"Teacher Zhao, me! Me!"
The moment he saw Meng Yiran, Ma Hongjun's eyes practically turned into spinning suns. He couldn't resist the thought of getting up close to her—maybe even sneaking in a little advantage.
Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless.
Oscar's earlier words had stung her. She was only level twenty-seven—too weak to really help anyone.
"Alright then, you go," Zhao Wuji said after a brief thought, his tone serious. "Take this seriously. This is about Little Ao's spirit ring."
"Don't worry, Teacher Zhao! Fatty here is sure to win!"
Ma Hongjun patted his chest confidently.
Sister Chao Tianxiang called out impatiently, "Brother Zhao, are you ready or not?"
"All ready, Sister Chao."
Zhao Wuji pushed Ma Hongjun forward.
"Come on, Fatty! You have to win!" Oscar called out encouragingly.
Dai Mubai snorted coldly. "Hmph! If you lose, I'll make sure you regret it."
"Hehe, don't worry. If I lose, you can deal with me however you like."
Grinning in that familiar sleazy way, Ma Hongjun swaggered into the arena.
"You lying scoundrel, what are you plotting now?"
Ning Rongrong stepped out, kicked Ye Qiu lightly on the leg, and glared at him with a faintly resentful look. Her voice was soft but full of complaint—These people didn't even bother to ask if I agreed.
So rude.
"Thanks for the effort," Ye Qiu said calmly, shrugging.
"Rongrong, sorry to trouble you," Oscar added with an awkward smile, full of pleading.
Ning Rongrong snorted inwardly.Sure enough, you only care about whoever feeds you. You didn't speak up for me that night.
She said nothing, but raised her hands.
A small, crystal-clear, rainbow-colored pagoda appeared above her palms as two yellow spirit rings rose beneath her feet.
"This is the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
Chao Tianxiang was first shocked—then furious.
"You wretch!"
When she saw the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, the wrinkles on her face seemed to double.
She had thought the match was already in her favor, but never expected… her opponent had prepared such a surprise!
Her face darkened. "Brother Zhao, you owe me an explanation!"
Zhao Wuji was secretly delighted but kept a troubled smile.
"Haha, Sister Chao, I really can't help it."
He scratched his head, looking awkward.
"These kids—only three of them are battle-type soul masters. One is a level-thirty control-type, and the other two are level twenty-seven. If you think it's unfair… we can still change."
"You—!"
Chao Tianxiang was so angry she nearly cracked a few teeth.
But rage aside, she couldn't do anything about it.
As an experienced veteran, she knew that duels favored control-type soul masters—she wouldn't take that risk.
She truly couldn't understand—how did this infamous Unmovable King end up leading such monstrous students? Among them were not just Soul Elders, but even someone with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!
Her eyes grew heavier.The outcome of this duel was suddenly far less certain.
"Grandmother, don't worry," said Meng Yiran, her tone full of confidence. "I'll definitely beat that perverted fat pig!"
Holding her two-meter-long snake-headed staff, she pointed it toward Ma Hongjun, sizing him up with sharp eyes.
She was already fuming over the stolen spirit beast, and now the sight of Ma Hongjun swallowing nervously only made her angrier. She didn't care about anything else—she just wanted to teach this shameless idiot a painful lesson!
"Hehe… Sister, we'll see who wins in the end," Ma Hongjun chuckled, his hands resting somewhere between his waist and backside. His eyes gleamed as he eyed her curves, grinning wickedly.
In his head, he was already scheming—How can I win… and maybe cop a feel at the same time?
Oscar, watching the lovestruck fool, felt uneasy. Even with Ning Rongrong's boost, he wasn't confident.
"Don't worry, Little Ao," Dai Mubai said, patting his shoulder. "Fatty wouldn't dare lose."
At this point, Oscar could only trust his friend.
Chao Tianxiang sighed inwardly.
If her husband hadn't split up from them to chase another spirit beast, they wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
Winning would be great—but if her granddaughter lost, she couldn't bear to see her hurt.
So she called out, "Yiran, know your limits."
Meng Yiran nodded.
Facing Ma Hongjun, she declared coldly,"Meng Yiran—Martial Soul: Snake Staff. Level thirty, two-ring Battle Soul Master."
"Hehe, Miss, I'm Ma Hongjun—Martial Soul: Evil Fire Phoenix. Level twenty-seven, two-ring Battle Soul Master."
Phoenix?!Meng Yiran's eyes narrowed as she examined his spirit form.
Where's the phoenix?He looked more like a plucked, diseased chicken!
Her silver teeth clenched tight.This disgusting pig actually dared to make fun of her?Outrageous!
As the introductions ended, everyone else slowly stepped back, leaving room for the duel.
A breeze rustled through the forest. Leaves whispered, and sunlight filtered through the canopy.
"Begin the duel!"
Zhao Wuji's voice boomed across the clearing.
Ning Rongrong acted instantly.
"The Seven Treasures are famous—First, Strength! Second, Speed!"
Two streams of light shot toward Ma Hongjun.
At the same time, Meng Yiran's figure blurred as she lunged forward. The snake staff in her hands swung straight for Ma Hongjun's head.
"Cursed chicken! How dare you mock me!"
"Take this!"
As Ning Rongrong's enhancements landed, Ma Hongjun instantly felt lighter and stronger.
But Meng Yiran's insult struck a nerve—Chicken was his forbidden word!
Call me chicken, fine. But "cursed chicken"? That's going too far!
Unforgivable!
Seeing the snake staff about to land, Ma Hongjun—now faster thanks to the boost—slid back swiftly, his layers of fat trembling with the motion.
"Hmph! How dare you insult the noble phoenix! Fatty won't let you off!"
"Pfft!"
Not far away, Dai Mubai and the others couldn't help but laugh.
It was the first time anyone had ever called Ma Hongjun a cursed chicken.
Ye Qiu, still with Xiao Wu in his arms, watched the fight while secretly using thermal detection to scan the forest depths—waiting for the big one to show up.
Oscar, meanwhile, was relieved.Angering Ma Hongjun would make him fight seriously. He had been worried Fatty would get distracted by beauty.
Tang San's eyes glowed faintly purple. Observing Ma Hongjun's state, he thought—It'll be hard for him to lose now.
Still, a faint disappointment lingered in Tang San's heart.
It seemed Zhao Wuji didn't think much of him. If his martial soul were stronger, perhaps he would've been chosen instead.
But then again, since joining Shrek Academy, he hadn't really shown his true strength. Only his Blue Silver Grass.
Being underestimated was natural.
On the battlefield—
Ma Hongjun's body flared with heat as he activated his second spirit skill: Bathing in Fire Phoenix, increasing his flame's temperature by thirty percent.
Then, he unleashed his attack—Phoenix Fire Line!
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