"Brat! You're right—when you're out in the world, strength is what matters! You hurt someone from Shrek Academy. If you don't give us an explanation today, don't even think about leaving so easily!"
Flender's slightly shrill, gloomy voice came from a street corner not far away, carrying undisguised fury like the cry of a night owl.
Immediately afterward, led by him, Yu Xiaogang, Zhao Wuji, Li Yusong, and the other Shrek Academy teachers hurried through the crowd of onlookers, their faces as dark as water, and entered the scene.
The sight before them sent their anger soaring to its peak—Ma Hongjun lay on the ground like a heap of mud, his face covered in blood, able to let out only faint groans.
Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others stood as if facing a formidable enemy, their faces filled with shock, fury, and humiliation. Yet their opponents were merely a young man and woman who looked extremely young.
Flender adjusted his signature crystal glasses. His gaze behind the lenses was sharp as an eagle's, fixed firmly on the relaxed Jiang Zhen. His voice carried suppressed coldness. "You dare touch someone from Shrek Academy, brat? Are you taking me, Flender, too lightly?"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhen curled his lips into a contemptuous smile, too lazy to even spare this so-called Four-Eyed Owl Spirit Saint a proper glance.
He loosely clenched his right hand, and the moisture in the air instantly gathered and compressed, radiating the vast, majestic aura of the deep sea.
The next moment, a massive, viciously shaped halberd with a cold gleam along its shaft appeared casually in his grasp.
The tip of the halberd pointed diagonally at the ground, yet an invisible pressure seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
"What?" Jiang Zhen's voice was calm, but it carried