Early morning.
The Shrek Academy training ground rang with continuous booms as two figures fought fiercely. Before long, one of them was blasted away, smashing hard into a large tree before sliding down.
Dai Mubai spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva and glared viciously at the figure who had stopped in front of him.
"Tang San! I, Dai Mubai, will never coexist with you in this life! If you don't kill me now, I'll kill you one day!"
"You couldn't even force out my Martial Soul. You think you can kill me?"
Tang San looked down at him arrogantly, shaking his slightly numb palm after their head-on clash. His tone was full of disdain.
"Come to think of it, you've already taken the path of Courting Death. If not for the fact that you're also a member of Shrek, I'd have slaughtered you right now." He snorted, cast him a contemptuous glance, then turned and walked away.
Only after the fight ended did the terrified Oscar and Ma Hongjun dare step forward to help Dai Mubai up.
"Boss Dai, have a sausage first and recover a little."
Oscar quietly handed him a Recovery Sausage, but Dai Mubai, consumed by rage, slapped it out of his hand. "No need!"
He stared fixedly at Tang San, who was lounging leisurely in a reclining chair, his eyes filled with endless fury.
He had been crippled—badly crippled. The academy had pulled strings to find a high-level healing-type Soul Master to treat him, but only his external injuries had been healed.
For anyone, this outcome would be an irreconcilable, life-and-death grudge!
Not far away.
Zhu Zhuqing stood with her arms folded beneath the eaves, watching it all unfold with a calm expression, neither sad nor happy.
This person could no longer bring her hope.