"Hmph… These brainless fools don't understand that only victory matters," Yu Xiaogang snorted, fuming. "So what if it was a disgusting match? In the end, it's the winners who gets the last laugh."
His bitter tone made everyone instinctively edge away, keeping their distance from the salty Grandmaster.
As Oscar and Tang San approached, one after the other, the nearby girls instinctively stepped aside, creating a clear path—especially around Tang San. He noticed, his brows drawing together in a faint frown, but he said nothing.
Next up was the duo team of Ning Rongrong and Meng Yiran. They proudly named themselves the "Serpent Pagoda Duo"—a name that sounded formidable… but unfortunately, their performance was anything but. Their combat awareness was so abysmal that the match ended in a swift and embarrassing defeat.
Tang Yin watched from the sidelines with a sigh so deep it could echo through the arena. Deciding enough was enough, he decided to teach them the Mysterious Heaven Record, hoping to improve their self-defense—if only to spare his eyes from watching such tragic displays of teamwork again.
After the match and a short rest, Flender arrived swaggering into the room with a grin stretching from ear to ear. With a dramatic flourish, he tossed a jingling pouch of coins onto the table.
Oscar immediately perked up, eyes sparkling at the sound of coins jingling. "Hehe… looks like the dean made quite a killing tonight! I'd say it's your treat to welcome the new students!"
The deflated Ning rongrong and Meng yiran after their defeat were fully energized, bounced up and down in unison.
"Yeah! Fancy restaurant! Fancy restaurant!"
The smile on Flender's face froze. It slowly melted into a grimace as the girls began chanting and pestering him for a fancy restaurant dinner.
Flender sighed, clutching his bleeding heart. "Fine, fine. I'll treat you all—but first, there's something important you need to hear."
He clasped his hands behind his back and adopted a stern tone."As you all know, reaching Soul Ancestor is a graduation requirement. But that's not all."
He nodded to Yu Xiaogang, who stepped forward like a general.
"In addition," the Grandmaster added, "you must each earn at least a Silver Badge in both solo and team battles. This decision was made according to my suggestion"
Everyone groaned slightly at the mention of team battles—those were notoriously harder. Still, they nodded Like obedient children.
Some muttered curses flew toward Yu Xiaogang's family tree—but discreetly. No one wanted detention and bad karma.
True to his word (and to the dismay of his wallet), Flender treated them all to a lavish dinner that evening. The students dined like royalty while Tang yin quietly mourned for flender's saving .
Flender also silently cursed Oscar's mother a dozen different ways between the bites of expensive duck.
A Few Days Later…
Training resumed at full throttle. Gravity weights, soul arena duels, and strict routines became the norm. Even Ma Hongjun joined in, his flames now more focused than flirtatious.
Every now and then, Oscar would catch a strange glint in the fatty's eyes—a look that could only be described as... seductively unsettling. His spine would stiffen. A cold sweat would break out on his forehead.
"Why is he looking at me like that?" Oscar muttered one day, clutching his tofu like a shield.
No one had an answer. But one thing was certain: Ma Hongjun might've toned down his lust, but apparently not his curiosity.
Well… almost everyone was committed in training.
Dai Mubai had discovered a new "training technique" involving late nights, bad decisions, and brothels that looked like they were legally obligated to keep the lights dim. He returned each morning smelling like regret and cheap perfume.
Then came the real problem: Bu Le.
Tang Yin spotted him in the city one evening—cowboy hat, sleazy grin, and the vibe of someone who should never be near a school zone. In the other world, Bu Le had been a walking HR violation. But Tang Yin had other plans for him now.
"Oh, I remember you," he muttered. "You're just the piece of trash I needed."
An idea bloomed in his mind—a plan worthy of poetic justice.
Using his telepathy, Tang Yin subtly planted suggestions in Bu Le's head.
"You know what would be wild? A guys' night out. Call your old creeper buddies—E Kao and Tian Ya. Head to the cheapest, grimiest brothel you can find. Real budget vibes."
Then, he nudged Ma Hongjun's mind with another telepathic seed.
"Hey, that Dai Mubai guy's been slacking. You should treat him to some... unique entertainment. Just like back in the old days"
The pieces fell into place like a master chess move—only the goal wasn't checkmate, but humiliation.
Soon, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun walked straight into the same bottom-barrel brothel as Bu Le and his friends. Inside, everything was covered in a fine layer of mystery goo, and the staff looked like they'd seen things no one should.
Dai Mubai strutted in like a regular, picked an "experienced" lady, and was about to get comfy when—
"Hey! That's my date!" Bu Le screeched.
"What the hell, old man?!"
Insults flew. Chairs followed. The fight escalated like a tavern brawl straight out of a wuxia comedy. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were outmatched—turns out Bu Le and his buddies were Soul Kings with lots of time and zero shame.
Bu Le and his minions, upon witnessing Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun beaten black and blue—fragile and trembling like damsels in distress—discovered an unexpected kink awakening deep within. It was subtle at first, but undeniable. Bu le preference shifted… from peaches to bananas.
A new kind of "swordfight" began—one that left many onlookers emotionally scarred and spiritually confused. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's butthole took a bizarre, adventurous & unpredictable turn, as that traumatic encounter opened the doors to an entirely different world for both of them.
Outside, Tang Yin with his spiritual awareness, arms folded calmly took back his telepathy.
"Let's see how this ferments," he muttered with a smirk.
The Next Day,
Back at the academy, when Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun limped through the gate the next morning—clutching their buttocks bruised, confused, and emotionally scarred—the others gave them wide-eyed stares.
Tang san blinked. "What happened to you?"
Dai Mubai winced. "Don't… don't ask. Just… don't."
Oscar leaned in with a grin. "Was it spiritual enlightenment… or something deeper?"
DAI mubai and ma hong jun beat the life out of Oscar until Zhao wuji stepped in to save his life asking grimly "what happened?" Both the tiger who had lost his dignity & the fat chicken which had lost its manhood explained their experience while everyone commented with varied reaction.
Zhuqing, rongrong, Meng yiran "deserved"
Tang san, Oscar, "must be painful"
Tang Yin sipped his smoothie. "Must've been a life-changing experience."
And for once, Dai Mubai said nothing.
Because some memories? You just don't revisit.
Zhao Wuji gave the rest of the day off, then marched straight to Flender—he had a score to settle. Bu Le and his gang, Soul Kings no less, had bullied his students, a mere Soul Elder. Martial ethics? Apparently not in their vocabulary.
Unacceptable.
Wuji made sure they would pay with blood. By the end of the day, Bu Le and his crew were effectively erased—from the face of the douluo continent, if not existence.