Chapter 55: Uchiha Zong vs. Dai Mubai

Chapter 55: Uchiha Zong vs. Dai Mubai

[Soul Duel Match No. 138: "Evil-Eyed White Tiger" vs. "Uchiha Zong". Will contestants "Evil-Eyed White Tiger" and "Uchiha Zong" please proceed to Soul Duel Arena No. 7. Repeat—contestants "Evil-Eyed White Tiger" and "Uchiha Zong", proceed to Arena No. 7.]

"Boss Dai, it's your turn," Ma Hongjun reminded. Among the Shrek group, he and Oscar were the ones closest to Dai Mubai, having spent a long time together. Seeing Dai Mubai in a foul mood, he guessed the man had likely suffered a setback with Zhu Zhuqing.

"Yeah. Fatty, Xiao Ao—about earlier, I was impulsive. I'm sorry." Dai Mubai waved his hand. Now that he had calmed down, he realized he truly had acted rashly—taking out his frustrations from Zhu Zhuqing on his friends. It was uncalled for.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar didn't take it to heart. Dai Mubai might be a flirt, but he was a loyal friend.

Oscar shook his head and said, "It's nothing. Good luck, Boss Dai."

Ma Hongjun grinned mischievously. "This Grandpa Fatty forgives you—just introduce me to a couple of girls later."

"Scram." Dai Mubai laughed and cursed as he walked toward the Soul Duel Arena.

Shortly after Dai Mubai left, Zhu Zhuqing returned.

Her expression remained icy. She scanned the group but didn't see Dai Mubai. Inwardly she thought, Looks like he's already gone over. Then she sat beside Ning Rongrong.

Seeing her return, Ning Rongrong smiled. "Zhuqing, you're back! Just now I saw you get hurt in your duel—are you okay now? Want Oscar to whip up a couple of recovery sausages?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head. The frost on her face softened slightly. She replied calmly, "I'm fine now, Rongrong. I happened to run into a friend nearby—he had a healing-type Soul Master and already helped treat me."

"A friend?" Ning Rongrong's face lit up with a teasing smile. So this friend isn't ordinary—showing up the moment Zhuqing got hurt, and bringing healing help too?

Leaning over, Ning Rongrong whispered in her ear, "Is it that mysterious boyfriend of yours?"

"Boy—boyfriend?" Zhu Zhuqing's body jolted. The cold expression vanished, her face burning with heat. A faint blush spread across her cheeks—and even her neck was tinged pink. Fortunately, the lighting in the spectator stands wasn't very good, or she might have died from embarrassment.

Others couldn't see clearly, but Ning Rongrong was right next to her—how could she not notice? Giggling, she said, "Wow! Still denying it? Zhuqing, look how red your face is."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong pulled out a mirror from her storage soul tool—the one she used for daily makeup.

Seeing herself, Zhu Zhuqing's blush deepened. Flustered, she denied it quickly, "No—I don't—I really don't."

"Still won't admit it? Then take this—my tickling technique!"

"Ah—stop it, Rongrong!"

The playful scuffle between the two girls immediately drew the attention of many onlookers. For a moment, even the Soul Duel match itself was forgotten. Had Meng Yiran not reminded them, the two might've caused quite a scene.

Down in the lower seats, Oscar and Ma Hongjun were also drawn by the ruckus. When the commotion ended, they both felt a slight pang of regret—such sights were rare indeed.

Ma Hongjun chuckled and asked, "Zhuqing, Boss Dai went looking for you not long ago. When he came back, he looked pissed. Did you two argue again?"

Zhu Zhuqing shot Ma Hongjun a glare. Her expression turned icy once more—chilling to the bone. Everyone nearby instinctively shivered.

She spoke coldly: "I didn't see that man, and I have nothing to do with him. Whether he's angry or not is none of my concern. Also, if anyone dares joke about this again, don't bother saying you know me."

This time, Zhu Zhuqing was truly angry. In the past, she didn't care what others said. But now that she had Zuzong, if anyone still spread rumors, it would be an insult to her boyfriend.

Hearing her words, cold sweat broke out on Ma Hongjun's forehead. "Slip of the tongue! Slip of the tongue—please don't take it to heart."

He thought to himself: So Zhuqing can be this terrifying? No wonder Boss Dai still can't win her over.

Oscar, standing beside him, silently nodded in full agreement.

Ning Rongrong cast a flat look at the lecherous fatty, cursing Ma Hongjun an idiot in her heart. Always messing around with matchmaking, and now he got burned—serves him right.

"Look! Boss Dai is entering the arena!" Oscar pointed ahead. At critical moments, he was more tactful than Ma Hongjun. Noticing that Zhu Zhuqing was unhappy, he quickly changed the topic, thinking, If Boss Dai wins this match, maybe Zhuqing will start to see him differently.

Everyone turned their attention to the Soul Duel Arena—everyone except Tang San.

From the beginning, Tang San's gaze never left the stage. Even Zhu Zhuqing's return hadn't distracted him. His eyes remained locked on the one person who made him grit his teeth—someone he constantly dreamed of beating up: Zuzong.

In Arena 7, Dai Mubai walked slowly up the steps, his steps heavy as he ascended the platform.

"Well, you finally showed up." A crisp male voice rang out.

There stood a young man in a black combat uniform and a red fox mask. His figure was tall and slender, with a beautiful mane of blue-silver hair. It was none other than Zuzong.

This unique hair color and build were unmistakable. Dai Mubai's expression instantly turned ice-cold. A murderous glint flickered between his brows as he spoke coldly, "Didn't expect you to be my opponent. What a small world."

Sensing the killing intent from Dai Mubai, Zuzong blinked in surprise.

Seriously? He recognized me? I even changed clothes and put on a mask! I was trying to hide my handsome face! What a disaster...

Also—Zhuqing already told this Evil-Eyed White Tiger about our relationship? Ah, my little kitten, couldn't you have given me a heads-up first? I wasn't ready for this!

Shifting his gaze, Zuzong narrowed his eyes as he looked at Dai Mubai.

This guy really needs a lesson. He dared make a move on my little kitten. The Soul Arena rules say you can't kill, but they don't say anything about beating someone senseless. Whether he walks away with all three legs intact will depend on his luck.

In the center of the stage stood a middle-aged man in a tailcoat.

He cleared his throat and announced in a loud voice, "Up next is the 138th one-on-one Soul Duel of the month here at Arena 7. Today's duel features two Soul Elders: the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, with his beast martial soul White Tiger, against the four-match winner Uchiha Zong, who possesses the tool martial soul 'Blue Silver Grass.'"

"Will Uchiha Zong extend his glorious win streak to five, or will the powerful beast martial soul of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger claim victory? Let's find out! Now, let's welcome both Soul Elders to the stage!"

The audience erupted into cheers. Countless voices shouted the names of both Uchiha Zong and the Evil-Eyed White Tiger.

The White Tiger's beast martial soul naturally gave him formidable strength, but Zuzong had proven himself no less exceptional. In both one-on-one and two-on-two matches these past few days, he had maintained an unbroken streak of victories. The anticipation for this duel was intense.

(End of Chapter)

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