Fight If You Refuse, Face Death Calmly! (Fourth Update!! Please Vote with Recommendation Tickets!!)

"Alright, I understand."

Mo Lang looked into Xiao Wu's determined eyes and nodded.

Wasn't this exactly the kind of personality he loved about Xiao Wu?

He couldn't use love to bind her. On the contrary, no matter what she wanted to do, he should support her unconditionally.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Every punch Mo Lang threw made his heart ache terribly. Especially when he saw that Xiao Wu still had a smile on her face, it hurt him even more.

Several times, he had even wanted to stop, but her eyes told him not to.

He even began to doubt himself. Was he too useless, which was why Xiao Wu wanted to become stronger and share his burdens?

What he didn't know was that it was precisely because he was too strong that Xiao Wu didn't want to be left too far behind. How badly she wanted to be a carefree, happy girl, loved and protected by Mo Lang.

But compared to being a decorative vase of a girl, she wanted even more to stand by his side, weathering hardships with him, and be the woman behind him.

She could be a woman who shared wealth and glory with him, and one who could endure storms and trials with him.

That was the love she wanted.

Bang!

After the tenth punch, Xiao Wu's entire body trembled. She seemed to be enduring unbearable pain, swaying as though she might collapse at any moment. Fortunately, as a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she would not faint.

"Xiao Wu!"

Mo Lang immediately supported Xiao Wu and anxiously examined her body. Only after finding that she was fine did he finally let out a breath of relief.

"Don't worry about me. I'm going to take a bath first. I stink all over."

Seeing the concern on Mo Lang's face, Xiao Wu felt warm inside. Everything she had done was truly worth it.

"How do you stink? To me, every part of you smells wonderful."

Mo Lang did not care in the slightest about the foul smell emitted by the impurities expelled from Xiao Wu's body, and he helped her into the room.

"Alright, I'm taking off my clothes to bathe now. Hurry up and get out." Seeing that Mo Lang still had no intention of leaving, Xiao Wu said with a blush.

"I'm afraid you'll slip and fall. The bathroom floor is too slippery." Mo Lang scratched his head. Xiao Wu rewarded him with a roll of her eyes, and only then did he reluctantly leave.

Outside.

"Lang-ge is really ruthless. He could even hit Xiao Wu. My heart hurt just watching it." Ma Hongjun couldn't help saying after Mo Lang walked away.

"What do you know? The more Xiao Wu is like this, the more Lang-ge will love her. Only a girl like Xiao Wu, who has self-respect, self-love, and the drive to become stronger, is worthy of a powerful man like Lang-ge."

Dai Mubai thought of how he had dated many women before, yet without exception, they had either been after his money or his looks. Every one of them had been nothing but a pretty vase.

"Yes. Only those with self-respect, self-love, and the drive to become stronger are worthy of being loved."

Zhu Zhuqing coldly swept Dai Mubai a glance, then saw Mo Lang approaching and voluntarily became the third.

As long as she could grow stronger, she too could bear any price!

Soon.

Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar had all undergone Mo Lang's training. Only Ning Rongrong remained.

"Lang-ge, as a support-system soul master, can I skip the training?"

From childhood to adulthood in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong had never been beaten, nor had she ever heard even a harsh word. Running at Shrek Academy had already been her greatest concession. Now she had to be beaten too—of course she couldn't accept it.

Looking at Ning Rongrong's youthful face, Mo Lang thought for a moment before saying, "I know that in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you were loved and admired, and no one dared say a harsh word to you.

"But this is Shrek Academy. Since I am the dean, I must be responsible for all of you. If you only want to fool around, you can go to another academy.

"Only two kinds of people leave Shrek Academy: useless trash who were driven out, or peerless geniuses renowned across the continent.

"I'll give you ten minutes to think. Whether you want to become trash or a genius is up to you. I have never forced anyone."

"Heh, peerless genius? In my eyes, Rong Rong has long been a peerless genius. Her coming to your Shrek Academy is your honor!"

Just as Ning Rongrong was hesitating, an arrogant voice rang out. A figure dressed in snow-white robes appeared above Shrek Academy.

"Sword Grandpa, why are you here!?"

When she saw Sword Chen Xin, Ning Rongrong's eyes filled with delight.

That was right.

The newcomer was Sword Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo.

His originally cold expression softened when he looked at Ning Rongrong, his eyes filled with indulgence as he said kindly, "Sword Grandpa was worried about you, so I came to take a look."

After saying that, Sword Chen Xin turned to Mo Lang, his expression returning to its former chill. "I just didn't expect to hear someone spouting such wild nonsense the moment I arrived. It's absolutely ridiculous.

"I've never seen, nor even heard of, any bullshit body-tempering training.

"Besides, I've never heard of Shrek Academy producing any genius renowned across the continent. What the hell are you supposed to be?"

Sword Chen Xin's appearance immediately made Flender, Master, and the others turn solemn.

Because he was a Titled Douluo!

And he was known as the Titled Douluo with the strongest offensive power, his name engraved on the Pope Decree as the representative of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

That alone was enough to show Sword Douluo's strength.

In the past, they would certainly have treated him with the utmost respect. But now that Mo Lang was here, they were not afraid at all.

But Master panicked.

Having spent six years with Mo Lang, he naturally knew what kind of person the boy was.

With Sword Chen Xin acting as though he had come to demand an explanation, how could Mo Lang possibly swallow his anger?

In his dictionary, there were no words like compromise or endure humiliation.

In his words, it came down to eight words.

Fight if you refuse, face death calmly!

"Never seen it, never heard of it? That only means you're ignorant and poorly informed. Besides, what the hell are you supposed to be? Who are you to point fingers at me?"

Sure enough, the moment Mo Lang opened his mouth, it was obvious he was an old Zaun veteran.

He had spent ten years in Zaun. What kind of trash talker hadn't he seen?

The moment Mo Lang said that, Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the others were stunned. The other party was a Titled Douluo, with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect standing behind him.

Even if you were a peak Titled Douluo and didn't fear him, you still had to consider the power behind him, didn't you?

Were you trying to get us all killed with those words?

Flender panicked.

Even Zhao Wuji panicked.

"Hahaha." Rather than becoming angry, Sword Douluo laughed. Looking at Mo Lang, he said, "Boy, do you know who I am?"

"Sword Douluo, known as the Titled Douluo with the strongest offensive power. But I think you should change that title." Mo Lang said indifferently.

He had been worrying about not having a Titled Douluo to test his skills against. Now that one had come to him, how could he let the other man leave so easily?

If Flender and the others knew that Mo Lang was merely a level 65 Soul Emperor, yet wanted to use the Sword Douluo—known as the strongest offensive Titled Douluo—as a sparring partner, they would definitely cover Mo Lang's mouth.

No, you don't.

"Since you know my name, you still dare provoke me like this? Do you know that if not for Rong Rong's sake, you would already be a corpse?"

Sword Chen Xin narrowed his eyes, and a surge of sword aura abruptly pressed down upon Mo Lang.

"Then let's try it?"

Mo Lang's gaze was firm, wholly unaffected by the sword aura.

The two locked eyes, tension crackling between them.