The Final Chapter: Retribution Arrives

A glint of cold light arrived first, followed by a sword striking like a dragon.

Amid a sudden, tremendous commotion, a snow-white figure abruptly appeared high above Shrek Academy's main training ground, looking down at everyone below.

Flight!

Unless a Soul Master possessed a flight Soul Skill, only a Titled Douluo could do such a thing.

And since he had also easily driven back both Flender and Zhao Wuji with a single move, the latter possibility was more likely.

Everyone looked up, their faces filled with shock.

Ning Rongrong, however, was overjoyed. She seized Zhu Zhuqing's little hand beside her and shouted up at the sky, "Grandpa Sword!"

The old man stood in midair, looking down arrogantly at Flender and the others, but when he saw Ning Rongrong, a trace of affection flashed in his eyes.

This man was one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Titled Douluo-Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

A powerful Titled Douluo whose Soul Power Level had reached level ninety-six.

"Grandpa Sword?" Flender was stunned. He rolled several times across the ground before he managed to steady himself. "Could... could you be the legendary Lord Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo, one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two great elders?"

"Huh?" Zhao Wuji had rolled even farther than Flender and had even choked on a good deal of dust. "Cough, cough. I didn't sense any expert nearby."

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and Oscar also looked over.

They had never witnessed the bearing of a Titled Douluo before. This was their first time, so they could not help feeling excited and nervous.

Tang San in particular clenched his fists involuntarily when he felt the invisible pressure the Titled Douluo brought to bear on him.

Of course, Tang San had actually spent every day with a Titled Douluo for quite a long time.

It was just that this particular Titled Douluo... those who knew, knew.

He was drunk all day and neglected his proper duties.

Flender scrambled to his feet, looking disheveled, and glared at Zhao Wuji in annoyance. "Lord Chen Xin has the cultivation of a Titled Douluo. If he can conceal his presence, it'd be a wonder if you could detect him."

"True, but what did he suddenly come here for? It's only been a few days, and we've already had two Titled Douluo pay us a visit." Zhao Wuji gave an awkward smile. "Thinking of the one I ran into a few days ago, I was almost taught a lesson."

Zhao Wuji had not deliberately lowered his voice, so everyone could hear him.

But many of them were utterly baffled.

Those who didn't understand would never understand what he was talking about.

Ning Rongrong, however, had already guessed most of it.

The person Zhao Wuji was talking about was probably Tang San's father, Tang Hao.

But since she had been the one to defeat Zhao Wuji at the time, and nothing had happened to Tang San, Tang Hao had probably only given him a verbal warning and hadn't made a move.

But...

Things were different now.

"Oh? So you feel lucky you weren't taught a lesson last time?" Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood in midair, sneering coldly. "You couldn't afford to offend the man you mentioned, so what makes you think you can afford to offend the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Boom-

Like a meteor, Sword Douluo Chen Xin descended to the ground at tremendous speed. Though he clearly hadn't used a single Soul Ring, his speed was astonishing.

Even Ning Rongrong had not expected it.

He was considerably faster than she was in her Divine Speed state.

Was this the strength of a Titled Douluo?

Terrifying indeed.

"Lord Chen Xin, what do you mean by this?" Flender feigned confusion.

"Nothing much. My hands are just itching." Sword Douluo beckoned Ning Rongrong over to his side.

Ning Rongrong obediently ran over, bringing Zhu Zhuqing along with her.

But when Sword Douluo saw the two girls holding hands, a strange look appeared in his eyes.

As though he had realized something.

A manly man shed tears.

"Enough nonsense." Seeing Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing run over,

Sword Douluo once again fixed Flender and Zhao Wuji with an icy glare.

"I hear you're quite good at bullying youngsters. How about this? You two come at me together and attack me with everything you have. If you last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, you win. Otherwise, both of you can get lost and go back to farming. Stop making spectacles of yourselves as teachers.

"Oh, of course, since you're so weak, I won't use my Eighth Soul Ring or Ninth Soul Ring. That's quite fair, isn't it?

"After all, that's what you did to Rongrong, isn't it?"

"Uh..." Flender and Zhao Wuji were speechless.

For a long time, no one dared step forward.

It wasn't that they didn't want to attack; they simply couldn't beat him.

Was he joking?

There were only two mere Soul Saints on the training ground now. What could they possibly use to fight a Titled Douluo?

And this Titled Douluo was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin, whose Martial Soul could rival the Clear Sky Hammer.

"What's wrong, youngsters? Are you that scared?"

"If you won't make a move, then I'll go first."

Flender and Zhao Wuji still didn't dare make a move, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin didn't seem to be a particularly patient man either. He chose to take the initiative.

He had come today to regain face for Ning Rongrong and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He didn't take the likes of Flender and Zhao Wuji seriously at all.

Bang, bang-

Boom, boom-

The sounds of blows landing, surging force, muffled grunts, and screams filled Shrek Academy's main training ground.

Even without using a single Soul Skill, he could still make Flender and Zhao Wuji suffer.

The scene was so brutal

that none of the onlookers could bear to keep watching.

After all, being killed outright would have been better than being tormented.

The beating was a fate worse than death.

Watching Sword Douluo vent her anger for her, Ning Rongrong felt both touched and enlightened. Lesson learned.

Rather than let him die, make him beg for death!

That was how a true expert did things.

Thinking back, Ning Rongrong had lasted an incense stick's worth of time against both Flender and Zhao Wuji.

Although she had suffered no serious injuries, she was, after all, the pearl in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's palm.

Others might have been willing to accept it, but Sword Douluo, who had always doted on Ning Rongrong the most, was not.

This time, there was no need for an incense stick's worth of time. The entire fight was over in just a few dozen breaths.

If Sword Douluo hadn't deliberately toyed with the two of them, it probably would have ended even sooner.

But to tell the truth,

Flender and Zhao Wuji were actually capable of fighting back.

At the very least, they could have struggled a little longer.

But did they dare?

Not only would they still lose in the end and take an even worse beating, but if they angered the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, all of Shrek Academy would be finished along with them.

They truly couldn't afford to offend him.

Before long,

Sword Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, watching Flender and Zhao Wuji wail on their knees. He looked as though nothing had happened, and his snow-white robes hadn't even picked up a speck of dust.

"Flender, Zhao Wuji, do you two know what you did wrong?" Sword Douluo asked mildly.

"We know, we know, Your Majesty the Sword God."

Poor Zhao Wuji's head was swollen all over, both eyes had been blackened, and blood splattered from the corners of his mouth. He lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Flender was no better off. He seemed unable to lift his right arm at all, apparently because a bone had been knocked out of place. Feeling deeply aggrieved, he said, "Your Majesty the Sword God, we've already arranged the best possible teaching environment for the Little Demoness... ah, no, for the young miss. From now on, her status will only rise, never fall, and no one will have any authority over her.

"We hope a great person like you won't hold our petty offense against us. Please spare us this time."