Soul Land—Chapter 77: Bu Le and Dai Mubai's First Encounter
On the stage, the match between Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai was nearing its end.
For Zhu Zhuqing, who had changed her development path, as long as the opponent did not immediately notice her position, giving her the chance to succeed, the balance of victory had already tilted toward her side.
Her extremely terrifying single-body explosion was like a long-accumulated volcano. The intensity of her attack at this moment was so great that even a defense-type soul master would find it difficult to remain unscathed under her assault.
As for Dai Mubai, after Zhu Zhuqing broke through the White Tiger Shield Body Barrier, a series of fierce attacks followed.
The claw shadows, with the effect of an eclipse, continuously bombarded Dai Mubai. He felt a burst of pain throughout his body, and his soul and physical strength were rapidly being depleted.
"Puff puff puff—"
Dai Mubai's blood surged within him, and he couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.
A flicker of unwillingness and despair crossed his eyes. "She's four years younger than me, why can she—"
"I admit defeat. Wow—"
Dai Mubai raised his hand high, wanting to concede defeat, but Zhu Zhuqing's relentless attack kept interrupting him again and again.
His body was battered and kept retreating. The severe pain in his chest had made his consciousness gradually blur. His clothes had already been torn, and his front was stained with blood, looking shocking.
Dai Mubai's vision gradually blurred. He felt his strength fading little by little, and he almost had no energy left to stand.
Just then, Zhu Zhuqing's final blow struck Dai Mubai hard. Dai Mubai only felt his vision darken, and his body was thrown away immediately, completely losing consciousness.
In Shrek stands.
"Um, is there anyone who wants to go with me to bring Dai Boss back?" Oscar raised his hand weakly.
Xiao Wu snorted coldly and looked at Tang San, who appeared somewhat moved. "Brother, you are not allowed to go."
Tang San paused and sighed.
Ma Hongjun looked at Dai Mubai's miserable state on the ring, then at Zhu Zhuqing, and his body trembled unconsciously. The memory of being reprimanded by Ling Qianyao and Zhu Zhuqing that day flashed through his mind.
"Well, I won't go. Oscar, come on."
Helpless, Oscar cast his eyes on the last person: Ning Rongrong.
"Why are you looking at me? It's none of my business."
Oscar smiled bitterly and had to grit his teeth and take on this tough task.
"Winner, Hell Star Cat!" the referee's voice rang out, announcing the end of the match. Zhu Zhuqing walked off the ring amid cheers.
Oscar quickly stepped onto the ring and approached Dai Mubai.
"Boss Dai, wake up! No sleeping here!" Oscar called softly, trying to rouse the unconscious Dai Mubai. But Dai Mubai only moved his fingers slightly and did not wake.
Oscar's face grew anxious. He quickly chanted a spell to condense a recovery sausage and tried to stuff it into Dai Mubai's mouth.
However, Dai Mubai's mouth was tightly closed, making it impossible to insert the sausage.
"It can't be stuffed in," Oscar muttered. Dai Mubai was in a critical situation; he needed to recover his soul and physical strength, or the consequences would be disastrous.
So, he gritted his teeth and decided to take some tough measures.
He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, then broke the sausage into pieces and stuffed them into Dai Mubai's mouth.
Next, he pinched Dai Mubai's mouth tightly with both hands to ensure the broken pieces wouldn't fall out.
"Ha—" Oscar inhaled deeply an energy into his Dantian, and his soul power circulated.
"Hu—"
He blew hard, directing the breath into Dai Mubai's throat, carrying the broken sausage pieces downward into his esophagus.
"Ugh—cough cough cough, ug—"
Dai Mubai, initially unconscious, was jolted by this sudden force and trembled. He woke up and instinctively retched.
He coughed violently, curled into a ball as if trying to spit out what had just been forced into him.
"Boss Dai, don't vomit! This is to restore your soul power and physical strength. It would be a waste if you vomit it out!" Oscar shouted anxiously, holding Dai Mubai's mouth with both hands, fearing he'd spit out the recovery sausage.
"Fuck you—"
The strange smell from his mouth made Dai Mubai's eyes blackout, and he fainted again.
Oscar carried him back to the Shrek rest area and waited for him to recover gradually.
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The soul-fighting competition was over.
Ma Hongjun asked in a low voice beside Dai Mubai, who had just woken up not long ago, "Boss Dai, hey, are you going tonight? Take me with you."
Since Dai Mubai was injured today, Ma Hongjun asked, "Can I borrow the twin sisters you said you captured a few days ago?"
Dai Mubai's face was even gloomier. He glared at Ma Hongjun and said hoarsely, with a hint of anger, "I think you're itching for trouble. I haven't even taken care of those twin sisters myself a few times. Do you want to get beaten?"
He clenched his fists. He was injured at the moment, and the only person who came to his side was this chicken, and he wasn't coming to comfort him—he was talking about that kind of thing.
Ma Hongjun chuckled. "Boss Dai, everyone knows your life is different every day. I'm a little tired of my grass nest that costs one silver coin each time. So, take me with you today to see the world."
"In return, how about I carry you back today? Others definitely wouldn't want to. Oscar is weak, and it'd be bad if he fell on you. Help your brother out. The evil fire every day needs to be relieved."
Dai Mubai stretched and felt he was still somewhat weak. After thinking for a moment, he nodded slightly.
Anyway, they had to go to the brothel every day. He glanced at Ma Hongjun, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his face. "Okay, since you want to see it so much, I'll take you once. But remember—those twin sisters are not someone you can touch casually."
Ma Hongjun nodded repeatedly. "I understand, I understand. I won't be a troublemaker. By the way, Dai Boss, are you going to play today? Is it okay?"
Dai Mubai glared. Thinking of how Zhu Zhuqing had pressed him to the ground and humiliated him just now, and also recalling Zhu Zhuqing's kiss to Ling Qianyao before going to the ring, anger and unwillingness surged in his heart again. Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Let's go! Why not? Women are resources for men to enjoy."
Those two bitches are together—what's wrong with me relaxing? Who said you can't farm with low health?
"Let's go, Fatty!"
"Okay, Dai Boss!" Ma Hongjun helped Dai Mubai up.
The two left Shrek's team and headed toward a brothel in Suotuo City.
Others weren't surprised. It was well known that these two went to the brothel every night after a soul-fighting competition, and no one paid much attention.
On the street leading to the brothel, in a dark alley, three figures gathered.
"Bu Le, why did you call us here? Did you see something exquisite and want to share it?" a tall man with narrowed eyes asked.
Next to him stood another man, who was thin and looked even more wretched than Bu Le.
"Hey, brothers, I got a good job. We're not going to that grass nest tonight but to the outside world. There's a masked man called Evil Eye White Tiger in Soul Fighting Arena today."
"We'll see someone coming here later. If we see a strong but weak blond man, we'll go directly."
The thin man E Kao frowned. "Where did this job come from?"
"A masked man whose cultivation and martial souls are hard to see. Who cares? Don't miss the gold soul coins being delivered to your door."
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End of this chapter