Douluo: Ruo Tuo Save Me

Flender stood before the group and spoke expressionlessly.

Looking at the eight children before him, he felt quite gratified.

Ever since the Golden Iron Triangle had disbanded, he had brought a group of old brothers here and founded Shrek Academy.

His dream had been to cultivate the continent's top talents, but reality had slapped him across the face.

No money, no resources, no mimic cultivation grounds—aside from teachers, they basically had nothing.

He could only seek another path...

"Right, Zhong Li and Oscar, stay behind. You don't need to attend tonight's class. I have different tasks arranged for you."

Upon hearing this, the group that had been about to leave instead stayed put.

They also wanted to know what task the Dean would assign Zhong Li. As for that bearded uncle, who was he?

"Alright, Dean."

Zhong Li and Oscar answered at the same time.

Zhong Li: Flender probably isn't twisted enough to make me run twenty laps, right?

"Since you want to hear it, then stay and listen together."

Seeing that no one had left, Flender did not force them to go. What he was about to say was no secret anyway.

"Oscar, tell me: on the battlefield, what is the most important thing for a Support Type Spirit Master?"

Flender spoke calmly.

Oscar had been at Shrek Academy for many years. He was a child Flender had brought back from elsewhere.

"What is most important for a Support Type Spirit Master? Powerful buffs? Shields? Healing? Or the ability to fly?"

Tang San was also pondering the question. Zhong Li was the first Support Type Spirit Master he had encountered.

As for Nuoding Academy, even though many children from other places had come there, he had never encountered any other Support Type Spirit Masters.

Only then did Ma Hongjun and Oscar realize that Zhong Li was actually a Support Type Spirit Master! Wait, Zhong Li, Support Type? Was he that Innate Full Soul Power genius?

"Reporting to the Dean, it's running away!"

Oscar truly deserved to be someone who had stayed at Shrek Academy for so many years.

"That's right. Support Type Spirit Masters basically have no combat power. Once they reach the battlefield, they are always the first to be targeted. So you must learn how to run away!"

Flender's stern description gave everyone a vague sense of the battlefield.

"Oscar, your task today is to run twenty laps around Shrek Academy. No food until you finish. Go..."

"Yes!"

Oscar did not waste words and immediately began running around Shrek Academy.

Slacking off? Dream on. Did he think the Four-Eyed Cat Eagle martial soul was just for show?

"Zhong Li, what do you think is the most important thing for a Support Type Spirit Master?"

Flender spoke gently. The sudden change made Tang San and the others widen their eyes!

Was this really necessary? Such blatant favoritism!

"By universal rationality, survival is the most important thing for a Support Type Spirit Master."

This was not a game. If one died, one truly died.

Tang Hao certainly would not be coming back, anyway.

Running away? Could a Support Type Spirit Master outrun a Battle Soul Master of the same rank?

Even Defense Type Spirit Masters had physiques far stronger than Support Type Spirit Masters. Could he outrun them? Wasn't that nonsense...

"Mm, not bad. I know you can fly, but what if you encountered another Spirit Master who could also fly, such as myself? What would you do then?"

Flender asked again. This was also a situation Zhong Li might encounter in the future.

He wanted to prepare Zhong Li in advance.

But he did not know whether his eyes were playing tricks on him. He seemed to see the corners of Zhong Li's mouth lift slightly into a strange smile.

If it were you, I would reject and retain, and then, this is the way of heaven—All-Encompassing...

Zhong Li said, "I would call for help!"

Everyone: ...

Flender was dumbfounded. Was that what he had asked?

Yet Zhong Li's answer did not seem wrong.

Flender was a level seventy-eight Soul Saint, and an Agility Attack Type Soul Saint who could fly.

Zhong Li was a level forty-three Support Type Soul Ancestor. If he did not call for help, what else was he supposed to call?

"Zhong Li, training like running is of no use to someone who has already reached level forty-three."

"How about this? For now, focus on practicing your flight ability and the use of your Spirit Skills."

"Once Teacher Zhao returns, I'll have him train you separately. While you practice flying these days, keep an eye on Oscar as well."

After breakfast, Zhao Wuji had headed straight for Nuoding Academy in Nuoding City.

He was going to see his father and deal with those matters!

Flender did not stop him. Instead, he told Zhao Wuji that if he needed help, all he had to do was say the word.

What? Dean! They were both Support Type Spirit Masters. Was this really appropriate?

"Alright, Zhong Li, go supervise Oscar. The rest of you should return and rest early! Tonight will be exhausting! Heh heh heh..."

After saying that, a pair of wings suddenly appeared behind Flender, and he vanished with a flap.

Zhong Li did not linger either. He released the Wind Element God's Eye and "flew" away using the Levitation passive. He was going to find Oscar...

Only after Flender had flown back to his office did he remember.

He had gathered everyone early because he wanted to tell them not to leave the academy at noon. The ingredients Zhong Li had given them were being cooked...

But because of Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire problem, he had forgotten...

"Forget it. There's so much that everyone should get some. A Ten-Thousand-Year Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear... Zhong Li's father must be at least a Soul Fighting Douluo by now!"

It was worth mentioning that when Zhao Wuji left, he had not forgotten to cut off some bear meat to take with him...

Shrek Academy was not very large. Zhong Li soon found Oscar, who was running.

Oscar was eating his own martial soul—a sausage!

He had not eaten breakfast before the assembly bell had summoned him.

Oscar's martial soul was a sausage.

As meat, it could not only fill his stomach, but also restore Soul Power and stamina. He was also a true Innate Full Soul Power genius.

"Eh, Zhong Li. Are you here to run too?"

Oscar suddenly noticed Zhong Li appear beside him. Since they were both Support Type Spirit Masters, he assumed Flender had arranged for him to run as well.

But Zhong Li's posture did not seem quite right.

He was actually watching him from about three meters above the ground...

"No! I'm here to watch you run!"

"..."

Suotuo Great Soul Arena

One person flew in the sky while another chased on the ground.

Oscar ran indignantly. They were both Support Type Spirit Masters.

Why was he running while Zhong Li was supervising him?

Supervising was one thing, but the key was that Zhong Li was flying!

Around noon, he even saw Dean Flender come over warmly to call Zhong Li away for lunch!

As evening gradually fell, a crescent moon slowly rose.

Aside from Oscar, the students had all assembled.

Oscar had finished his twenty laps by evening, but today, not only had his body been tempered, his mind had also suffered greatly.

Aside from Flender warmly calling Zhong Li to eat, his teacher Shao Xin had even brought Zhong Li sweet soup in front of him that afternoon!

There had been none for him! At such a young age, he had already suffered a vicious beating from xx...

Zhong Li had not needed to participate in the evening's special training, but he had come anyway.

It would not be bad to take a look at the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Since everyone is here, let's set off. Our destination: Suotuo City!"

After Flender finished speaking, he took the lead and ran ahead.

Of course, he did not possess some divine skill that transformed Soul Power into a horse. He was simply running ahead without using his martial soul.

As they ran, the difference in everyone's speed became apparent.

Zhong Li was not running. He was floating. Why walk when he could fly?

Other than him, Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu were in the first group.

Dai Mubai had high Soul Power, while Xiao Wu, though an Assault Type Spirit Master, was a rabbit. Rabbits were not slow.

In the second group, it was not Tang San, who was using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, but Zhu Zhuqing.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was a movement technique for evading attacks. It did increase movement speed somewhat.

But it had no particular advantage in straight-line acceleration.

The last two were the Defense Type Zhao Yun and the Assault Type Ma Hongjun.

Although Ma Hongjun's martial soul was the Evil Fire Phoenix, he could not fly yet...

Before long, the group appeared in a teahouse beside the Suotuo Great Soul Arena.

"Dean, it's only their first day of school. Are you taking them to a place like that already?"

Dai Mubai asked.

That was a Soul Fighting Arena where one could be injured by accident, or even die.

Even the most ordinary Gambling Fights could result in such situations.

After all, Spirit Skills had no eyes. Who could guarantee they would not get hurt?

Zhong Li sipped his tea and looked at the massive circular building of the Great Soul Arena. It was quite magnificent.

The tea tasted rather good. It was worthy of costing ten Gold Soul Coins per cup.

Dai Mubai had ordered the tea. With Flender's stinginess...

"How can a Spirit Master's path ever be smooth? Sooner or later, you will all experience these things. I'm merely bringing you here early to get a taste of it."

As Flender lectured them, he smelled the fragrance of the tea, picked up his cup, took a sip, and continued.

"Mubai, this tea is quite good. Help me pack up two taels later."

Tea that cost ten Gold Soul Coins a cup—Flender's profiteering nature was showing.

Dai Mubai: I should be under the carriage, not inside it.

Forget it. It was only a little money. He would bring some back for the Dean.

Tang San, who was sitting nearby, suddenly asked, "Dean, are we going to participate in matches at the Soul Fighting Arena?"

Tang San was not stupid. With the Soul Fighting Arena building next door and what Dai Mubai and Flender had said, he had roughly figured out what they were going to do.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he did not particularly like places such as Soul Fighting Arenas.