I'll Be His Vice-Dean!

"Enough." Flender gave Zhao Wuji a look, then turned to Tang San and the other three. "You four only need to last one incense stick against Dai Mubai."

"Yes."

Although Tang San and the others did not understand what this meant, they were happy not to have to fight Zhao Wuji. After all, a Soul Sage was not someone the four of them could defeat.

Zhao Wuji wanted to say more, but after seeing Flender's look, he swallowed his words. He stood to one side and watched quietly, looking curiously at Flender and wondering what he intended to do.

Before long, Dai Mubai once again fought Tang San and the other three. During this time, Zhao Wuji walked over to Flender and asked somewhat unwillingly, "Boss, Dai Mubai is clearly no match for those four working together. Why did you stop me?"

"Because they aren't your opponents. That boy is."

Flender explained as he looked at Zhao Wuji, then shifted his gaze to Mo Lang, who stood nearby.

"Him? What do you mean? You think that kid is my opponent?" Zhao Wuji glanced at Mo Lang disdainfully. "I could take on ten pretty boys like him!"

"..."

At this moment, Li Yusong watched Zhao Wuji act so arrogantly and was about to offer a few words of advice. But then he remembered how he had suffered at that kid's hands earlier. If he were the only one to lose face, the others would surely mock him in the future. He might as well watch Zhao Wuji suffer too.

Good friends were often this devious.

"Mhm, I believe you."

Flender looked at Zhao Wuji and nodded "trustingly," but his thoughts returned to that morning.

That morning, Flender had been watching over his shop when a figure shrouded in a long robe silently appeared before him. If not for the other man's tall figure blocking the light, Flender would not even have noticed how he had appeared.

"Who are you?"

Flender's heart jolted. His gaze sharpened as he immediately regarded the man vigilantly, secretly raising his Soul Power to its peak as he stared at the man before him, whose head was covered by a black hood.

"It's me."

The visitor pulled back his hood, revealing a weathered face and deep-set eyes.

This man was Tang San's father, Tang Hao!

At the sight of Tang Hao, Flender's pupils contracted before he immediately bowed. "Greetings, Haotian Mianxia."

"No need for formalities. I came to ask for your help with something..." Tang Hao lowered his voice and told Flender something.

Flender listened respectfully, surprise flashing through his eyes from time to time. Once Tang Hao finished, he nodded to show that he understood.

"Alright, I'll have to trouble you from now on." After saying that, Tang Hao turned to leave. However, when he reached the doorway, he stopped and added, "Oh, right. If that kid Mo Lang comes to your academy, let him do whatever he wants. His teacher is unfathomable."

"Mo Lang?"

Flender frowned upon hearing this. Who was that?

Could it be that boy?

Flender recalled the youth who had been with Tang San, the one even he could not see through.

"No matter what, I need to go back and take a look. The disciple of someone even Haotian Mianxia calls unfathomable is someone I need to see for myself."

After tidying up, Flender closed the shop and hurried toward Shrek Academy.

He happened to arrive just as Mo Lang and Li Yusong were preparing to spar.

Flender accepted the letter Li Yusong handed him and read it. Yu Xiaogang had emphasized throughout it that no one should interfere with Mo Lang's affairs and should simply let him do as he pleased.

This made Flender even more curious about the youth. What exactly was so special about him?

That was until Li Yusong refused to listen and insisted on competing with Mo Lang in staff techniques. In the end, Mo Lang sent him flying with a single strike, and the Dragon Pattern Staff had nearly shattered. If Mo Lang had not held back his strength, that blow could have directly destroyed Li Yusong's martial soul and severely injured him!

Seeing this, Flender finally sucked in a breath of cold air. This kid was truly a freak!

Li Yusong was a Soul Emperor and a power-attack Soul Master. Even ordinary peak Soul Emperors could do nothing to him, yet he had been sent flying by a single staff strike from a Soul Ancestor. Just how monstrous was that kid's strength?

Even Li Yusong himself stared at Mo Lang in utter shock. That strike had definitely exceeded ten thousand jin of force, hadn't it?

An ordinary Soul Ancestor possessed at most a thousand jin of strength. Unless they were special strength-type Soul Masters, reaching ten thousand jin required at least the level of a Soul Sage or Soul Douluo.

Not to mention, that kid seemingly had not used any soul skills to enhance himself. His physical strength alone had reached ten thousand jin.

Could this kid possess Innate Divine Strength?!

After that battle, Li Yusong no longer had the slightest doubt about Mo Lang's combat strength. In fact, he deeply feared it.

At such a young age, he already possessed such strength. He was simply a monster among monsters, more than qualified to be a teacher at Shrek Academy.

Bang!

His thoughts returned to the present. With Tang San and the other three joining forces, it was not they who had to last one incense stick—it was Dai Mubai who lasted one incense stick before being defeated.

"Tsk, tsk. You guys really are freaks." After Xiao Wu directly threw Dai Mubai flying, he rubbed his chest and looked at the four of them in amazement.

"Alright. Their talent is no worse than yours. You did well to last one incense stick against them." Flender nodded, clearly quite satisfied with Tang San and the others. "From today onward, you are members of Shrek Academy. I hope you will get along well."

In the past, he would definitely have praised the four of them more, but after seeing Mo Lang, he somehow felt that they were still a little lacking.

"Boss, when did your standards become so high? These four juniors are far more talented than we were. Why aren't you saying more?" Zhao Wuji was also very satisfied with Tang San and the others' performance, but he did not understand why Flender seemed so unconcerned.

"They are indeed very good, but compared to your opponent, they are still lacking... a little."

Flender had originally wanted to say they were lacking by a lot, but as the academy's dean, he did not want to hurt his students' self-esteem and immediately changed his wording.

"My opponent?" Zhao Wuji frowned as he looked at Mo Lang, saying with some annoyance, "Boss, what do you mean? You can't seriously be asking me to fight this kid, can you?"

"Kid? Old Zhao, don't underestimate him. He's here to apply as a teacher at Shrek Academy." Flender deliberately stirred things up, intending to provoke Zhao Wuji and see where Mo Lang's limits lay.

"A teacher?" Zhao Wuji's eyes widened as he said in disbelief, "Boss, are you joking? This kid wants to be a teacher at Shrek Academy?"

"How old is he? Is he even twenty? If he can last one incense stick against me, I'll be his Vice-Dean!"

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