Chapter 303
What truly defines a Soul Master!
Oily meat juices dripped down his chin as Ma Hongjun tore off a large piece of dried rock lamb leg meat, puffed out his cheeks, and chewed hard, muttering indistinctly.
"Mmm...smells good! It's just a bit too chewy..."
His small eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, lingered on the nearly empty plate of braised lizard meat on the table, as if it were some rare treasure.
But seeing that everyone else had stood up, the fat man reluctantly and slowly moved his heavy bottom off his seat, making a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and forced down the last big mouthful of meat, choking so hard that his eyes rolled back.
He looked back repeatedly at the mess of food on the table, his face filled with the heartache of "wasting such a precious resource," as if he were leaving not the battlefield, but the dining table that was his lifeblood.
"Hey, I haven't had my fill yet..."
He muttered something, finally standing still beside Dai Mubai, forming a pincer movement with Tang San on either side.
As soon as that massive body stood still, a fierce aura mixed with the smell of meat and sweat spread out.
He twisted his thick neck, and his fat hands squeezed each other hard, the short, thick knuckles making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, like popping beans, with a brute force.
He licked his shiny lips, his small eyes flashing with a fierce light as he stared intently at the person opposite him, as if he were looking at five pieces of moving roast meat—except that this "roast meat" was a bit tough and needed to be dealt with first.
Tang San walked back to greet Xiao Wu, exchanged a knowing glance with her, and silently took her place, standing steadily on the other side of Dai Mubai.
He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his expression calm and undisturbed. Only in the depths of his deep eyes did a purple aura quietly flow, like an undercurrent lurking beneath a deep pool, as he calmly analyzed the martial spirits, positions, and soul power fluctuations of the five people opposite him.
His aura was restrained, yet he possessed a calm and imposing presence, like a pillar stabilizing the sea, instantly making the Shrek Academy's three-person formation impenetrable.
Three boys with an average age of only twelve or thirteen faced off against five advanced soul master academy youths who were seventeen or eighteen years old and had already revealed their martial soul rings.
In terms of numbers, age, and physique, Shrek's side appeared exceptionally thin and immature, like a small boat facing a raging storm.
However, is the disparity in strength really as vast as it appears on the surface?
The five youths from Canghui Academy were now burning with rage and filled with shame and indignation!
To have two of your companions taken down in an instant by a little girl is an absolute disgrace!
As students of an advanced soul master academy, they are usually respected figures in places like Xingluo Town. They have never suffered such humiliation before.
These greenhorns on the other side dare to be so arrogant!
"Cripple them!"
"You fool who doesn't know what's good for him!"
"Show your martial spirit! Let them see the power of Canghui!"
Amidst the five people's roars, their soul power erupted without reservation!
Various colored lights instantly shone on them, and spirit rings appeared at their feet at the same time.
One white, one yellow.
One white, one yellow.
All of them!
Without exception, all five people had two spirit rings under their feet: one white, symbolizing a ten-year spirit ring, and the other yellow, symbolizing a hundred-year spirit ring.
The white rings were dim, and the yellow rings weren't particularly bright either, indicating that the quality and age of their soul rings were quite ordinary.
Deer, sheep, horse, spear, fork... This combination exudes the rustic charm of a rural brawl, creating a wonderful irony against the bright and shiny moon-white soul master's robe.
"Pfft!"
Upon seeing the spirit rings and martial spirit revealed by the other party, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but burst out laughing, almost spraying bits of meat from his mouth onto Dai Mubai.
He pointed at the guy with ram's horns and laughed so hard his fat jiggled.
"Hahaha! Boss Dai! Tang San! Look! Sheep! Hahaha! And horses! Is this some kind of sheep farm? Does Canghui Academy teach people how to herd sheep or drive carts? An advanced Soul Master academy? Is that all?"
Although Tang San didn't laugh out loud, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
The Purple Demon Eye clearly "saw" that the energy fluctuations contained in the opponent's soul rings were weak, and the martial soul itself was even more unremarkable, and could even be described as quite mediocre.
With this kind of setup, if placed in Shrek Academy, they probably wouldn't even pass the first hurdle of the entrance exam.
Dai Mubai's disdain reached its peak, and the golden vertical pupils in his evil eyes almost shot out a real mocking light.
He crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and looked down at the five people opposite him with a condescending gaze, as if looking at insects crawling in a garbage dump. His voice was not loud, but it clearly carried throughout the now silent restaurant. Every word was like a poisoned needle, piercing the hearts of the Canghui students.
"Ha! These are the so-called top students from the Advanced Soul Master Academy on the border of the Heaven Dou Empire? This is truly an eye-opener!"
He deliberately emphasized the words "advanced" and "highly educated," his tone almost overflowing with sarcasm.
"Spirit rings? One white and one yellow? And the lowest grade kind at that? Ten-year spirit rings? Did your teacher take you to the back mountain to catch rabbits to make up the numbers? You dare to show off these trash spirit rings and embarrass yourselves? Martial Soul? Deer? Sheep? Horse? Spear? Trident? Tsk tsk tsk..."
Dai Mubai shook his head, his expression as if he had seen something extremely disgusting.
"I, Dai Mubai, have lived this long and seen plenty of useless people, but someone like you, bearing the name of an advanced soul master academy, wielding a martial soul that even a rural militia would find shabby, and daring to come out and swagger around with ten-year soul rings... this is truly the first of its kind!"
"Do the teachers at Canghui Academy have skin made of city walls? How can they have the nerve to go out in public after producing such trash as you?"
These words were piercing to the heart!
The five students from Canghui Academy, including the two who had just gotten up, and the teacher behind them whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, were all trembling with anger!
Dai Mubai not only denied their strength, but also belittled their proud academy background and martial spirit to nothing!
This is a hundred times worse than just beating them up!
"you wanna die!"
The young man with deer antlers had bloodshot eyes, his spear pointed directly at Dai Mubai, as if he wanted to pounce on him and stab him through.
"Brothers, stop wasting time talking to them! Kill these arrogant brats!"
The young man wielding the trident roared, his yellow spirit ring flashing, as if he was about to unleash a spirit skill.
However, Dai Mubai ignored their anger and threats.
A cold and arrogant smile curved his lips, a disdain born from his very bones, an absolute confidence in his own strength.
He slightly turned his head, looked at Tang San and Ma Hongjun beside him, and said in a casual tone that seemed to say, "Let's open the eyes of this country bumpkin":
"It's a waste of breath to talk nonsense with this kind of trash. Brothers, activate your spirit rings and show these frogs in a well what a real spirit master is!" (End of Chapter)