Sausage Vendor

When Flender arrived, this was the beautiful yet slightly awkward scene he saw.

Lu Yuan dispersed the Spatial Blade in his hand. The amplification faded, leaving him with roughly forty percent of his Soul Power remaining.

The incense stick planted in the ground had yet to burn out.

This showed just how quickly the battle had begun and ended.

The main reason was that Lu Yuan's Martial Soul and soul skills were rather bizarre.

They brought the "strangeness" and "unpredictability" of space to the fullest.

Moreover, Lu Yuan's tactics were completely extreme—if one strike failed, he would flee a thousand miles away.

Zhao Wuji's only mistake had been choosing to take the attack head-on.

If Zhao Wuji had not resisted head-on, but instead dragged things out and fought with restraint, using a Soul Saint's speed to maneuver around him, the outcome would not have been this.

Lu Yuan might have seemed to be fighting easily at the start, but in truth, his Soul Power consumption far exceeded Zhao Wuji's.

Not to mention anything else, merely altering the form of a Spatial Severance had consumed one-tenth of his Soul Power while amplified.

This was truly not something ordinary people could afford to use!

Zhao Wuji gave a bitter laugh. "Little Monster, with your strength, why would you need me to agree to anything?"

"You can't put it that way."

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes. "Let's be frank. I've taken a liking to your position as Chief Examiner."

Chief Examiner?

Zhao Wuji scratched his head helplessly.

What was so good about that position?

Why had he never noticed?

Even when fighting, he had to hold himself back. There was no fun in it at all.

The only somewhat interesting part was getting to knock around those Little Monsters who passed the Third Trial.

But even he did not think much of that little bit of amusement, much less the Big Monster before him who had just defeated him.

In Zhao Wuji's view, fighting the strong was an extremely meaningful thing.

Even if he lost, he could learn from the experience and strive to become stronger.

As for fighting the weak, it was merely a way to pass boring idle time.

So Zhao Wuji did not hesitate in the slightest. He nodded, ready to agree.

"Wait!"

The trees were pushed aside, and a Middle-aged Man stepped out.

"Master?"

Ma Hongjun cried out instinctively.

Lu Yuan looked at the newcomer.

He had short black hair. Three patches of white hair covered the center of his forehead and his temples, while a lock of gray-and-white hair extended from above his forehead and hung beside his left eye.

Nothing else needed to be said—his appearance was certainly distinctive enough.

Not to mention that Ma Hongjun had just let it slip.

Flender!

Lu Yuan silently repeated the newcomer's name in his heart.

Flender pushed up his rigid square glasses, concealing the sharp glint that flashed through his eyes.

If his guess was correct, this Little Monster's request was clearly intended to establish his authority!

Growing stronger or following the strong was a Soul Master's nature.

There was not a single Soul Master who was not like this.

Otherwise, they would not have chosen to walk the path of a Soul Master.

And nothing could better explain the meaning of "the strong" than an actual battle!

If he really succeeded, then the position of captain of the Shrek Battle Team would already be in the hands of the youth before him!

Then what would Dai Mubai do?

The moment that thought arose, Flender found himself caught in a dilemma.

To be honest, he truly did not want to miss out on the talent before him.

But Dai Mubai was clearly a thorny one as well.

When two treasured blades collided, it would pain Flender if either one chipped.

But Dai Mubai's mindset had been unstable lately.

At that thought, Flender sighed.

"I have no objection to Boss Zhao giving you the position of Chief Examiner, but I have some even better proposals for cooperation. Do you want to hear them?"

Flender shot Zhao Wuji a look.

Zhao Wuji nodded, grabbed the utterly bewildered Ma Hongjun, and headed straight for the Training Ground.

Before long, Ma Hongjun was standing on that exceedingly familiar Training Ground.

"Boss Zhao..."

Ma Hongjun seemed to have realized the miserable fate awaiting him, but he still asked unwillingly:

"Could you go a little easier on me?"

"What do you think?"

Seeing the excited, savage grin on Zhao Wuji's face, Ma Hongjun could not help letting out a wail.

Although his newly acknowledged boss really was formidable.

The one beating him up now was not his boss!

"Don't hit me!"

"Don't hit my face!"

"If you hit my face again, I'm fighting back!"

Scorching flames had only just risen when Zhao Wuji slapped them out.

"Fight back! The more you resist, the more excited I get!"

Zhao Wuji clenched his fists hard, producing a crisp crack of bones, then looked at the bruised and swollen Ma Hongjun and swung down without mercy.

"Buy sausages, buy sausages!"

"Come on over, don't miss out! Take a look, have a look!"

"Great quality, fair price, clean ingredients, generous portions guaranteed to fill you up—only five copper coins each!"

The cries, accompanied by bursts of meaty fragrance, actually drew quite a few customers for a while.

The man behind the cart had a face full of whiskers and looked rather old, yet he possessed a pair of large, peach-blossom eyes. As his gaze shifted about, it specifically lingered on the prettier girls among the examinees.

One could not help but sigh: men remained boys until the day they died!

"Give me one."

Oscar stared at the girl before him, stunned for a moment.

She was so beautiful!

Not only was her appearance flawless, but even her temperament was beyond reproach.

At first glance alone, Oscar felt his heart stir.

After receiving no response for a while, Ning Rongrong looked up and discovered that this uncle in front of her was staring at her in a daze.

Her face darkened. Ning Rongrong slapped the table angrily and turned to leave.

Ning Rongrong's sudden outburst startled Oscar as well. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not call her back.

He had indeed been a little too forward.

Still, although that girl truly was his type, her temper was a little too explosive.

He could not handle her.

He could not handle her.

He could not handle her.

Oscar sighed and shook his head.

"Oscar, I'll take all your sausages."

A calm voice rang out.

Oscar was startled and looked toward the newcomer.

An unfamiliar face. He did not know him.

But that did not stop him from accepting such a big order.

After all, within Four Seas, all men were brothers. Who knew—after chatting for a while, they might get acquainted?

He might even be a future junior schoolmate!

"Coming right up!"

As he answered, Oscar turned over the sausages currently roasting, then bragged:

"I'm not trying to boast, but most examinees who've eaten my grilled sausages passed the assessment."

"But in all my years, I, Oscar, have never met anyone as bold as you."

"That just goes to show that passing the assessment is practically a sure thing for you!"

"Stop!"

"Quit blowing smoke!"

Oscar's expression stiffened, but he said nonchalantly, "How is that flattery? Those are all my sincere thoughts!"

"I'm the examiner for the Fourth Trial."

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes and tapped the tabletop on the cart. "Don't try to fool me. Just make one of your First Soul Skill sausages. I just fought Teacher Zhao, and I need it urgently."

Oscar nearly choked.

Although he had never seen this person before, he could tell from his words that he really was someone from Shrek Academy.

Otherwise, there was no way he would know so much about him!

Still, since they were on the same side, things became much easier.

Oscar gave a lewd grin and began reciting that bizarre soul incantation.

Suppressing her anger, Ning Rongrong walked back the way she had come.

She had realized that most of the people in this Shrek Academy were weirdos!

The examiners were weird!

The applicants were weird!

The person leading the way was weird!

Even the owner of that roadside stall was a weirdo!

"At his age, he's still staring at this lady. What kind of manners are those!"

"Did he seriously think this lady would take a liking to him?"

Ning Rongrong muttered under her breath as she walked forward with her head lowered in anger, then slammed straight into someone approaching from the other direction.

Hiss!

Since she had been talking to Tang San and had not been paying attention, Xiao Wu was knocked stumbling.

Fortunately, Tang San reacted in time and steadied Xiao Wu from behind.

But Ning Rongrong was clearly the more unfortunate one.

As a Support-type Soul Master, Ning Rongrong naturally did not possess Xiao Wu's physical strength, nor were her reactions as quick.

And there was no one beside her like Tang San who could help her in time.

Thus, Ning Rongrong was unquestionably knocked onto the ground.

Blankly raising a hand to cover her slightly aching forehead, Ning Rongrong's eyes uncontrollably misted over with a faint layer of tears.

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