Chapter 58: Cut off Half of the Little Lecherous Tiger, Dai Mubai Burst into Tears
At this time, Qian Renchuan didn't know the little tricks in Tang San's heart, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. He was just a waste who could only be impotent and furious, fantasizing every day that he was superior.
Currently, Qian Renchuan has just arrived at one of the two famous landscapes in Suo Tuo City—the Rose Hotel.
Although the Rose Hotel was not the largest in Suo Tuo City, it was almost a check-in place for transmigrators. To block Dai Mubai and let him try their fists and feet.
As for why Dai Mubai came to the Rose Hotel, it was probably because the decoration was too flashy. The overall appearance was rose red, and the hotel sign was inlaid with a large rose made of red crystal.
It seemed that this was not a place for serious business. It appeared to be a place mainly responsible for accommodations and small props.
"Open a room for us."
Qian Renchuan was not pretentious. He liked Xiao Wu, and Xiao Wu also liked him. It was mutual affection—what did he need to hide?
"I want the best."
As if recalling something, Qian Renchuan raised his eyebrows and spoke softly. His demeanor was three points similar to his father, Qian Xunfeng. The future is immeasurable.
"Okay, here is your room key."
Seeing Qian Renchuan and the beautiful girl beside him, even the novice waiter could tell the relationship between the two. He immediately handed over the key to the Rose Sea Room.
Just as Qian Renchuan took the room card, a very rude voice sounded from the side.
"Oi, where did you come from, kid? Don't you know this room has been reserved for me?"
As soon as the voice fell, Dai Mubai, with yellow hair, hugged a pair of sisters with both hands and said ostentatiously, glancing at the graceful Xiao Wu.
He was not calm in his heart.
'How come Xiao Wu has such a good figure in this life? Wasn't she like a country girl in my previous life? Tsk tsk tsk—I envy Tang San.'
"And you, the new waiter—don't you know this room has always belonged to me, Dai Mubai?"
Just to highlight his temperament and casually intimidate the waiter who had no soul power, Dai Mubai saw the short golden hair, noble temperament, and face that was more handsome than his own and felt a little ashamed.
'No, Tang San has grown so well in this life—he's more handsome than me. How come his original blue hair has turned into gold? How come he looks more noble than me? Is this still my brother Tang San, who was once a country bumpkin?'
"Boy, I see you are also a soul master. Why don't we have a fight? Whoever wins gets the room—how about that?"
Dai Mubai wasn't sure if the man in front of him was Tang San or Xiao Wu, and spoke in a somewhat frivolous tone. If the man wasn't Tang San, he didn't believe he would lose—after all, he hadn't wasted these years, and now he was a 39th-level soul elder.
"Remember, my name is Dai Mubai. Martial soul: White Tiger. 39th-level battle soul master."
Looking at Dai Mubai's confident expression, Qian Renchuan's face remained calm, with a look of disgust in his eyes.
"Okay."
Qian Renchuan was displeased when he heard Dai Mubai's slightly frivolous words. His father said that for those with bad intentions toward him, he must teach them enough lessons.
After all, he was the future pope. Even a little bit of malice was disrespectful and intolerable to him.
"Yinchuan, 12 years old, martial soul Blue Silver Emperor, 52-level control system Battle Soul King."
As he spoke, five soul rings appeared around him—two purple and three black—and the blue-silver grass with golden lines soon covered the entire Rose Hotel.
"How is this possible!"
Dai Mubai stared at Qian Renchuan's outrageous soul ring configuration and exploded immediately. What kind of outrageous soul ring ratio was this? Is this still human?
"Don't be dazed during the fight!"
In just a moment of panic, Qian Renchuan's fist hammered forward.
"Boom!" The enormous force sent Dai Mubai flying backward and buried him in the rubble.
"Just a useless martial soul. Do you think you are Tang San?"
As a waste led by Tang San in his previous life, Dai Mubai had an inexplicable confidence in Tang San. Even though Qian Renchuan looked terrifying, his mind, controlled by his little head, was inexplicably confident. Maybe this was because he was cast into dementia by the God King Tang and had not recovered yet.
"Third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation."
The third soul ring appeared on Dai Mubai's body, and his form expanded rapidly—his injuries also healed significantly.
"Second soul skill: White Tiger Intense Light Wave."
A golden ball of light emitted from Dai Mubai's mouth and burst forth with terrifying power, flying directly toward Qian Renchuan.
"Myriad Flowers Shield!"
Seeing this, Qian Renchuan calmly transformed the blue-silver grass in his hand into a thick wooden shield and blocked the attack.
Boom—
After the explosion, smoke filled the air. Xiao Wu stared at Qian Renchuan with her beautiful eyes, then glanced at Dai Mubai, ready to kick the annoying guy to death with her soul skill.
"Boring."
As the smoke cleared, Qian Renchuan said calmly. In a flash, he appeared next to Dai Mubai.
"Myriad Flowers Spear!"
At such close range, the long spear transformed from blue silver grass in Qian Renchuan's hand stabbed downward, piercing Dai Mubai's arm.
"Myriad Flowers—Knife, sword, stick, spear, hook."
Faced with dense, ever-changing attacks, Dai Mubai kept dodging frantically with snake-like movements, regretting it in his heart.
This man seemed even more outrageous than Tang San.
"Senluo Domain – The Realm of Boundless Myriad Forms!"
Qian Renchuan grew tired of the cat-and-mouse game. He kicked the ground lightly, and instantly, countless blue-silver grass wrapped tightly around Dai Mubai.
"Myriad Flowers Hundred Swords Pierce the Heart!"
Hundreds of long swords made of blue silver grass appeared behind Qian Renchuan. He pointed lightly, and the swords shot out instantly.
"Not good!"
This move could cost him his life. Dai Mubai was terrified and dared not slack off. Three soul rings appeared on his body at once.
He released his strongest attack to resist the flying swords.
As the two auras confronted each other, a golden beam instantly disintegrated. However, the speed of the hundreds of swords was slowed, and Dai Mubai only managed to dodge a few.
The remaining swords slashed Dai Mubai dozens of times, turning him into a bloody mess.
"Wait a minute, I admit defeat."
Dai Mubai was terrified. He was a future god of war—how could he die so easily? He had not yet enjoyed the taste of the goddess of the God Realm. Zhu Zhuqing was still waiting for him, and he couldn't die now.
Seeing this, Qian Renchuan didn't stop to stop the flying swords, but after seeing Dai Mubai admit defeat, he shouted: "Get out of the way, I can't control these flying swords."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Dai Mubai looked at the flying swords, face pale with terror. He didn't care about his image and stood on all fours like a dog.
At this moment, Dai Mubai just stood up, and the flying swords aimed at his crotch. Before Dai Mubai noticed, he felt a sharp pain in his crotch.
Then, half of the little white slipped off.
Dai Mubai's mind went blank. He knelt on the ground in a daze, feeling the burning pain below. He cried out: "No!"
Blood kept flowing from his crotch, and the two twins, frightened, fled.
(End of this chapter)