Dai Mu Bai said irritably: "Dead fatty, stop wasting words, you order. You're the best at eating."

  Ma Hongjun cooperated and said: "So today is it you who's treating? You're the one with the highest subsidy, you're a big shot."

  Dai Mubai smiled slightly and said, "Treating you to a meal is no problem. We can all study together at Shrek Academy, which is also a kind of fate. I'm the oldest, so let's just consider this meal as a welcome for Tang San and the others."

  Chubby laughed and the fat on his round face trembled, "Alright, great. Don't worry, Old Dai, I won't give you a discount."

  Soon, Fatty showed everyone the "will eat" evaluation Dai Mubai gave him. He called over a waiter and quickly ordered over ten dishes, many of which Tang San had never even heard of before. However, Fatty was in high spirits.

  "Not bad, not bad, although it's not big here, but things are quite complete, hoping the taste can also have some standards."

  Dai Mu Bai helplessly said, "This fatty, his allowance is spent on women, and the rest he eats. I really suspect that if you weren't a Soul Master, you would definitely become a chef."

  Seven people sat around the table, but the atmosphere was not harmonious. Zhu Zhujing's face was cold, Ning Rongrong lowered her head and thought about something, fortunately, there was a fat man here to crack jokes, so the atmosphere was not too awkward.

  At this time, about sixty or seventy percent of the customers were seated in the restaurant. At this moment, a group of people suddenly walked in from outside, and what was similar to Tang San and his friends was that they were also eight.

  The first one was a middle-aged man in his forties, who looked quite handsome. His hair was combed to be extremely shiny, and the moon-white soul master robe he wore was very exquisite, with silver thread embroidery of floral patterns that sparkled as he moved.

  Behind the middle-aged man, seven young people, six men and one woman, all looked to be around twenty years old, wearing the same moon-white colored Soul Master robes, except without the silver embroidery on the front of the middle-aged man's robe. However, whether it was the middle-aged man or the seven young people behind him, they all had a cyan-colored circular emblem on their left shoulder, with two characters embroidered inside the circle in the same color: Cang Hui.

  It was clear from their attire that these people were all Soul Masters, while Tang San and his group wore casual clothes, looking no different from ordinary people, but these people were much more ostentatious.

  The restaurant owner rushed to greet them as soon as they came in, bowing and scraping with excessive politeness, just as Oscar said, this small town relies on the Starry Forest Inn for food, in short, it relies on soul masters for food. Soul masters are not only a noble profession but also a lucrative one, so the owner naturally didn't dare to be careless.

  "That little girl is quite good-looking, isn't she, Lao Da? These guys should be from Cang Hui Academy, right?" The fatty's small eyes stared fixedly at the only girl in the group of eight. It had to be said that the girl was indeed pretty and could be considered above average. Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong were beautiful too, but they were still only around twelve years old, so compared to a fully developed maiden, they seemed much more immature. For a boy like Fatty at this age, older girls were clearly more attractive, and with his evil fire, he was naturally staring at her with shining eyes, not stopping for a moment.

  Dai Mu Bai curled his lip, "It's just a small Cang Hui Academy, what's the big deal."

  Neither the fatty nor Dai Mu Bai intentionally lowered their voice, but a Soul Master's hearing was naturally better than normal people. Although there were some disturbances in the restaurant, the middle-aged man among the eight still cast his gaze over and furrowed his brow. When he saw that the Shrek Academy table consisted of only a group of children, his face turned even uglier.

  Oscar sat beside Tang San, chuckling: "There's a good show to watch."

  Tang San looked at him with some confusion, "What good show?"

  Oscar said in a low voice, "This is also part of our training. Dean Frand has said that a soul master who dares not to provoke others is not a good soul master. As the saying goes, those who dare not provoke others are mediocre. Moreover, provoking people from the Soul Master Academy is the safest option, at most it will only lead to a fight."

  Tang San couldn't help but laugh, "The quotes from our Academy Head can be combined to form a monstrous quote. Looking at their age, this Sky Douluo Academy should be an advanced Soul Master academy."

  On the other side, eight people from the Clear Sky Academy had also sat down, separated from Shrek's side by two tables. Tang San caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man who was clearly a teacher whispering something in a young man's ear. The young man quickly stood up and walked towards Tang San's table, heading straight for Dai Mubai.

  Dai Mubai's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain, Tang San could see it, and he naturally wouldn't be unaware, but he didn't even give him a direct glance.

  At this time, the waiter happened to serve up the first dish for their table.

  The young man from Cang Hui Academy suddenly quickened his pace, and amidst the waiter's cries of alarm, he collided with the waiter, causing the plate of food to land squarely on Dai Mu Bai's head.

  "Don't waste food." Tang San said calmly, his left hand flashed out like lightning to steady the waiter's body, while his right hand stretched out to hold the tray, using a gentle yet firm grip to keep the dishes from spilling. He then lightly placed the tray on the table and at the same time, pulled the waiter aside with his left hand.

  The young man from the Clear Sky Academy was taken aback for a moment, and since his view was blocked by the waiter's body, he hadn't seen Tang San's actions clearly. However, a sly smile quickly appeared on his face. "How embarrassing."

  He said so, but he continued to walk forward, appearing to pass by Dai Mu Bai's side. However, one of his feet quietly swept sideways, directly kicking the leg of a chair under Dai Mu Bai's crotch.

  It was just an ordinary wooden chair, and once one of the legs was kicked off, Dai Mu Bai naturally couldn't sit steadily anymore. Moreover, the young man's movement was extremely stealthy, his upper body didn't move, if you weren't paying close attention, it would be impossible to notice his action.

  At the same time as the young man kicked out with one foot, Dai Mu Bai moved.

  Does the tiger have a good temper? The answer is certainly no. In the past few days, Dai Mu Bai had been holding back his anger after being bullied by Zhu Zhu Qing, and now that he was faced with provocation from his opponent, how could he let go of this opportunity?

  With a dull thud, the young man from Canghui Academy felt as if he had kicked an iron plate, his entire calf numb and tingling, before Dai Mu Bai's palm struck out.

  The young man's face changed greatly as he raised his hands to block Dai Mu Bai's, but who knew that his hands were completely shaken off by the soul power attached to Dai Mu Bai's palm. That one palm still heavily slapped onto his chest.

  The young man's physique was also considered tall and large, but he was struck by Dai Mu Bai's palm, causing his entire body to arch backward, just like a weightless scarecrow, flying out loudly, knocking over two tables in a row, and flying towards a group of people from Cang Hui Academy.

  The middle-aged man at the Cang Hui Academy hastily stood up, raised his hands and grabbed the young man's shoulders, just pulling him down. The young man's face turned pale, let out a loud cry, spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly became much weaker.

  Dai Mu Bai straightened his body, using the previous palm movement to stretch his waist, "Really sorry, lost my hand." The evil eyes of White Tiger revealed a hint of disdain and contempt on his face, with a strong sense of arrogance. Not to mention outsiders, even his own people felt that he was asking for a beating when they looked at him.

  The restaurant was in an uproar, with the diners near the two tables of Shrek Academy and Dawn Academy hastily getting up and moving aside to avoid being affected. However, most people did not immediately leave the restaurant, but instead looked at the scene before them with excitement. After all, wanting to see a battle between soul masters usually required going to the Great Soul Arena, which was quite expensive. Now, they could watch for free, so ordinary people with martial souls naturally became excited. Moreover, in this place, soul masters often appeared anyway.

  The people from the Dawn Academy couldn't bear it anymore, and the remaining six academies stood up in unison, glaring at the Shrek Academy table with anger. They wanted to rush over, but were stopped by that middle-aged man.

  A middle-aged man supported a young man and sat him down in a chair, his face sinking as he shouted at Dai Mu Bai: "Which academy are you kids from?"

  Dai Mu Bai's evil eyes gleamed with a hint of light, "You dare to ask about the Pan Dao? You're not worthy." With that, he sat back down in his own seat.

  Baozi's movements were quick, especially when eating. At this time, he had already started and said while eating: "En, the taste is okay, just a little undercooked. Let's just eat it."

  The teacher's face at Canghui Academy had already turned iron-green with rage. "What a bunch of arrogant little brats, I'll teach them a lesson."

  The students of the Clear Sky Academy were waiting for him to speak, except for the one who was injured by Dai Mubai and the only female student, the other five immediately rushed towards Tang San's table.

  "Want to fight? I'd love to." Xiaowu excitedly jumped up from her position and went forward without hesitation.

  Xiao Wu moved, and Tang San naturally wouldn't idle around either, standing up as well. A faint purple intent had already shrouded his eyes.