"Ma Hongjun, what exactly happened?"
Tang San saw Ma Hongjun in this state—rolling on the ground like a wild boar, completely losing his rationality, his body twitching and thrashing.
No matter how Tang San asked, Ma Hongjun couldn't hear him.
Ma Hongjun had completely collapsed. No one knew what he had experienced in the dream with the four Zhao Wujis.
It was a nightmare he could never forget. The four Zhao Wujis had taught him a brutal lesson—his thighs were cramping.
"Ma Hongjun, calm down."
Seeing that Ma Hongjun didn't respond and only cried harder, a hint of annoyance flashed in Tang San's eyes. What could possibly be more terrifying than this?
Could it be worse than what he had experienced in his previous life during the Shinian dream?
After all, in his previous life, he had overcome countless difficulties and used the King of Hell talisman to kill Shinian. He didn't believe that a clueless fat guy could have gone through something so terrifying in a nightmare.
Impatiently, he kicked Ma Hongjun directly. A chunk of fat hit the wall, finally stopping the rolling and thrashing.
"No! You don't understand!"
Ma Hongjun lay on the ground, completely desolate, tears streaming from his little green-bean-shaped eyes. His teammates had no idea what he had endured.
And he didn't want to say. It was too embarrassing—he feared it would be remembered forever.
"Alright, fatty, get up. We still have a match to play."
Dai Mubai looked at the dejected Ma Hongjun, pulled him up, patted his shoulder, and said, "I'll treat you to a meal later."
Then he glanced at the slightly angry Tang San, further reassuring Ma Hongjun. After all, they were like eunuch brothers.
Ma Hongjun had been Dai Mubai's right-hand man in becoming the Asura God. As for Tang San wanting to become his subordinate later, he wouldn't mind helping.
If not, there was nothing he could do.
Currently, Tang San, though strong, hadn't fully grown yet. Before going to the City of Slaughter, they still had to finish the match.
And in the match, they would inevitably meet Davis's Xingluo Team. Defeating Davis would earn them support from the court.
Then stopping a small Soul Master would be effortless.
Entering the City of Slaughter first, relying on his Soul King strength and a few Zhuge Crossbows before leaving, a hundred consecutive victories would not be difficult.
When Tang San rushed over later, the Asura God's legacy would already be taken by him. Tang San would have no choice but to quietly go to the Sea God Island to train.
He would then forever be Dai the Great.
"All right, but Dai the Great, I feel weak all over now. I probably can't play the match. I'll leave it to you guys."
Ma Hongjun was pulled to his feet by Dai Mubai. Whether from muscle memory or not, he felt a lingering pain in his back.
Today, he could only lie in bed.
Tang San was unhappy and suspicious. "You were only in a hallucination. Your body wasn't injured. How can it hurt?"
To Tang San, Ma Hongjun was being lazy, trying to shirk responsibility.
The moment he spoke, the atmosphere turned cold. Others hurried to smooth things over.
"Haha, Tang San, with a Soul Emperor like you here, it doesn't matter whether the fatty participates or not."
Dai Mubai also spoke amicably, knowing that before obtaining the Asura God position, he couldn't afford to offend Tang San. Pleasing him was necessary.
"Yes, with Tang San here, even without the fatty, the outcome remains the same."
Around them, Yu Tianheng also tried to excuse Ma Hongjun.
Feng Xiaotian, however, stood coldly behind Tang San, like a real dog, not noticing the situation.
"Forget it, let's go back first."
Tang San's expression was sour, but he still needed to participate. He had to tolerate it for now.
This life, Ma Hongjun would obediently stay with Bai Chenxiang in the lower realm—a person good for nothing.
Zhao Wuji said nothing, not understanding all the twists, just standing behind the team.
The result was disastrous.
Dai Mubai, helping the exhausted Ma Hongjun back, suddenly saw Zhao Wuji's muscular figure.
And those familiar eyes triggered an immediate response in Ma Hongjun. He broke free from Dai Mubai's hold.
His legs no longer cramped, his waist didn't ache, and he wasn't short of breath. Only a faint pain remained in his back.
He flung his fat around and bolted. Seeing Zhao Wuji now triggered traumatic memories.
He had developed a condition where seeing Zhao Wujis caused an immediate reaction.
"What's going on with the fatty?"
Dai Mubai was dumbfounded by Ma Hongjun's sudden change. Was this the same weak fatty from earlier?How could he run like he was facing a mortal enemy?
"I'll go check on the fatty."
Dai Mubai said and immediately ran after Ma Hongjun.
"Let's go back and play the match."
Tang San glanced at the direction Dai Mubai ran. Though unhappy, he forced a smile to maintain his image and spoke to the others.
As they said, a Soul Sect and a Soul King's absence wouldn't matter much. With him, the Soul Emperor, victory was guaranteed.
...
At the Dou Soul Arena.
"The match is about to begin. Why hasn't Shrek Academy's team appeared?"
The referee checked the time and said, "If the Shrek Team doesn't appear within three minutes, they will be judged as losing."
Upon hearing this, Zi Xing Academy was thrilled. They had lost hope for victory, but now Shrek Academy didn't show up, reigniting their hope.
They were ranked 13th. Losing this round could drop them to 15th and lose the chance to advance.
Shrek Academy's absence initially disheartened them, but now there was hope. They certainly wished Shrek Academy wouldn't show.
Minutes passed, leaving only one minute.
Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong could no longer wait.
Yu Xiaogang arrived at the arena and shouted at the referee and announcer: "Please wait a bit longer for our team. We will be back soon."
The announcer glanced coldly at him and firmly said: "There is a 30-minute waiting period before the match. That's enough for any Soul Master in Tian Dou City to arrive.
Your team hasn't appeared. We cannot delay the match for one team, affecting the schedule of other teams."
Then he announced: "Request for extra time denied. The Shrek Team failed to arrive on time. This match is forfeited. Zi Xing Team wins!"
Without a match, Zi Xing Academy gained victory. The audience's excitement faded, and they dispersed, waiting for the next match.
Zi Xing Academy didn't care—they had risen four ranks with this victory, stabilizing their position.
Meanwhile, the Shrek Seven, arriving late at the arena gate, heard the referee's booming voice: "The winner of this match is Zi Xing Academy!"
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