Finally having the chance to rest, Oscar dove into bed and fell asleep. Tang San continued his cultivation as usual, with Zhu Zhuqing insisting on continuing her physical training, while Dai Mubai volunteered to accompany her. Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong were similar to Oscar and also decided to take advantage of these seven days to get a good rest. Only Ma Hongjun was restless, during the Devil Training period, he was the one who suffered the most, but as soon as he got a break, this fatty immediately slipped out of the academy to go to Soseto City to resolve his evil fire problem.

  Listening to Oscar's snores, Tang San was assembling the parts sent from the blacksmith shop. Today he finally had some time. The craftsmanship of the iron brothers at the blacksmith shop satisfied him very much. So far, the silent sleeve arrow, sand-wielding shadow, and low-profile crossbow bolts were all manufactured, only the Zhuge divine crossbow required a higher standard and was still being forged. Tang San planned to use these few rest days to assemble the finished parts of the hidden weapons and teach everyone how to use them, aside from cultivating.

  He was so engrossed in assembling the hidden weapons that time flew by quickly, until Oscar woke him up from his dream to go eat dinner. Only then did Tang San realize that the sunlight outside had turned into moonlight, and a whole day had passed just like that.

  Two people came out of the dormitory and walked together towards the cafeteria. As they were walking, they suddenly saw a person swaying back and forth coming from the front.

  "My god, who is this? How did he grow a pig's head?" Oscar exclaimed somewhat exaggeratedly.

  Tang San looked carefully and saw that the person stumbling towards him was actually Ma Hongjun, but he now looked extremely disheveled. Not only were his clothes tattered and worn out, but his round face was also swollen with a purplish-black bruise around his eyes, and there were dry bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.

  "Fatty, what's going on?" Tang San hastily walked up to support Ma Hongjun who was swaying dizzily. Oscar skillfully summoned his Recovery Sausage and handed it over.

  Ma Hongjun didn't stand on ceremony either, and after eating a few sausages in two or three mouthfuls, he looked a bit better.

  "Damn it, this time I've lost face." Ma Hongjun's eyes were filled with hatred, his originally round face and small eyes now swollen from the beating, his eyes almost squeezed shut by the fatty flesh on his face.

  "Who did this to you?" Tang San's voice had a few more degrees of chill.

  Three months of devil training, everyone has been supporting each other to get through it, and they are no longer just classmates, seeing his brothers being beaten like this, how can Tang San not be furious?

  Ma Hongjun said with a scowl: "Let a shameless old man be beaten. What a loss of face, it's really damn embarrassing."

  Oscar frowned, "Fatty, you didn't get beaten up for being jealous and trying to steal the spotlight, did you?"

  Ma Hongjun angrily said: "What's with the jealousy and envy? It was clearly me who had eyes on that little sister first. That shameless uncle is really without face."

  When Ma Hongjun said that, Tang San suddenly understood a bit. It was clear that this fatty was beaten when he was solving his evil fire problem, just like Oscar said.

  Tang San patted Ma Hongjun's shoulder. "Let's go, first head to the cafeteria to eat something and then talk slowly."

  With Oscar's recovery sausage helping, Ma Hongjun's physical condition improved a lot, and the three of them finally walked into the cafeteria.

  In the cafeteria, Dai Mubai was sitting there eating and drinking, but Zhu Zhuqing was not by his side.

  "My god, Fatty, what's going on here?" Seeing Ma Hongjun's wretched state, Dai Mubai was also startled. His temper was even more explosive than Tang San's, and he suddenly stood up from his chair, with a fierce glow in his evil eyes.

  Ma Hongjun cried with a sad face, "Dai Lao Da, you must take charge for the sake of your brothers. Look at how they beat me up, even my handsome face is distorted. How can I pick up chicks in the future?"

  Oscar snorted with laughter, "And that handsome face of yours is swollen like a pig's head. What's going on, you tell me first."

  Ma Hongjun pulled over a chair and sat down, and only then did he tell what had happened.

  "I left in the morning and went to Soto City to properly deal with my evil fire problem. When I arrived, I unexpectedly found a golden phoenix in the grass nest. Just as I was about to call that little sister over to solve the problem, who would have thought that a lecherous old man would pop out? He looked like he was over 40 years old, had short hair, and at first glance seemed quite honest, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were full of lustful light. One of his hands was even bandaged with gauze, yet he still wanted to compete with me for that little sister. At the time, I asked him, 'Uncle, your hand is like this and you're still coming out to fool around?' You guys guess what he said? He actually said, 'I don't need my hands to fool around.' I've seen lecherous people before, but never one as lecherous as this."

  "Did you and he have a fight later?"

  Fatty puffed out his chest and said, "Of course he did, he's been bullying me for so long, how could I still tolerate it? Originally, I just wanted to chase him away and that would be the end of it. Who knew this guy was also a Soul Master, and even a four-ring Soul Elder! In just three or five exchanges, he beat me up and threw me out of my own home. What really made me unable to bear it was that he even insulted my...ahem...saying it was small. As a man, how could I tolerate such humiliation? So I got back up and fought him again, and then things ended up like this. You guys didn't see his arrogant expression, did you? Boss Dai, Ao Er Ge, Tang San Ge, you guys have to stand up for your brother! If it weren't for the fact that my recent training has been pretty solid, I might not even be able to get back up after being beaten like this."

  Ma Hongjun was obviously beaten badly this time, especially the blow to his confidence was particularly severe. With a nose full of snot and tears, he poured out his grievances, causing Tang San and the others to frown in unison.

  "What's his name?" Tang San asked.

  Ma Hongjun wiped his face with his sleeve, "I heard the old hen in the grass nest call him something unhappy, I guess it's not his real name."

  "Not pleased? A Soul Sect dares to bully my brother? Let's go, Fatty, you lead the way. We'll go take a look now. Little Three, Little O, are you two going or not?" Dai Mu Bai could very well understand Fatty's current mood. He had also done his fair share of competing and showing off in the past, only most of the time he was just taking advantage of situations. Ever since Zhu Zhu Qing arrived, he had become more subdued. Moreover, Fatty had been beaten so badly, although it seemed like nothing serious, but this person had lost a lot of face.

  Tang San nodded, "Let's go take a look."

  It's actually hard to say who's right or wrong in this kind of thing, but there's no way you wouldn't stand up for your own people. If you see your brother getting beaten and don't step in, then you're not a man.

  Oscar chuckled and said, "Of course I'll go. I want to see who can be more shameless than our Fatty. Even if we can't win, with my mushroom intestines, we can still run away in time."

  Ma Hongjun was overjoyed when he heard that the three of them were willing to stand up for him, "Good brothers. Let's go now, maybe we can still catch him." After finishing speaking, he immediately jumped up and ran outside, as if his injuries no longer hurt.

  Dai Mu Bai grabbed Ma Hong Jun's arm, "What's the hurry? You have to eat your fill first, only then will you have energy. By the way, tell me about that guy's martial soul. As they say, know yourself and know your enemy, and you can win every battle."

  Although Pao Tzu looked anxious, his stomach was indeed empty. He sat down again and while everyone ate dinner, Ma Hung-chun recounted how he had been beaten up.

  "That guy isn't very tall, only about 1.6 meters or so, his face is dark and gloomy, like he just came out of a coal mine, his martial soul is really strange. It's not attack, defense or speed type... somehow..."

  Fatty's gaze floated onto Tang San's body, "It seems similar to Third Brother's martial soul, only with a different appearance."

  Tang San and Dai Mubai exchanged a glance, and almost in unison said: "Control System Soul Master?"

  The fatty nodded, "It should be the control system. His martial soul looks like two semi-circular covers on the surface, only as big as a bun, pink in color. When he summons his martial soul, it appears on his head, and that look is really disgusting. When we fought, he used two soul techniques. The first technique was to enlarge those two covers, blocking my Phoenix Fire Line. The second technique was to trap my body with the two covers, one in front and one behind. Those covers felt very flexible, I don't know what material they were made of, even my Phoenix flames couldn't destroy them. They bound me up, wrapping me like a rice dumpling, and then I became his sandbag."

  Pink two cover? What is this martial soul? Even if it was Tang San who had studied with the master for many years and could be considered to have seen a lot, he couldn't think of it.

  Tang San said: "So, he should still have two more soul skills that haven't been used yet."

  Fatty said: "Third Brother, with your three Soul Masters, plus my twenty-seventh level Great Soul Master, aren't we enough to deal with him? Besides, you're a Control System Soul Master too!" He misunderstood the meaning, thinking that Tang San would be afraid.

  Tang San said, "Control system Soul Masters are special. In a one-on-one situation, control system Soul Masters have a great advantage. Fatty, if we encounter him, you're in charge of long-range attacks to disrupt him, while I and Dai Mubai will take the front line. Xiao Wu is responsible for providing support. He's definitely not our match. Control systems are different from strong attack systems; as long as he can't control all of us, he'll inevitably lose. If my guess is correct, his martial soul should be naturally restrained by flames, otherwise your evil fire wouldn't have been ineffective at all. When we make a move, I'll counter-control him. Although my soul power isn't as strong as his, at least I can disrupt him so that he can't control our people. The close combat ability of control system Soul Masters is completely unable to withstand your attacks. Even if he's level 40, it's the same."