Blue Tyrant Renamed

Tang San smiled but did not answer. Instead, he gestured to Xiao Wu with his eyes to continue listening.

Xiao Wu pouted, then obediently turned her head back, lay on her desk, and waited for Qin Ming to continue.

Qin Ming looked at the remaining seven people and continued:

"Team Two, with Dugu Yan as captain and Ye Lingling as vice-captain."

"Members: Tai Long, Bai Chenxiang, Niu Ben, Yang Yukang... a total of nine people."

Dugu Yan sat in the second row. When she heard her name called, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in her eyes.

Ye Lingling sat next to her, her face calm and expressionless.

Tai Long scratched his head and gave a good-natured smile.

Bai Chenxiang pursed her lips, looked at Ma Hongjun thoughtfully, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes.

Niu Ben and Yang Yukang exchanged a glance and nodded.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming continued speaking from above:

"I will personally be responsible for training the second team."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the nine men in the second team, and said in a deep voice:

"I know some of you might be dissatisfied. Why is it that Team One has the Titled Douluo Cult, while Team Two can only have me, the Soul Emperor Cult?"

After he finished speaking, the classroom fell silent for a moment.

Qin Ming's gaze swept across the seven people's faces, and he continued:

"But I can tell you, the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament has never been a competition for one person alone."

"It tests teamwork, tactical application, and each individual's mental fortitude. And these are precisely what I excel at."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an inexplicable confidence as he continued:

"What you need to do is not compete with another team to see whose teacher is more skilled."

"What you need to do is to show everyone at the major competition three years from now..."

"The second team from the Beichen Academy is also not to be underestimated!"

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan raised her head, looked directly at Qin Ming, and slowly nodded.

Ye Lingling remained calm.

Tai Long clenched his fists, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Bai Chenxiang's expression also became serious.

Niu Ben and Yang Yukang exchanged a glance, both seeing determination in each other's eyes.

Seeing the students' reactions, Qin Ming withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice:

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson. Team one, stay behind; I have some things to tell you. Team two, you can go now."

Dugu Yan stood up and led the members of the second team out of the classroom.

Only one group of nine remained in the classroom.

Qin Ming looked at them, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Congratulations on becoming a member of team one."

He paused, then continued:

"However, don't be too happy yet. Being taught by Titled Douluo- level teacher means that your training intensity will be far greater than before. Anyone who can't keep up could be replaced at any time."

His gaze swept across the nine faces:

Do you have confidence?

Tang San spoke first, his voice calm yet firm:

"Have."

Xiao Wu followed closely behind:

"Have!"

Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Mo Xuan, Qin Sheng, and Fang Fu responded in unison:

"Have!"

Qin Ming nodded in satisfaction:

"Alright. Starting tomorrow, your training will be personally overseen by Baihua Douluo. She will communicate the specific training plan directly with you."

He paused, then added:

"You are free to do as you please this afternoon. Get some rest, because things won't be so relaxed starting tomorrow."

The crowd responded in unison:

"Yes!"

On the other side, at the Blue Tyrant Academy.

Blue Tyrant Academy has now been officially renamed Shrek Academy.

The brand-new plaque at the entrance gleamed in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the dilapidated Shrek School of the past.

Ten figures stood crookedly in the square.

Dai Weisi crossed his arms, leaned against a pillar, closed his eyes, and looked drowsy.

Dai Niesheng stood beside him, his back ramrod straight, his gaze calmly fixed ahead.

Dai Mubai, with his hands in his pockets, kicked at the pebbles on the ground with a bored expression.

Zhu Zhuyun stood beside Dai Weisi, while Zhu Zhuying stood beside Dai Niesheng, their hands hanging quietly at their sides.

Zhu Zhumeng stood next to Dai Mubai, glancing up at him every now and then before quickly looking down again.

Jing Ling stood at the very back, head bowed, silent.

Jiang Zhu stood beside him, holding a scepter that was even taller than herself.

The brothers Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin stood at the very edge, and neither of them looked too good.

Their gazes occasionally drifted towards the figure standing in front, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Yu Xiaogang stood at the very front of the square, his expression serious, his gaze sweeping over the ten people below.

He wore a gray robe, his hair was neatly combed, and his chin was slightly raised, trying to create an air of authority.

But the scent emanating from him greatly diminished his authority.

After two years, his Second Trial God of Farts is nearing completion.

The Second Trial was to produce ten million farts.

He's now basically exhausted all ten million farts.

According to his own calculations, the difference should be around 20,000.

Because he had farted so much, he always had a strong smell of farts on him.

The smell was pungent, like eggs that had been rotting for a long time, or like sludge from a sewer being churned up; it was so strong it was suffocating.

He's gotten used to it, but others can't stand it.

At that moment, he stood above, while the students listened to him speak from below.

A gust of wind blew from above, and the strong, pungent smell wafted into their noses.

Dai Mubai's brows furrowed sharply, and he subconsciously took half a step to the side.

Dai Weisi opened his eyes, his brow furrowed, but he didn't move.

Dai Niesheng remained standing upright, his expression unchanged, only his breathing slightly held.

Zhu Zhuyun's face was slightly pale, and her lips were pressed tightly together.

Zhu Zhuying lowered her head and gently covered her nose with her sleeve.

Zhu Zhumeng immediately covered her mouth, almost gagging.

Jing Ling's brows furrowed deeply, and Jiang Zhu's expression also turned grim, her grip on the scepter tightening even more.

Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin's expressions turned even uglier.

Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly.

Yu Tianxin lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, it was hard to tell whether she was trying to suppress a laugh or a fart.

Yu Xiaogang, completely unaware, cleared his throat and said:

"I've called you here today to announce something."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and continued:

"There are still three years until the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament."

"In these three years, you only need to do one thing—prepare for war."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deliberately serious tone.

Below, Dai Mubai rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath:

"If you're preparing for war, can you at least stand back and talk about it from a distance...?"

His voice was very soft, but everyone present was Soul Master; who couldn't hear him...?

Dai Niesheng gave him a light kick, Dai Mubai pouted and stopped talking.

Yu Xiaogang, ignoring Dai Mubai's mutterings, continued:

"The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament is the largest, most influential, and most prestigious Soul Master competition on the continent."

"At that time, young Soul Master from the two great empires, various kingdoms and duchies, and major sects will gather together to compete for the final championship."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and continued:

"And our Shrek Academy, as the most... well... historically significant academy on the continent, is participating in such a competition for the first time. We must deliver results that will convince everyone."

A prestigious university with a long history...

Dai Mubai rolled his eyes again.

How could he possibly say those words?

Yu Xiaogang turned around and pointed to the blackboard that had been temporarily hung up behind him.

On the blackboard, several lines of text were written:

Shrek Academy Team

Captain: Dai Weisi

Vice Captain: Dai Niesheng

Members: Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuyun, Zhu Zhuying, Zhu Zhumeng, Yu Tianheng.

Alternate members: Jing Ling, Jiang Zhu, Yu Tianxin.

Yu Xiaogang turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and said in a deep voice:

"After discussions with Dean Flender, Vice Dean Liu Erlong, and myself, it has been decided that the ten of you will represent Shrek Academy in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament three years from now."

He paused, then continued:

"The captain will be Dai Weisi, and the vice-captain will be Dai Niesheng."

Dai Weisi opened his eyes, glanced at Yu Xiaogang, and said nothing.

Dai Niesheng nodded slightly.

Yu Tianxin's eyes were filled with resentment and indignation.

In terms of strength, he far surpasses Yu Tianheng, but just because Yu Tianheng is Yu Xiaogang's nephew, this good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang repeatedly favors him!

Now it's even more...