Without a Title, One Is but an Ant

"Dean Flender, did you need something from me?"

Dai Mubai turned around and saw Flender standing in the doorway of the dean's office, but his right arm was missing.

"Huh???"

Seeing Flender's missing right arm, Dai Mubai couldn't process it at first.

His mouth fell slightly open, but the words died on his lips.

What was going on?

Was Flender cosplaying or something? Had he deliberately chopped off his right arm to play some one-armed hero?

Damn it, that joke was way too dark!

While Dai Mubai stood there in a daze, Flender was frowning deeply.

With his arm severed and his extortion of Li Wuyou, he had no mind to sleep, terrified that people from Spirit Hall would sneak into Shrek Academy in the middle of the night and kill them.

That was why Flender, who had been resting in his room with his eyes closed while staying alert to every sound around him, immediately came out to investigate when he heard footsteps outside.

But he had never expected to come out and find Dai Mubai with a hideous scar on his face.

"Mubai, what happened to you?"

"Did you get into a fight?"

"And you didn't win?"

Flender looked away from the hideous scar on Dai Mubai's face and asked with a frown.

As long as he wasn't dead, that was fine!

It was just a hideous scar. What was the big deal?

Soul Masters were competitive and loved to fight by nature. Getting hurt in a fight was perfectly normal.

As long as Dai Mubai was strong enough, he could always fight his way back.

"Dean Flender, I just lost a Soul Fight, that's all!"

Faced with the dean's questions, Dai Mubai casually made up an excuse to brush him off.

Today had been an immense humiliation for him.

He was the dignified third prince of the Star Luo Empire, yet a newcomer had taken him out in an instant in front of tens of thousands of spectators!

And that was after he had even used his second and third Soul Skills.

If word got out, how could he show his face?

Didn't he, Dai Mubai, care about his dignity?

"Oh! You lost a Soul Fight?"

"Mubai, who was your opponent?"

"What was his Soul Power level?"

"What was his Martial Soul?"

Surprise appeared on Flender's face, and his interest was instantly piqued.

Dai Mubai was the most outstanding student at Shrek Academy. With level thirty-seven Soul Power and the Evil Eye White Tiger Martial Soul inherited by the Star Luo Imperial Family, he had practically no rivals among his peers.

Yet now, Dai Mubai said he had lost a Soul Fight!

Clearly, anyone capable of beating Dai Mubai had to be a formidable opponent with considerable strength, which meant he was also a genius.

And genius monsters were exactly what Shrek Academy recruited!

"Yeah! I lost a Soul Fight."

"He was a level thirty-nine Soul Elder, two Soul Power levels above me, and he had an absolutely shocking configuration of three black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings."

"His codename was Angel, and his Martial Soul was the symbol of Spirit Hall—the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!"

"I was at a disadvantage in Martial Soul quality, Soul Power Level, and Soul Ring Configuration, so I lost to that Angel in the Soul Fighting Arena."

Dai Mubai nodded, his face grim.

He deliberately concealed the fact that he had attacked with all his might only to be taken out by Angel with a single sword strike, unwilling to reveal those humiliating details.

"Huh??"

"An eighteen-year-old young man?"

"Short golden hair?"

"A level thirty-nine Soul Elder?"

"The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul?"

"A configuration of three black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings?"

"And the Angel Martial Soul's signature Soul Skill—the Angel Holy Sword?"

"Rich and handsome, just like the readers in front of their screens?"

As Flender listened, his expression changed from surprise to gravity.

Damn it-wasn't that the little bastard who had chopped off his right arm in the shop this morning?

They clenched!

Flender's fists clenched!

After learning who had beaten Dai Mubai, Flender's face alternated between red and white.

He desperately wanted to curse him, but he didn't even know the little bastard's name, much less dare to take his old brothers and attack Spirit Hall.

He had nearly died at the little bastard's hands himself, so what good would it do to take his other old brothers to confront him?

Could a bunch of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints beat a Titled Douluo?

The answer was obvious. They couldn't beat one at all!

Taking people there would just be throwing their lives away!

"All right, all right!"

"Mubai, go back and get some rest!"

"That Angel isn't someone you can afford to provoke!"

Looking at Dai Mubai's battered appearance, Flender patted him on the shoulder, his tone complicated.

Without a title, one was but an ant!

And since he was an ant, there was no need to go courting death.

When it was time to back down, he would back down!

That was what it meant for a wise man to recognize the times!

"Dean Flender, do you know that bastard whose codename is Angel too?"

Dai Mubai froze for a moment. He glanced at Flender's missing arm, a thought forming in his mind.

Well, well. Would you look at that.

Could Flender's lost arm have something to do with that bastard whose codename was Angel too?

"No. Now get your ass back to bed."

The corner of Flender's mouth twitched.

He fell silent for two seconds before cursing and shooing Dai Mubai away.

He was a mighty level seventy Soul Saint. How could he possibly admit to a student that a little bastard of a level thirty-nine Soul Elder had chopped off his arm?

Didn't he, Flender, care about his dignity?

Well, what do you know?

As the saying went, birds of a feather flocked together.

For the sake of his dignity, Dai Mubai had concealed the humiliating fact that he had attacked with all his might, only to be taken out by Li Wuyou in a single move.

Flender was much the same, keeping his mouth shut about the truth that he had extorted Li Wuyou and paid for it with an arm.

Both had chosen to conceal the truth without consulting each other; neither was willing to reveal his own humiliation.

"All right, all right!"

"Dean Flender, I'll go back to bed, then!"

Although Dai Mubai had already guessed the truth, after seeing Flender's face, black as the bottom of a pot, he tactfully refrained from asking for details. He simply turned around, went into his dormitory, and closed the door to sleep.

"Sigh!"

"I hope that little bastard doesn't come after us!"

Flender stood alone outside the office, muttering to himself.

Comfort was a terrible habit. Once people grew accustomed to a peaceful life, they easily lost their vigilance and forgot that danger could descend at any moment.

If possible, he didn't want to leave Suotuo City, much less be wanted by Spirit Hall across the entire continent and live a life of wandering, or even hiding from place to place.

"Teacher, your... your arm..."

"Dean Flender, what happened to you?"

Flender was just about to return to his room and rest when he suddenly heard Oscar and Ma Hongjun behind him.

The two of them hurried over, their expressions tense and their eyes fixed on Flender's missing arm, their faces full of shock and disbelief.

"You two little brats finally decided to come back?"

Cursing, Flender casually made up an excuse to dismiss Oscar and Ma Hongjun, then went straight back into his room and closed the door to rest.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun were left staring wide-eyed at each other, their faces full of anger and bewilderment.