Chapter 72: Loss of Reason, Dai Mubai Wants to Kill Ning Rongrong!
Ning Rongrong's arrogance had been thwarted.
Dai Mubai's dignity had been utterly crushed.
The two were like sparks colliding with dry tinder—conflict was inevitable.
A few sharp exchanges were enough to detonate the emotions they'd been bottling up, erupting like a volcano.
And Ning Rongrong's tongue was especially vicious.
"Ning Rongrong! Don't push your luck!"
Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging across his forehead. His voice, warped by extreme rage, came out hoarse and distorted.
"Do you really think I wouldn't dare touch you? Believe it or not, I'll rape you first and then kill you!"
That threat—brimming with brutality and humiliation—exploded across the open ground like a thunderclap.
Everyone present froze.
Ma Hongjun shrank on the steps, mouth hanging open, the flesh on his chubby face quivering.
"Boss Dai has gone insane, right?"
"How could he say something like that?"
That's someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Oscar's face went deathly pale.
He rushed forward and grabbed Dai Mubai, his voice shaking as he tried to stop him.
"Boss Dai! Boss Dai, calm down—calm down! You can't say things like that! Hurry and withdraw your martial soul!"
However, to everyone's astonishment, especially Dai Mubai's—
After the initial shock, the threatened party, Ning Rongrong, didn't show the slightest fear.
Instead, it was as if she'd heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
"Pfft—hahahahaha!"
She actually clutched her stomach and burst into laughter without the slightest regard for appearances.
She laughed so hard she bent over, tears streaming from her eyes.
"Hahaha... rape... rape first, then kill? Oh my stomach…"
She laughed until she was out of breath.
Only after forcing herself to calm down did she wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Then she lifted her head and used those still-smiling yet icy, mocking eyes to look Dai Mubai up and down.
The corner of her lips curled into an exceptionally malicious, provocatively taunting smile.
"Dai Mubai, are you serious when you say that?"
"It's not that I look down on you, it's just…,"
She deliberately dragged out her tone, every word laced with poison.
Tilting her head, Ning Rongrong put on an expression of innocent yet cruel curiosity.
"Do you even still have the qualifications and the ability to do the 'first' part?"
"I seem to remember someone getting injured at the Rose Hotel."
"Tsk, how pitiful. So now you're just lashing out in shame and rage, only capable of talking tough."
Silence.
A deathly, absolute silence.
Those words were the sharpest, poison-coated dagger—plunged with pinpoint precision into Dai Mubai's heart, tearing open his bloodiest, most shameful wound and twisting it mercilessly!
"Boom—!"
The string of reason in Dai Mubai's mind snapped completely.
Boundless fury swallowed his last shred of clarity.
"You—are—seeking—death—ROAR!!!"
A beast-like roar tore from his throat. In an instant, his eyes flooded with violent crimson!
The White Tiger martial soul erupted forth!
Muscles bulged, white fur spread across his skin, and the majestic "king" character appeared on his forehead.
Those heterochromatic, sinister eyes locked onto Ning Rongrong, killing intent sweeping out like a tangible, freezing gale.
Most terrifying of all were the forest-white claws extending half a foot from his tiger palms, glinting with heart-stopping cold light beneath the sunset!
"Die!"
Dai Mubai had completely lost his mind. There was only one thought left in his head—to tear apart the woman before him who had ripped open his scars and trampled his dignity!
He kicked off the ground—
Crack!
The earth split apart beneath his feet.
His figure shot forward like a white bolt of lightning, carrying razor-sharp killing intent straight at Ning Rongrong.
Those lethal tiger claws aimed directly for her slender, fragile neck!
"Ah—!"
The mocking smile on Ning Rongrong's face froze instantly, replaced by sheer terror.
She finally realized she'd gone too far!
This Dai Mubai was truly insane—he really dared to kill!
The fear of imminent death made her legs go weak.
She tried to retreat, but her body felt nailed to the ground, utterly unresponsive.
"Boss Dai, don't!"
Oscar tried to throw himself in front of her.
But Dai Mubai's berserk Soul Elder aura crashed into him like a wall, violently knocking the support-type soul master aside.
"!!!"
Ma Hongjun was terrified into stupidity.
The tiger claws sliced through the air with a piercing shriek, rapidly closing in within Ning Rongrong's dilated, horror-filled pupils!
The aura of death had never felt so real.
Just as everything hung by a thread, at the very brink of life and death—
"Dai Mubai."
A calm, even slightly lazy, clear voice sounded.
It was Lin Qingmo.
He stood only a few steps away.
One hand still held Xiao Wu's, his expression untroubled as he spoke lightly.
"If she loses even a single strand of hair, what will your Shrek Academy use to appease the wrath of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect?"
"The Sword Douluo Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword might just flip over three feet of the ground here."
The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water—poured with perfect accuracy over the raging fire consuming Dai Mubai's reason.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin! Seven Kill Sword!
Those words detonated one after another in his chaotic mind!
The razor-sharp claws—already brushing Ning Rongrong's neck, ready to pierce her warm pulse in the next instant—froze stiffly in midair!
Just a hair's breadth away!
Dai Mubai's blood-red pupils shrank violently.
The madness in his eyes was swiftly drowned out by a deeper, instinctive terror.
Killing Intent receded like a tide, replaced by bone-chilling coldness.
He snapped back to clarity, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
He had just… nearly killed Ning Rongrong?
Killed the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master!
That was one of the Upper Three Sects—with a renowned Titled Douluo like Sword Douluo standing behind it!
The thought sent him plunging into an icy abyss.
He might not care about Ning Rongrong herself. In a moment of madness, he might even disregard consequences.
But he couldn't ignore the terrifying power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
He couldn't ignore the long-famous, decisively lethal Sword Douluo!
Let alone a mere Dai Mubai—
Even if he dragged the entire Shrek Academy, even the Star Luo imperial family behind him, it would still be laughably insignificant before an enraged peak Douluo!
Killing Ning Rongrong would be tearing a hole in the sky—inviting annihilation, certain death without burial!
The muscles on Dai Mubai's face twitched violently, his eyes filled with struggle, lingering fear, unwillingness, and deep humiliation.
The claws suspended in midair trembled.
Finally… they fell, powerless.
"Roar—!"
He let out a roar packed with frustration and suffocation, smashing his fist into a nearby tree.
Crack!
The trunk snapped in two.
As if venting all the fury he had nowhere else to release onto that innocent tree.
He shot one last venomous glare at Ning Rongrong, who stood pale and shaken.
That look was as vicious as a poisonous snake.
"Ning Rongrong… if you keep being this arrogant next time, you won't be so lucky!"
After spitting out that final threat, Dai Mubai fled in disgrace.
He even forgot to retract his martial soul.
The white tiger silhouette quickly vanished into the shadows of the dormitory area.
Only after Dai Mubai completely disappeared did the others finally seem to remember how to breathe.
"Hah… hah…"
Ning Rongrong's legs went soft, and she nearly collapsed.
She had to brace herself against a wooden post to stay standing.
Her face was paper-white.
Her heart pounded wildly, and her back was already drenched in cold sweat.
Just now… she had truly felt the breath of death.
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End of Chapter