"Impossible… This can't be! How could she do this? How could she do this to me? No—I refuse to believe it!" Dai Mubai was on the verge of losing his mind.
Though their engagement with Zhu Zhuqing had been superficial, the annulment wouldn't be official without the royal family's approval. Yet now, Zhuqing was truly leaving him—and Dai Mubai was utterly panicked.
If he had once believed that her leaning into Fu Ye's arms in the restaurant was just to provoke him, this situation now proved she had completely given up on him. She was cutting all ties.
"Hmm… Brother Fu Ye, am I not beautiful?" Zhu Zhuqing voice was soft, almost hesitant.
Lately, her sister had been whispering in her ear every night, filling her mind with ideas. And after hearing her sister's… enthusiastic descriptions, something strange had begun stirring in her heart.
After all, in terms of character, strength, and appearance, Fu Ye was the finest young man she knew.
"No, you're beautiful—even more so than your sister."
Dai Mubai witnessed everything, his heterochromatic eyes burning with fury. His breathing grew ragged. To him, Fu Ye and Zhuqing's actions were nothing short of a slap to his face!
Of course, even if Fu Ye knew what Dai Mubai was thinking, he wouldn't care.
'You were the one who abandoned her. Now you come crawling back, begging for reconciliation?'
She had remained pure for him, yet he had thrown himself into the arms of others, chasing after so-called wildflowers.
Sometimes, Fu Ye truly couldn't understand Dai Mubai's twisted logic. Was he a coward? Absolutely. Useless? Somewhat. Loyal? He betrayed his brothers. Disloyal? He still had some conscience left.
But none of that mattered to Fu Ye. Zhu Zhuqing had already broken off the engagement—she was free now.
Parental arrangements, royal marriages—none of it meant anything in the face of true strength.
The little kitten in Fu Ye's arms blushed with embarrassment. 'He said I'm beautiful… even prettier than my sister. So why hasn't he made a move yet?'
She was starting to doubt her own charm. This wasn't how her sister had described it.
Listening to Zhuqing's words and watching her actions, Fu Ye knew this had to be Zhu Zhuyun's doing. In his memory, Zhuqing had always been reserved—almost naive.
'What do I do now? My sister's advice doesn't match reality at all! And she's not even here to guide me… What's the next step?'
Zhu Zhuqing was panicking. In her mind, things were supposed to progress naturally, step by step. But Brother Fu Ye…
The little kitten was frustrated. She wanted to give herself to him, but it wasn't as easy as she thought. 'How did my sister manage this so effortlessly?'
"Gulp."
Zhuqing swallowed nervously, lost in self-doubt. Was she not attractive enough? Her eyes darted around, avoiding Fu Ye's striking face.
Soon, her gaze landed on his chiseled abdominal muscles—smooth, powerful, and undeniably alluring. For a moment, she forgot she was still in his arms. To Fu Ye, she looked utterly entranced.
'Brother Fu Ye's abs are so… big.'
Her fingers twitched with curiosity, and before she realized it, she was poking them. 'Not just big—they're really firm!'
Meanwhile, Dai Mubai slumped against the wall, devoid of any will to live. Where was his former arrogance? Now, he was nothing but a broken man.
He was completely defeated. Fu Ye was a Titled Douluo—Dai Mubai stood no chance against him. Even the Star Luo Empire wouldn't dare oppose him.
'Once they learn of this, they'll do everything to win Fu Ye over… and then they'll dispose of me without hesitation.'
His red-and-blue eyes were bloodshot. He had never imagined his downfall would come like this.
Fu Ye watched the kitten amusing herself, making no move to stop her. Girls like her—aloof yet innocent—were rare in the Douluo Continent.
But now, Zhao Wuji was dead, Flender was severely injured, and Ma Hongjun was half-dead. After all this, they had no choice but to retreat.
His original goal had been to destroy Tang San's third spirit ring and external spirit bone, but that could wait.
Unnoticed, the night slipped away. Dai Mubai, who had fainted from grief, awoke and left without a word. He couldn't bear to stay in this wretched place any longer.
When he stepped outside, he found all his companions gone. With nothing left, he returned to Shrek Academy alone.
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Evening
The mist curled silently.
[Item: Supreme Endurance Recovery Potion]
[Effect: Continuously restores spirit energy, stamina, and injuries for three days—zero side effects.]
[Stock: 99,999+]
[Price: 0]
Originally, this potion was meant for spirit power recovery and healing. Unexpectedly, it had… other miraculous uses.
Fu Ye's application of it was akin to nobles using whale glue and musk—luxury items repurposed for pleasure.
What baffled Fu Ye most was the Douluo Continent's soul master system. In other worlds, cultivators could annihilate armies with a wave of their hand. But here?
A hundred thousand soldiers could kill a Soul Douluo. Tens of thousands could overwhelm a Soul Emperor or Soul Saint.
And then there was the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus—a high-explosive grenade that can instantly kill Rank 70 Spirit Sages and threatening Title Douluo, though its range is limited.
Later, a bullet called Guanyin's Tears pierced the Angel God's heart, almost finishing the job.
'How does any of this make sense?'
'A bullet killing a god? Embarrassing.'
Gods boasting 100,000-ton punches? In his past life, even a semi-truck could outmatch that. And don't get him started on the Hundred-Ton King mods—a three-wheeler could haul five Sea God Tridents.
'Ridiculous.'
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