantly set off by being ignored by a beggar.
In an instant, soul power surged, and his grass-chicken martial soul manifested. His spirit was a mutation, though not entirely a beneficial one. It wielded an Evil Fire, a flame far hotter than normal.
"First Soul Skill—Phoenix Fire Line!"
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, puffing out his chest. Then, with bulging cheeks, he blew with all his might.
A blinding, rose-colored line of fire shot forth like an arrow, carrying scorching heat and a fierce momentum as it rocketed toward Lan Minghua.
Yet, in the face of this overwhelming attack, Lan Minghua simply raised his hand casually—no defense, no panic.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, the Phoenix Fire Line slammed into an invisible, impenetrable barrier. The energy destabilized and scattered violently in all directions.
Lan Minghua could clearly sense that the flame's power could have easily killed an ordinary person.
"If I weren't role-playing as Rotten Life Hua, that attack would have killed me," he thought, the firelight reflecting in his eyes, which grew even more frigid.
"What?! How the hell did a filthy beggar block my first soul skill?!" Ma Hongjun's eyes bulged in disbelief as he let out a furious roar.
"Young man, acting this impulsively is a good way to get your ass kicked," Lan Minghua said lazily. His voice had barely faded when—
Whoosh!
A slipper shot out like a black bolt of lightning. It flew against the path of the Phoenix Fire Line, striking Ma Hongjun's face with thunderous force. The slipper's momentum was so intense it completely annihilated the flame. It was so fast that Ma Hongjun had no time to react.
Smack!
With the force of a battering ram, the slipper struck him square in the face. The sheer impact shattered his nose on the spot. Blood gushed from his nostrils like a fountain.
His feet left the ground as he was launched several meters backward before crashing heavily to the earth. He lay there dazed, his eyes vacant, with the bright red imprint of a slipper branded across his face.
After rebounding, the slipper was guided by some mysterious force, returning perfectly to Lan Minghua's raised foot.
"Fatty! Bastard, what did you just do?!"
Behind Lan Minghua, Dai Mubai—just returned from his own battle—walked in just in time to see this. As Ma Hongjun's senior, he couldn't just stand by and watch his junior get humiliated. Without asking for any reason, he activated his martial spirit and attacked.
"Second Soul Skill—White Tiger Light Wave!"
Cupping his hands at his mouth like a megaphone, he unleashed a milky-white energy wave. It blasted toward Lan Minghua's back with tremendous force. It was a nearly identical type of attack to the Phoenix Fire Line—truly, birds of a feather flock together.
Just as the beam was about to hit, Lan Minghua slowly turned—and vanished. He reappeared almost instantly behind Dai Mubai.
"Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Strike!"
With palms together and index and middle fingers aligned, he thrust toward Dai Mubai's rear with precise, merciless speed.
Dai Mubai felt a sudden chill behind him, but his body couldn't react in time.
"Ahhh!"
He let out a blood-curdling scream, clutching his rear as he shot into the air like a rocket. He crashed beside Ma Hongjun, foaming at the mouth.
Lan Minghua distastefully picked up a handful of dirt to wipe his fingers. Though similar in execution to the "Thousand Years of Death," the Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Strike had an additional, brutal effect: it inflicted lifelong kidney deficiency, a condition no medicine could cure.
For a philanderer like Dai Mubai, this was the ultimate punishment.
Lan Minghua strode toward the fallen duo, ready to give Ma Hongjun a dose of the same treatment.
Ma Hongjun, regaining his senses, saw Dai Mubai beside him, clutching his rear and foaming at the mouth. His mind went blank.
"Boss... Boss Dai, what happened to you?!" No matter how much he shook him, Dai Mubai was unresponsive.
Lan Minghua walked up and looked down at him. "Hey, fatty. Weren't you trying to kill me just now?"
Having witnessed Lan Minghua's power, Ma Hongjun frantically denied it. "Senior, it wasn't my fault! The Evil Fire inside me makes me lose control—I can't help it! Please, be the bigger person and forgive me this once! It was all the Evil Fire! Otherwise, I'd never dare to attack you!"
He shamelessly blamed everything on his spirit, trying to cover for his own aggression. But such a crude trick wasn't going to fool Lan Minghua.
Since Ma Hongjun blamed the Evil Fire, Lan Minghua decided he would graciously help him "solve" the problem. After all, being unable to vent one's fire is the same as having no fire to vent. A twisted grin crept onto Lan Minghua's face, sending a chill down Ma Hongjun's spine.
Realizing he wouldn't be let off easy, Ma Hongjun abandoned Dai Mubai and scrambled to crawl away. But this only gave Lan Minghua the perfect angle.
"Chubby, since the Evil Fire is the problem, I'll be kind enough to help you take care of it."
Hearing this, Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up, genuinely thinking Lan Minghua had a cure. Before he could react, a sharp pain exploded in his backside, shooting straight to his skull.
He clutched his ass, foaming at the mouth. He and Dai Mubai were now brothers in misfortune, united in agony.
Lan Minghua rubbed his fingers under his armpit to get rid of the smell. He stared calmly at the two groaning on the ground. Not taking away their "tools of sin" was already the height of his mercy.
(Dai Mubai & Ma Hongjun in spirit: Mercy? Mercy my ass!)
Though their equipment was intact, it was now purely decorative. Useless. Worse than death. But they had brought this upon themselves. This was their karma.
Lan Minghua tilted his head, sensing someone approaching.
"What in the hell are you two howling about?! Always out messing around, never helping, and now you're causing more trouble?! I'll beat the crap out of you!"
Zhao Wuji stormed out, then froze when he saw the two collapsed on the ground. His expression immediately turned cautious. "Who are you? What business do you have at Shrek?"
His instincts screamed that this person was dangerous. But seeing that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were only unconscious, he held back from attacking.
Lan Minghua recognized him and said coolly, "Me? I'm the one Flender mentioned. Did he not tell you?"
Realization dawned on Zhao Wuji. So this beggar was the expert Flender said was his equal in strength?
"Ah, so you're Huazai! No wonder you're so strong. This is a huge misunderstanding, like the Dragon King's temple being flooded by its own water."
Zhao Wuji wasn't foolish enough to pick a fight for Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's sake. As Vice Dean, he knew their personalities all too well. Instead, he shouted, "Oscar! You've got business!"
No sooner had he spoken than Oscar arrived, pedaling furiously on his tricycle. "Business? Where's the business?!"
Zhao Wuji sighed and smacked him on the head. "Hurry and give Mubai and fatty a big recovery sausage. Them lying there ruins the academy's image. We can't have them delaying our new teacher."
Oscar looked around, puzzled. "New teacher? Who?"
Then his eyes landed on Lan Minghua.
Lan Minghua looked back at him and smiled. "Yo, handsome. We meet again."
(End of Chapter)