Inside the office, Xuan Zi paid no attention to the cluttered wine bottles and food scraps on the desk. Both hands clenched the intelligence report from the Star Luo border tightly, and his breathing grew abnormally heavy.
His clouded eyes were now wide open as he scrutinized every detail recorded in the letter, word by word.
"Level 39, killed a five-ring Evil Soul Master..."
"Used a hundred-thousand-year Death Spider Emperor to kill a Seven-Ring Soul Saint by proxy..."
As Xuan Zi read, he rapidly reconstructed the circumstances in his mind.
As a Level 98 Super Douluo, he had seen his share of so-called peerless geniuses.
But he knew very well that due to the special nature of their Martial Souls, Evil Soul Masters were often stronger in actual combat than Soul Masters of the same level.
A mere twelve-year-old three-ring Soul Elder, facing pursuit from a Soul Saint three major realms above him, had not only avoided a mental breakdown but had precisely used his surroundings to complete a counter-kill. Such cunning and courage had already surpassed the category of "genius."
"Excellent, truly outstanding." Xuan Zi murmured, even forgetting to swallow the saliva in his mouth.
At that moment, a powerful desire filled the depths of his heart.
For many years, one of his most important duties in Sea God Pavilion had been to seek out and cultivate Shrek Academy's next generation of successors.
In his view, if Shrek could recruit this genius with Double Pupils and exceptional combat instincts, then for the next several decades—or even a century—Shrek Academy's position as the continent's leader would be unshakable.
A prospect of this caliber, so long as he did not fall midway, was virtually guaranteed to become a Super Douluo or even a Limit Douluo in the future.
"This is the