Bitch Face

As he said this, admiration appeared on Dai Mubai's face. "The teachers at our academy are all Soul Masters unwilling to seek shelter under any force. In other words, before the academy was founded, they were all lone wolves. They liked freedom and hated restraints. They even disdained the titles of nobility bestowed by the empire. Think about it—under such circumstances, what income could they possibly have?"

Lan Xue asked, "Why wouldn't they want the titles provided by the empire? Wouldn't titles come with a certain income? As I recall, reaching level thirty earns one the baron title bestowed by the empire, while level forty earns a viscount title. There's nothing beyond that."

Ning Rongrong answered for Dai Mubai, "Accepting an imperial title also means taking on the obligation to serve the empire. Once war breaks out, under the empire's summons, imperial nobles must obey its orders and head to the battlefield. A noble title may be nice, but it is also a binding curse. Many powerful Soul Masters refuse noble titles precisely because they do not wish to casually sell their lives to any faction."

Just then, a series of clangs suddenly came from outside.

Dai Mubai hurriedly rose to his feet. "That's the bell summoning us from the headmaster. Fatty, take them straight to the main training ground. I'll go get Zhuqing." With that, he quickly left the dining hall.

Watching his departing back, Ma Hongjun muttered, "Boss Dai seems a little different. I've never seen him care so much about a woman before."

Ning Rongrong burst into laughter. "How old are you? And you're already talking about women this and women that."

Ma Hongjun snorted and said proudly, "I may not be very old, but I've had women before. Hurry up. The headmaster doesn't like people being late." As he said this, his body seemed to shudder. Clearly, he had suffered for it before.

By the time the four arrived at the main training ground, the bleary-eyed Oscar was already there. He was holding a sausage he had made himself and eating it.

Oscar's appearance had changed dramatically.

Most notably, the beard on his face was gone.

When Tang San saw him, he nearly failed to recognize him. Without his beard, Oscar looked completely different.

Ma Hongjun had previously said that both Dai Mubai and Oscar had bitch faces. That had obviously been born of jealousy, but only now did Tang San understand what Ma Hongjun envied.

Dai Mubai was already extremely handsome, especially with those evil double-pupiled eyes that easily drew attention. Yet in terms of looks alone, he still could not compare to Oscar, now free of that thick beard.

His peach blossom eyes were deeply set, giving him an air of depth. His face was as fair as jade, handsome and well-proportioned. His brows were neither too thick nor too thin, and a carefree smile hung on his face. No matter how one looked at him, he resembled a dashing young nobleman. Of course, no matter how handsome a nobleman was, gnawing on a sausage in his hand did not make for a particularly elegant sight.

"Your beard..." Tang San stopped beside Oscar and could not help pointing at his face.

Oscar chuckled, quickly swallowed the sausage in his hand, and lowered his voice. "Didn't a few beauties just arrive? If I don't clean myself up a bit, how am I supposed to catch their attention? You have no experience in this area, do you? Boss Dai clearly has his eye on that icy girl. Lan Xue is yours, and Fatty's evil fire doesn't exactly attract girls. So Ning Rongrong is my target. You won't compete with me, right?"

Tang San patted his forehead. "May I ask how old you are this year?"

Oscar answered without hesitation, "Fourteen. Why?"

Tang San suddenly realized that if one wanted to test their mental fortitude, Shrek Academy was clearly not a bad choice. Leaving aside the teachers, every single one of these students was a monster. Even he himself possessed hidden weapon techniques that did not belong to this world, didn't he?

Dai Mubai soon arrived with Zhu Zhuqing. Zhu Zhuqing was clearly keeping a certain distance from him, while Dai Mubai's expression was equally unpleasant.

Oscar laughed gleefully. "Looks like Boss Dai got shot down again. His foolproof flirting methods have finally hit a wall this time."

While they were talking, a middle-aged man walked over from the other side of the training ground.

The moment Tang San saw this man, he was visibly startled. The newcomer appeared to be around fifty years old, with a sturdy build and highly distinctive features. His chin protruded slightly, his cheekbones were broad, his face was flat, and he had something of a hooked nose. If he had to be compared to something, his face looked somewhat like the sole of a shoe. Though his eyes were closed, he still gave off a somewhat crafty impression. A pair of black-framed crystal glasses rested on his face, with stiff, square frames.

Tang San said in surprise, "Isn't that the uncle from before?"

Oscar said in astonishment, "What uncle? That's our esteemed headmaster, the founder of Shrek Academy, Four-Eyed Cat Owl Flander. He's a level seventy-eight Soul Saint, even stronger than Teacher Zhao. And he possesses a flying-type Beast Spirit Soul, which is quite rare even among Battle Soul Masters. Fatty is his direct disciple."

Lan Xue murmured, "Level seventy-eight... I never expected that famous saying, 'We only accept monsters, not ordinary people,' to come from him. Uncle Great Sausage, does our academy have any Soul Masters at the Soul Douluo level?"

Oscar shook his head. "Please call me Oscar, Sausage Specialist. Do you think Soul Douluo are vegetables you can buy anywhere? Across the entire continent, there are no more than a hundred experts above the Soul Douluo level. They are all supported by the empires and the kingdoms under them. As for Titled Douluo, there are only around ten between the two great empires. They aren't so easy to encounter."

Not easy to encounter? Isn't the one standing right in front of you a Titled Douluo?