Shrek Seven Devils

"Level 30?" Flender was somewhat surprised as well.

The Shrek Seven Devils were equally stunned. Every one of them had thought themselves geniuses, yet someone with even higher Soul Power had appeared.

Flender looked at Zhao Zilong and asked, "What is your name? What is your Martial Soul?"

Zhao Zilong answered neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Teacher, my name is Zhao Zilong. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass." As he spoke, he released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Two deep yellow soul rings appeared beneath his feet.

"Blue Silver Grass?" The Shrek Seven Devils behind him were equally shocked.

"It's actually Blue Silver Grass, the same as Xiao San's, and his Soul Power is even higher than Xiao San's." Dai Mubai felt his worldview being overturned. How could anyone cultivate a useless Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass to such a level?

"He has Blue Silver Grass too." Tang San was even more shocked. He secretly thought, Then he should be like me, someone with Twin Martial Souls. If he only had Blue Silver Grass, there was no way he could have cultivated to this level at his age...

Xiao Wu also looked utterly incredulous. "Xiao San is one thing, but how did he manage to cultivate Blue Silver Grass to such a high level too?"

Looking at the two soul rings, Flender said in astonishment, "These soul rings should both be over eight hundred years old, shouldn't they? They're nearly a thousand years old! The second soul ring is one thing, but even the first soul ring is over eight hundred years old."

"Over eight hundred years?" The others felt their worldviews shatter as well.

Tang San had always believed deeply in his teacher Yu Xiaogang's theories. Logically speaking, a first soul ring could not possibly exceed four hundred and thirty years, so how had Zhao Zilong done it?

Zhao Zilong had no intention of answering such questions. The more he answered, the more troublesome it would become. He asked, "Teacher, can I enroll now? Or do I still need to undergo an identity assessment?"

Flender laughed before explaining, "Our academy's rule is to recruit monsters. Only talented Soul Masters under thirteen with Soul Power above level 21 may enter our academy. However, they must still undergo rounds of examinations and selection. Those above level 25 Soul Power may proceed directly to the final practical combat assessment, while those above level 30 are exempt from all examinations and may enroll directly. Zhao Zilong, congratulations on joining Shrek Academy."

"Little Monsters, you have another monster companion. Hong Jun, there's still an empty bed in your dormitory. When we get back, take him there."

Ma Hongjun grinned. "Got it, Teacher."

He then smiled at Zhao Zilong. His already chubby face squeezed together like a chrysanthemum, making Zhao Zilong awkwardly return the smile.

Then Zhao Zilong realized that the system had been silent the whole time. He thought, System Girl, I want to check in with Tang San...

You have already checked in once today. You may only check in with one person per day. Please return tomorrow to check in... System Girl's mature, feminine voice quickly replied.

"Zilong, go stand over there too," Flender said.

"Alright."

Standing on a podium, Flender looked at the group and said, "Little Monsters, all of you possess monster-level talent. You seven have gotten to know one another over the past few days, but today we have a new student. Introduce yourselves one by one—your Martial Souls, names, and ages—so everyone can get acquainted."

"Mubai, you're the oldest, so you go first."

"Yes." Dai Mubai stepped forward and looked at Zhao Zilong. Naturally, he wanted to befriend such an exceptionally gifted genius. He held out his hand and said, "My name is Dai Mubai. I'm fifteen, my Martial Soul is White Tiger, and I'm a level 37 Assault Type Battle Soul Master. You can call me Mubai directly, and I'll call you Zilong. Is that alright?"

"Of course, Old Bai." Zhao Zilong did not stand on ceremony and directly shook Dai Mubai's hand.

At the same time, he observed Dai Mubai. The man was born with heterochromatic eyes and a seductive air, handsome features, and an innate arrogance that radiated from his bones.

"Old Bai..." Dai Mubai's eye twitched at Zhao Zilong's form of address. Seeing how familiar Zhao Zilong was acting despite having just met him, Dai Mubai felt somewhat awkward. Still, being a straightforward person, he did not mind it. He patted Zhao Zilong on the shoulder and said, "If there's anything you don't understand at the academy, come ask me."

Oscar soon came over as well, casually throwing an arm around Zhao Zilong's shoulder. "My name is Oscar. I'm fourteen, my Martial Soul is Sausage, and I'm a level 30 Food Type Soul Master. You can call me Xiao Ao. If you want to eat sausages in the future, I'll give you a thirty percent discount."

"Alright." As he spoke, the two shook hands. Oscar had peach blossom eyes set deep in their sockets, giving him a profound air. His face was as fair as jade, handsome and well-proportioned, with a roguish smile always hanging at the corners of his lips. He looked like a dashing young nobleman, and he was even slightly more handsome than Dai Mubai.

Then came Tang San. Tang San's appearance was quite plain, even ordinary, but there was a trace of deep charm in his eyes. He held out his hand and said, "My name is Tang San. I'm twelve, my Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I'm a level 29 Control Type Battle Soul Master. Both of us have Blue Silver Grass as our Martial Souls. If we have time, could we exchange pointers?"

"Of course." Zhao Zilong smiled.

Their hands clasped, and Tang San continued, "Brother Zilong, does your Martial Soul follow the control path as well?"

"Control? Probably not entirely. Although it has some control abilities, it's somewhat different from traditional control types. I feel it leans more toward assault or agility attack." Zhao Zilong thought for a moment before saying, "Forget it, it doesn't matter. As long as I can defeat my enemies, that's enough."

"Uh, that's true." Tang San smiled awkwardly, feeling somewhat disappointed that Zhao Zilong had not chosen the control path.

Ma Hongjun was even more excited. He rushed over, grabbed Zhao Zilong's hands with both of his, and smiled like a chrysanthemum. "My name is Ma Hongjun. I'm twelve, my Martial Soul is Fire Phoenix, and I'm a level 26 Assault Type Battle Soul Master. By the way, how old are you?"

"Twelve."

"I know you're twelve. I'm asking which month you were born in," Ma Hongjun immediately clarified.

Zhao Zilong looked confused but answered anyway, "December 8th. Why?"

Hearing that, Ma Hongjun was instantly delighted. "I was born on August 22nd, more than three months before you. You can call me Brother Hong Jun or Brother Ma." Since they had already shared their ages, Ma Hongjun knew that while he was not the youngest, he had the lowest Soul Power. Because of Dai Mubai, everyone called him Fatty, so he wanted to establish himself as the big brother in front of this new junior student.

"Brother Zilong, ignore him. Just call him Fatty," Dai Mubai immediately said, exposing him.

Ma Hongjun was instantly displeased. These guys were always bullying him. He glared resentfully at Dai Mubai with his tiny eyes. "Boss Dai, what nonsense are you talking about?"