Douluo: Infinite Lottery System

In the lounge, Dai Mubai and the others sat around Xiao Tianyang, curiously asking who had beaten him up so badly.

Xiao Wu was there too—she was the most enthusiastic in her questioning, occasionally cracking jokes that made Xiao Tianyang's face alternate between blue and white in anger.

As for the other three girls, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong wanted to step in and help but felt a little embarrassed. Saber, however, had no such reservations. With a distressed expression, she carefully wiped the blood off Xiao Tianyang's body and tended to his wounds.

Ning Rongrong finally sat down and asked curiously, "Tianyang, are you sure the guy who beat you up was on the same level as you?"

"Same level? Are you kidding me?" Xiao Tianyang's face showed a hint of helplessness. "That was a Soul Emperor above level 60."

He didn't plan to go into too much detail, but if he kept everything hidden, the group in front of him would definitely not let him off the hook. So, he decided to reveal just a little—enough to satisfy their curiosity but not enough to give everything away.

"How could the Great Spirit Arena arrange such an unfair match?!" Dai Mubai's eyes flickered with a cold, menacing light as he spoke. "I'm going to file a complaint with them right now!"

He had been intrigued earlier, but now he was furious. How could they let a Soul Grandmaster face off against a Soul Emperor? Who was the blind fool who arranged this?

"Dai Mubai, calm down," Xiao Tianyang waved his hand to pacify him. "This was a special invitation for a decisive battle. You can't refuse it. As for the opponent's identity, I really can't reveal it. That's all I can say—you'll have to fill in the rest yourselves."

"Ha, the Great Spirit Arena has rules like that?" Ma Hongjun was dumbfounded. "Then if a Titled Douluo challenges us to a specially invited duel, wouldn't it be game over?"

"Fatty, don't overestimate yourself," Oscar rolled his eyes at him. "Which Titled Douluo would be so bored as to challenge you?"

Ma Hongjun: "..."

Just then, Tang San chimed in, "Actually, to be serious, the Great Spirit Arena does have such rules."

"It does?" Dai Mubai thought for a moment. "Why don't I remember that at all?"

Xiao Wu snorted beside him, "Your head is too full of dirty thoughts to remember something like that."

Dai Mubai: "..."

Tang San continued seriously, "This kind of rule is generally aimed at nobles. They can change the opponent of a Soul Master by altering the match arrangements to suit their entertainment purposes."

But then he shook his head, "However, there's a limit—the difference in strength can't exceed 10 levels. Brother Tianyang's opponent was clearly way beyond that limit!"

"In the end, it's still the Great Spirit Arena's fault," Xiao Wu shrugged.

As everyone chatted animatedly, a voice came from outside.

"Saber, it's your match."

Zhu Zhuqing reminded her from the side.

Saber shook her head, "Please forfeit the match for me."

"My injuries aren't serious. There's no need to keep watching over me," Xiao Tianyang said with a smile. "Besides, there are so many people here. What are you worried about?"

After some hesitation, Saber finally nodded. As a chivalrous person, she hated giving up, which was precisely why Xiao Tianyang encouraged her to go compete instead of staying behind.

Once Saber left, Ning Rongrong naturally took her place. However, Xiao Tianyang wasn't used to having others apply medicine for him, so he took out an aloe vera stick. After all, the wounds would heal soon enough—the main concern was avoiding scars.

As Ning Rongrong applied the aloe vera, she asked softly, "Tianyang, does it hurt?"

"It's fine," Xiao Tianyang replied, taking a break from the group's chatter.

But Ning Rongrong seemed to notice his perfunctory tone and, in a fit of annoyance, started applying more pressure with her hands!

"Hey, are you washing clothes or something?" Xiao Tianyang quickly grabbed her hand. "Let me handle it myself."

Ning Rongrong let out a coquettish huff, her face clearly saying, 'I'm very angry,' as she sat down on the side.

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and taking the aloe vera from Xiao Tianyang's hand. "Let me do it."

...

By the time everyone finished their matches, it was only three in the afternoon. However, there was no point in staying any longer, especially since Xiao Tianyang was still injured. They decided to head back.

But just as they reached the door, Ma Hongjun's old habits resurfaced. He coughed a few times and said, "Well, I need to buy something, so I won't be going back yet."

"Hmph, just say it outright if you're going to do something shady. Why bother covering it up? Aren't you ashamed?" Xiao Wu shot him a disdainful look.

"How did you know?" Ma Hongjun's eyes widened, though they still looked quite small.

Suddenly, he glanced at Dai Mubai, who was snickering, and couldn't help but say angrily, "Boss Dai, did you tell them?"

"What's the point of hiding it? Everyone will find out eventually," Dai Mubai shrugged.

"Damn it, don't think you're spotless just because you've turned over a new leaf!" Ma Hongjun seemed ready to drag Dai Mubai down with him.

Unexpectedly, Dai Mubai took the initiative and said, "Fine, go if you want, but make sure you're back in the dorm by night. I've got a date."

Ma Hongjun's eyes narrowed mischievously as he grinned, "Hehe, I knew you couldn't resist. Is it the twins from last time?"

"So what if it is?" Dai Mubai replied, somewhat smugly.

Ma Hongjun grew excited, "Boss Dai, why don't you introduce them to me next time?"

"Looking at you, I doubt they'd be interested," Dai Mubai shook his head helplessly. "This kind of thing suits only me and I don't think you can pull it off."

Ma Hongjun: "..."

Xiao Tianyang glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, to see her reaction. However, the latter's expression remained icy, as if she didn't care about the matter at all.

'What is Dai Mubai thinking? Is this some kind of provocation?' Xiao Tianyang quickly shook his head. 'Why am I even worrying about this? To hell with it!' 

But then Dai Mubai looked at him and whispered, "Tianyang, do you want to come along?"

"I'm still injured, can't you see?" Xiao Tianyang coughed, feeling three icy glares piercing his back.

Dai Mubai chuckled, "What does that matter? You're not seriously hurt anyway."

It was true. A few hours ago, Xiao Tianyang had been covered in wounds, but now, aside from the sword wound on his chest, most of his injuries had healed.

"No, I won't go. If I have the time, I'd rather study some recipes," Xiao Tianyang politely declined.

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