My head.
It was about to explode.
Zhao Wuji struggled out of a haze of chaos, and the first thing he felt was a splitting headache.
Then came the burning pain in his left cheek, as though a red-hot branding iron had viciously kissed it.
He abruptly opened his eyes.
What greeted him was the familiar, shabby ceiling of Shrek Academy's infirmary.
The air was thick with the scent of cheap medicinal herbs.
What was going on?
Wasn't I giving those brats their entrance test?
When he turned his head, two large faces were practically pressed against his.
One was Flender's four-eyed face, full of "shrewdness" and "stinginess."
The other was Yu Xiaogang's eternally unchanged zombie face.
Yu Xiaogang had also arrived at Shrek Academy by now.
Flender must have urgently summoned him.
At that moment, the expressions on both faces were astonishingly identical.
Solemn.
As grim as if their mothers had died.
Zhao Wuji propped himself up in bed and rubbed his burning face.
Hiss—
It hurt like hell.
He spoke blankly, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"How did I get here? What about the test? Where are those little monsters?"
His memory still lingered on the instant he activated his Martial Soul Avatar, when that world-destroying power filled his entire body.
Right, the Great Strength Vajra Bear!
I was awe-inspiring back then!
Flender gave a dry cough and pushed up his crystal glasses.
A complicated glint flashed across the lenses.
The test was over.
He paused, then calmly said in the tone of someone delivering an autopsy report.
"You, Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Ming King, said nothing to a six-year-old child."
"Then, you slapped yourself."
"And knocked yourself unconscious."
The air fell deathly silent.
The confusion on Zhao Wuji's face froze, cracked, then erupted into volcanic fury within a