Leaving Shrek

"Senior Zhao, thanks for going easy on me." Lang Lei withdrew his fist and took a step back.

"Whew... Kid, you're not really only seven, are you?" A trace of lingering fear showed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

"I am indeed seven." Lang Lei rubbed his chest. At the very end, he had still activated his martial soul to protect the spot Zhao Wuji had struck. Though it had weakened the attack considerably, the impact still hurt badly.

After all, his Soul Power Level really was only thirty-six...

Still, this battle had truly gained him quite a lot. Before, he had always relied on overwhelming strength to win, and his control over his body had been terrible. It would have been a blessing if he could bring out seventy percent of his full strength.

This time, he had more or less begun to digest his own strength, and his control over his body had improved considerably.

"Kid, do you know what you're saying?" Zhao Wuji's eyes widened.

Although they had merely sparred rather than fought to the death, judging from the other party's performance, if it had been a life-or-death battle, he would probably have died even faster. After all, combat on Douluo Continent ultimately revolved around martial souls, yet Lang Lei had only used his at the very end. Zhao Wuji had not even seen what it was, only a flash of heavy yellow light.

"Senior, there's no need for me to lie about something like this." Lang Lei stroked Little Griseo's head as she ran over to him, then picked her up again.

"Good heavens. If that's true, wouldn't the entire Douluo Continent be shocked if news of you got out?" Zhao Wuji felt as though his entire worldview had been shattered.

Beyond repair...

He felt like he had lived all these years as a baboon.

"Then, Senior Zhao, I'll be leaving first." Lang Lei bowed and took his leave.

"Huh? You're not enrolling here?" Zhao Wuji blurted out, then immediately came to his senses. "Right. I suppose there isn't much we can teach you anyway..."

"You flatter me, Senior Zhao. I still have many shortcomings to make up for. It's just that I feel it would be better for me to gain experience through actual combat." Lang Lei spoke modestly.

"Fine..." Zhao Wuji looked at the boy before him, who was supposedly only seven, with an incredibly complicated expression. "Then old Zhao won't stop you. While you're at it, call those little monsters over for me too."

"Alright. Then, Senior Zhao... may we meet again if fate allows." Lang Lei bowed once more to thank Senior Zhao, whose help had improved his strength considerably, then turned and left.

After only a few steps, Lang Lei arrived beside Tang San, Ning Rongrong, and the others with Griseo in his arms.

"Senior Zhao told you to go over for your test."

"Mm, what about you? Did you pass? Will we become classmates?" Even a little witch like Ning Rongrong had been won over by the battle just now. Combined with Lang Lei's decent looks and mysterious aura, Ning Rongrong admitted that she was a little attracted to him.

"If nothing unexpected happens..." Lang Lei paused, then changed the direction of his words. "That won't be possible."

"Huh? Is Shrek Academy blind or something?" Ning Rongrong could not help complaining. Even Zhu Zhuqing could not help nodding.

"This was not Shrek Academy's decision, but my own." Lang Lei spoke up slightly for Zhao Wuji, lest Li Yusong really go and fight Zhao Wuji to the death later. "After this battle, I feel that constant real combat suits me better."

"I suppose so..." Ning Rongrong looked at Lang Lei. Almost all direct descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were support-type Spirit Masters and lacked combat power, so they had to continually recruit Battle Spirit Masters to compensate for their weaknesses.

As the most talented among the descendants of Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she was destined to become the future Sect Master. But that also restricted her future partner to a Battle Spirit Master rather than a support-type Spirit Master.

So, rather than choosing someone she did not know at all, she would rather find someone she liked and felt something for.

"Where are you going? Can I come with you?" Ning Rongrong asked decisively. She had run away from home to have fun anyway, so what difference did it make where she played?

At those words, Lang Lei frowned. What was this eldest young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect trying to pull? He would have to be brain-dead to agree to let her follow him!

He already had a grudge against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The only reason he had not killed her now was because Sword Douluo Chen Xin had once saved his life, yet she had come right up to him anyway?

"No!" Lang Lei refused without hesitation.

"Huh?" Ning Rongrong had not expected him to reject her. Stunned for a moment, she took the initiative to reveal her identity. "I'm the daughter of the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

In Ning Rongrong's eyes, there was no reason for him to refuse. After all, she knew she was not bad-looking—red lips, white teeth, exceptionally fair skin, and delicate features.

The little girl in his arms was indeed adorable, a beauty in the making who would surely grow into a woman capable of toppling kingdoms.

But she was still so young! It was not as though he could do anything with her. Unlike Ning Rongrong, who was right here!

Besides, she had already revealed her identity. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the Upper Three Sects and the richest one! Her Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone were both Titled Douluo!

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing were indeed shocked. Their impression of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was that it was powerful and wealthy, and they had not expected the beautiful girl who was about to become their classmate to have such an enormous background...

Though each of them had quite the background as well.

Yet to their surprise, Lang Lei's expression did not change at all. He merely looked coldly at Ning Rongrong.

"So?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded again.

"You're the precious eldest young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. What does that have to do with me?" Lang Lei shook his head. "I'll be going now. I wish you luck on your test."

With that, Lang Lei walked around them and quickly left with Griseo in his arms, leaving Ning Rongrong standing there in a daze.

"Damn it! That guy! He actually dared to reject me!" Ning Rongrong was so angry that she stopped pretending to be ladylike, stomping her foot furiously on the spot.

"Shall we go?" Tang San asked the others tentatively.

Without saying a word, Zhu Zhuqing headed toward the testing grounds.

"Hmph! I'll definitely have Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone teach him a lesson someday!" Ning Rongrong stomped her foot again and walked toward the clearing where Zhao Wuji was.

Tang San shook his head at everyone's reactions, then pulled Xiao Wu, who had been hiding behind him the whole time, toward Zhao Wuji.

"Alright, now it's your test. I hope you won't disappoint me..."

"Brother Lang Lei, it seems like quite a few people are following us..." Before they had gone very far, Griseo suddenly lay against Lang Lei's shoulder and spoke.

"Mm, I know. Thank you for the reminder, Little Griseo." Lang Lei nodded. This was within his expectations.

After this, if nothing unexpected happened, things probably would not be too peaceful...