040: An Uneasy Night

Everyone exchanged glances, staring at one another in confusion.

It seemed Zhao Wuji had taken that brutal beating for nothing.

"To witness such a monstrously gifted genius, Old Zhao, your beating wasn't entirely in vain."

Flender pushed up his glasses and spoke thoughtfully.

Only in his teens, yet already possessing sixty-second-level Soul Power, with his martial soul "special effects" cranked to the maximum!

A monster of that caliber—let alone seeing one, Flender had never even heard of one!

Li Yusong, Lu Qibin, and Shao Xin nodded. Flender's words made sense.

When they had traveled across the Douluo Continent, they had never even heard of a genius at that level!

Zhao Wuji fell silent. They were not the ones who had been beaten, so of course they could watch the spectacle without caring how serious it was.

After all, the other party had only used a First Soul Skill. Even after Zhao Wuji unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar and Immovable Bright King Body to withstand it, he had still been severely injured!

Even ordinary Soul Douluo could not accomplish such a thing.

"Get some proper rest for a few days."

Flender patted Zhao Wuji's shoulder, then had Li Yusong and Lu Qibin escort Zhao Wuji back to rest.

"Mubai, I'll leave arranging the freshmen's dormitories to you."

Dai Mubai hurriedly nodded at those words. "Yes, Dean!"

After glancing at Tang San, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and the others, Flender nodded imperceptibly. He was very satisfied with these little ones.

Though they did not possess that monster's talent and strength, how many monsters like Kong could possibly appear across the entire Douluo Continent?

With that thought, Flender activated his Martial Soul Possession and vanished.

Dai Mubai swept his gaze around before saying to a white-bearded "old man," "Little Ao, arrange for Tang San to stay in your dormitory."

That white-bearded "old man" was Oscar, who had come to watch the excitement. He had no objections to Dai Mubai's arrangement.

Dai Mubai shared a dormitory with Ma Hongjun, while Oscar lived alone.

"No problem, Boss Dai!"

Oscar replied.

"Little Ao?"

Seeing Oscar's appearance, Ning Rongrong had thought he was some elderly teacher from Shrek Academy.

The moment Dai Mubai and Oscar spoke, she froze.

"Don't let Oscar's appearance fool you. He's actually only fourteen and is two classes above you."

Dai Mubai explained Ning Rongrong's confusion.

Ning Rongrong's mouth fell slightly open, but she stopped herself from speaking.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai did not say more. Shifting his gaze away, he spoke to Oscar again. "Take Tang San back to rest first. I'll bring them to the girls' dormitory."

"Oh, right. Ning Rongrong, I'll have to trouble you to help this girl named Xiao Wu. You two will share a dormitory from now on."

"Mm, all right."

Ning Rongrong nodded. Although she was not a Battle Soul Master, helping someone walk was no problem.

"Zhu Zhuqing..."

Before Dai Mubai could finish, Zhu Zhuqing turned her head away with a cold snort, completely ignoring him.

Dai Mubai gave a helpless, bitter smile before leading the way toward the girls' dormitory.

Ning Rongrong looked at Dai Mubai, then at Zhu Zhuqing. She had the distinct feeling that the two knew each other. There was a story there!

"Sigh... He gets to take three beauties away, while I have to take a..."

Oscar sighed, helped Tang San up from the ground, and headed toward the dormitory.

Night fell.

"X-Xiao Wu!"

Tang San cried out and woke from his "dream."

Opening his eyes, Tang San felt cold sweat slide down his forehead. He had just dreamed that Xiao Wu had been injured!

Wait, that was not a dream!

Feeling the injuries on his body, Tang San immediately recalled what had happened earlier. He had been injured by the assessment teacher!

It was only an entrance examination, yet that old bastard had actually struck to kill.

"Junior Tang San, that girl named Xiao Wu is fine. She'll be better after resting for a day. Could you stop howling?"

Oscar held his forehead helplessly as he spoke.

It was only because he was a food-system support type with little combat ability. Otherwise, he would have beaten Tang San senseless. It was the middle of the night, and everyone had been asleep, yet he was still wailing like a ghost...

Only then did Tang San realize that he seemed to be in some room.

Junior? Hadn't he failed the assessment? Why was this person calling him junior?

After a while, Oscar answered Tang San's questions one by one. He had no choice—Tang San was staring at him with reddened eyes, making Oscar's back run cold.

Tang San felt incredibly dangerous!

Oscar had only failed to see Tang San's battle against Zhao Wuji. Otherwise, he would have been even more intimidated.

Upon learning that he had been admitted to Shrek Academy, Tang San was first delighted, then his expression darkened.

He had yet to avenge Xiao Wu, yet now he had to live under someone else's roof. After thinking carefully for a while, Tang San silently vowed, Don't worry, Xiao Wu. Anyone who dares hurt you will definitely come to no good end!

In the original story, Tang San injured Zhao Wuji with the Dragon Beard Needle and was unharmed himself, thereby avenging Xiao Wu for the backlash from her Soul Skill. Only then did he let go of that grudge.

But now, not only was Tang San injured, he had also failed to avenge Xiao Wu. How could he not hate Zhao Wuji? How could he let go of this grudge!

As a petty man, Tang San had never been a gentleman. If he could not take revenge on the spot and slap his opponent in the face, he would never forget it.

A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years.

A petty man seeks revenge from dawn to dusk.

Zhao Wuji did not know that because he had failed to cooperate with Xiao Wu's Soul Skill and Tang San's revenge, fate had undergone a tremendous change.

"Zhao Wuji, seventy-sixth-level Battle Soul Saint..."

Tang San murmured once more before falling asleep again. His injuries were not light; Zhao Wuji's Vajra Palm was not so easy to withstand!

Zhao Wuji was lying in bed with his eyes closed, resting as he recalled the events of the day.

Four exceptionally gifted students. Little monsters.

And that child called Yu Tiankong.

His martial skills were superb. During the spirit battle, he had not made the slightest unnecessary movement or hesitation, as though he were a merciless fighting machine.

Chopping, sweeping slashes, upward blade strikes...

Had Zhao Wuji not faced countless battles in the past and possessed incomparably rich combat experience, he might very well have fallen there today.

"What a monster! Unfortunately, he has no intention of studying at Shrek Academy."

"Then again, even if he came to Shrek Academy, what could we possibly teach him?"

"What a pity. What a pity."

Zhao Wuji sighed and murmured.

Just then, a gust of wind swept through the window, and an additional figure appeared in Zhao Wuji's dormitory.

"Who goes there!"

Zhao Wuji shouted. He thought some old enemy had come seeking revenge. Looking carefully, though, none of the enemies he remembered seemed to be this person.

They had come neither early nor late, but precisely when he was seriously injured. If this person was not an enemy, then who else could they be!

He had too many enemies; he could not remember every single one...