Zuzong vs. Dai Mubai

[The 138th Soul Battle Match: "Evil-Eyed White Tiger" vs. "Uchiha Zong." Both contestants, Evil-Eyed White Tiger and Zuzong, please proceed to Battle Arena No. 7 for the match. Evil-Eyed White Tiger and Zuzong, please proceed to Battle Arena No. 7.]

"Boss Dai, it's your turn to go" Ma Hongjun reminded him. Among the Shrek team, Ma Hongjun and Oscar had the closest relationship with Dai Mubai, as they spent the most time together. Right now, Dai Mubai was in a bad mood, likely because he had been upset by Zhu Zhuqing.

"Mm. Fatty, Little Ao, I was impulsive earlier, sorry about that," Dai Mubai waved them off. After calming down, he realized his behavior had been rash, taking his frustration from Zhu Zhuqing out on his companions, which was definitely not right.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar didn't take it to heart; while Dai Mubai had a bit of a flirtatious nature, he was still a good friend to them.

Oscar shook his head, "No worries, boss, good luck."

Ma Hongjun, with a mischievous grin, added, "Fatty here forgives you. Just introduce me to a couple of girls later and we'll be square."

"Get lost," Dai Mubai scolded with a smile, making his way toward the battle arena.

Not long after Dai Mubai left, Zhu Zhuqing returned. Her expression was still cold as she glanced around, not seeing Dai Mubai. She thought to herself, "Looks like he's already gone," and sat down beside Ning Rongrong.

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing return, Ning Rongrong smiled, "Zhuqing, you're back. I noticed you seemed to get hurt during the last battle. Are you okay? Want Oscar to get you a couple of his recovery sausages?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, her cold demeanor slightly softening. "I'm fine now, Rongrong. I met a friend who has a healing spirit master with them, and they treated me."

"A friend?" Ning Rongrong smiled knowingly. "It seems like this friend of yours is something special, showing up right away to take care of you when you got hurt."

Ning Rongrong leaned in closer and whispered into Zhu Zhuqing's ear, "Is it that mysterious boyfriend?"

"Boy… boyfriend?" Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled, her coldness dissipating as her face flushed. Compared to before, her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, even extending to her neck. Luckily, the lighting in the audience wasn't too bright, or Zhu Zhuqing would have died of embarrassment.

Though others couldn't see clearly, Ning Rongrong, who was right beside her, noticed everything. "Wow! And you say it's not true? Zhuqing, look how red your face is!"

Ning Rongrong then pulled out a mirror from her storage spirit tool.

Zhu Zhuqing, seeing her reflection, turned even redder and quickly denied it, "No, it's not like that!"

"You still won't admit it? Take this, my tickle attack!"

"Ah, stop it, Rongrong!"

The playful antics between the two girls caught the attention of many around them. For a moment, even the Soul Battle match wasn't the main focus anymore. Fortunately, Meng Yiran intervened before the two made a scene.

Sitting nearby, Oscar and Ma Hongjun were also drawn to the noise. As the girls' teasing ended, they felt a little disappointed. It wasn't every day they got to witness something like this.

Ma Hongjun laughed, "Hey, Zhuqing, just a while ago, Boss Dai went to find you, but he came back in a foul mood. Did you two fight again?"

Zhu Zhuqing shot Ma Hongjun a cold glare, her face instantly returning to its icy state, so cold it sent shivers down everyone's spine.

Zhu Zhuqing spoke frostily, "I haven't seen that man, and I have nothing to do with him. Whether he's angry or not is none of my concern. If anyone makes another joke like that, don't ever talk to me again."

This time, Zhu Zhuqing was genuinely angry. In the past, she didn't care what people said. But now that there was Zong in her life, idle gossip was an insult to her boyfriend.

Hearing this, cold sweat dripped down Ma Hongjun's forehead, "It was a slip of the tongue, don't mind it."

He thought to himself, Wow, Zhuqing is scarier than I thought. No wonder Boss Dai can't win her over.

Beside him, Oscar nodded in agreement.

Ning Rongrong glanced disdainfully at the sleazy Fatty and silently cursed him for being a fool. He really had a knack for stirring things up, and this time, he'd hit the wrong nerve. Serves him right.

"Look, Boss Dai is about to start!" Oscar pointed out, quickly changing the subject. He had better timing than Ma Hongjun, noticing Zhu Zhuqing's displeasure and deciding to shift the conversation. If Boss Dai wins this match, maybe Zhuqing's impression of him will improve?

Upon hearing this, everyone except Tang San turned their attention to the battle arena.

As for Tang San, his eyes had never left the battle arena, even when Zhu Zhuqing arrived. His focus was fixed on one person—the one who filled him with resentment, the one he always wanted to beat up: Zuzong.

In Arena No. 7, Dai Mubai walked up the steps, his heavy footsteps echoing as he slowly ascended to the stage.

"Yo, you're finally here?" A clear voice rang out.

A young man dressed in a black combat uniform with a fox mask stood before him. He was tall, with beautiful blue-silver hair—it was Zuzong.

Recognizing that unique hair color and figure, Dai Mubai's face instantly darkened with cold fury, and killing intent flashed in his eyes. "I didn't expect my opponent to be you. What a small world!"

Sensing the murderous intent, Zuzong blinked in surprise.

Seriously? He can recognize me even with my disguise? I changed my clothes and even wore a mask to cover this handsome face! What luck! And Zhuqing already told this tiger about us? Ah, my little kitten should've given me a heads-up—I wasn't ready for this!

His eyes narrowed as he looked at Dai Mubai. This guy really deserves a lesson for daring to pursue my little kitten. The arena rules forbid killing, but there's nothing about not beating someone up! Let's see if his third leg survives this match!

In the center of the stage, a middle-aged man in a tailcoat cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Now, we present the 138th one-on-one Soul Battle match of Arena No. 7! Our contenders today are both Soul Elders. First, we have the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, who wields the beast spirit White Tiger, facing off against the Soul Elder Uchiha Zong, who wields the tool spirit Blue Silver Grass and is currently on a four-match winning streak! Will Uchi Zong continue his glorious victories and achieve five in a row, or will the powerful Evil-Eyed White Tiger take him down? Let's find out! Please welcome both contenders to the stage!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. Many were shouting for Uchiha Zong and Evil-Eyed White Tiger. While Dai Mubai, with his powerful White Tiger spirit, was undeniably strong, Uchiha Zong had also impressed everyone with his flawless performance in both one-on-one and two-on-two matches. The audience eagerly awaited the clash between these two formidable opponents.

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