"Pfft!"
Accompanied by a bone-grating sound, a sharp claw slashed across Ma Hongjun's chest, sending blood splattering everywhere!
"Ah!!"
"Dai Mubai, you son of a bitch! Why the hell did you eat Xiao Ao's defective sausage in a two-person Soul Arena Battle?"
Suffering such a severe blow, especially from his own teammate, Ma Hongjun was enraged and immediately began cursing.
However, Dai Mubai ignored him completely and launched another attack.
Seeing this, the referee and the audience were dumbfounded. How could they be fighting their own people so fiercely?
Just as the referee was about to intervene and stop the match, Tang San made his move.
In the next instant, more than a dozen thick vines of Blue Silver Grass burst out from behind Dai Mubai. They quickly wrapped around his limbs and torso, instantly crystallizing and immobilizing him completely.
"Is that all?"
With a cold laugh, Tang San manipulated the Blue Silver Grass and tossed the struggling Dai Mubai off the stage.
Even after being thrown from the arena, Dai Mubai remained irrational. With bloodshot eyes, he charged toward the audience, causing chaos.
Fortunately, the arena manager reacted quickly, immediately dispatching two Soul Masters to subdue him.
Facing the still-unresponsive Dai Mubai, the two Soul Masters exchanged a glance before striking decisively, delivering several heavy punches to his head.
Under the repeated blows, Dai Mubai coughed up blood, his head lolling to the side as he lost consciousness.
"What exactly did this guy eat? The side effects are severe."
Watching the scene, Tang San's eyes flashed with curiosity. It didn't look like a standard berserk state; it looked more like poisoning.
Perhaps his fourth Soul Skill could neutralize the side effects, but unfortunately, they weren't teammates, and it wasn't his responsibility.
At that moment, Xiao Wu skipped over, hugging Tang San's arm with both hands and grinning. "Brother, you were amazing!"
"This time... I've avenged you."
Tang San's lips curled into a gentle smile. He felt much better after dealing with those two.
Compared to three months ago, they hadn't improved much in terms of strength.
Only that strange sausage had a special amplification effect, but since it didn't distinguish between friend and foe after consumption, its utility was low. At best, it could serve as a desperate, life-saving trump card.
Meanwhile, Flender and Zhao Wuji had left the Viscount's territory and returned to their dilapidated office.
As soon as they entered, they saw Yu Xiaogang kneeling on the ground, pleading humbly, while Lin Mu remained unmoved.
Seeing his good brother in such a state, Flender felt a mix of complicated emotions.
'If Erlong saw this, would she still look at Xiaogang the same way?'
Flender took a deep breath, suppressed his thoughts, and quickly stepped forward, respectfully handing several black cards and a storage soul tool to Lin Mu.
"Your Majesty, here are 120,000 Gold Soul Coins. Please consider the extra 20,000 as interest."
Flender forced a fawning smile, his posture extremely humble.
After all, this was money he had saved, and although he was reluctant to part with it, it was necessary to appease Lin Mu's anger.
Zhao Wuji, standing to the side, hunched slightly. His eyes darted away, not daring to meet Lin Mu's gaze.
After a moment, he suppressed his fear and spoke respectfully, "Your Majesty, consider this an apology. Please accept it."
In his eyes, the 20,000 Gold Soul Coins weren't the issue; as long as they could appease this terrifying figure, it was enough.
Lin Mu took the black cards and the soul tool. A quick check revealed that the soul tool alone contained over 50,000 Gold Soul Coins. Combined with the black cards, the amount was correct.
Faced with absolute strength, even a shrewd businessman like Flender wouldn't dare try to fool him with fakes.
"They actually managed to gather all the money. It seems I underestimated the wealth of a Soul Saint."
Although Lin Mu was slightly surprised, he didn't dwell on it. Soul Saints were among the top experts on the continent; accumulating tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins over half a lifetime wasn't impossible.
"Since the money is in the account, Gangzi is yours."
Lin Mu stowed the items away and kicked the kneeling Yu Xiaogang toward Flender.
Then, he turned to leave with Ye Lingling.
Just as Lin Mu was about to step out of the office, Yu Xiaogang suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of stubbornness.
"Wait!"
Hearing this, Lin Mu paused, raised an eyebrow, and turned back in surprise.
Yu Xiaogang stood up, dusted himself off, and, ignoring his disheveled appearance, strode toward Lin Mu with his head held high.
Having paid off his debts, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders, and his previously dim eyes shone brightly once more.
Seeing his confident demeanor, Lin Mu was momentarily taken aback.
'Is this guy an unkillable cockroach?'
Despite suffering so many setbacks, he still had the courage to start anew. Did Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong actually fall for this kind of mysterious confidence?
Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was still being persistent, Flender and Zhao Wuji were dumbfounded.
Flender grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arm and growled, "Xiaogang, the debt is paid! What are you doing?!"
However, Yu Xiaogang ignored the warning. Staring intently at Lin Mu, he shouted, "Lin Mu, I want to bet with you again!"
These words stunned not only Lin Mu but also Ye Lingling, who couldn't help but blink her beautiful eyes in disbelief.
'Is this guy out of his mind?!'
Flender was so angry he almost vomited blood. He had finally managed to pay up and avoid further trouble, and now this scumbag brother was trying to jump back into the fire.
Zhao Wuji was equally furious. If it weren't for Flender, he would have definitely given the guy a beating.
'Does he think money grows on trees?'
Yu Xiaogang completely ignored them. With his hands behind his back, he struck a confident pose, as if to say, 'I'm sure I'll win this time.'
"Gangzi, what else do you want to bet on? Tell me."
Lin Mu showed an intrigued expression. Since this guy insisted on coming to him, there was no reason to refuse the entertainment.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I've already taken on one disciple, and I won't try to take your disciple's place again. His martial soul is far superior to Blue Silver Grass."
"Let's bet on whose disciple is stronger in the next Soul Master Competition. As for the wager, it's still 100,000 Gold Soul Coins!"
He paused, and seemingly feeling it wasn't safe enough, quickly added, "However, your disciple can only use the Blue Silver Grass martial soul. If he uses other methods, you lose!"
Although he guessed Tang San had twin martial souls, he didn't know what the second one was. To be safe, he had to prohibit its use.
With just the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San was definitely no match for Ma Hongjun.
Blue Silver Grass is the weakest plant-type martial soul and is naturally countered by fire-attribute martial souls. Meanwhile, Ma Hongjun possessed the Fire Phoenix, the strongest fire-attribute martial soul, which would completely overwhelm the Blue Silver Grass.