Are There Any Normal People Here?

"Give it back to you?"

Danheng let out a derisive snort. Did Tang San really think he was an idiot who could be sweet-talked?

Would an experienced Hidden Weapon expert accidentally miss with a single shot?

"Yes. I'm sure Mister Danheng wouldn't forcibly keep something that belongs to someone else."

Tang San's face was plastered with a hypocritical smile. With so many people watching, Danheng surely wouldn't...

"Then it seems you were mistaken."

Danheng rolled his fingertips, and the Dragon Beard Needle in his hand instantly crumbled into dust.

"I don't have what you want. But if you hand over every one of those things you have, I can consider sparing your life."

The moment he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure swept through the entirety of Shrek Academy.

Danheng had shielded Zhu Zhuqing beforehand, so she was unaffected. The others, however, did not fare so well.

Zhao Wuji and Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai, who had been hiding in the distance and observing, and Flender in his office were all rendered unable to move beneath that pressure.

Tang San's back was forced to bend, and his knees slammed to the ground hard enough to crack the floor beneath them.

"There is a price to pay for treating me like someone easy to talk to and easy to fool."

Danheng's indifferent voice rang by Tang San's ear, but Tang San clearly had no strength left to respond.

"I'll hand them over..."

Tang San clenched his teeth and painfully forced out those two words.

Because he saw that Little Wu had already woken up and was being crushed flat against the ground by the pressure.

To make Danheng withdraw the pressure as quickly as possible, Tang San could only grit his teeth and hand over every Dragon Beard Needle he had worked so hard to obtain.

"Not bad. I'll give them to March and Stelle to play with as toys."

Danheng put away the Dragon Beard Needles and withdrew the pressure weighing on everyone.

Even this had been restrained. If he were to unleash the Dragon Lord's power...

Forget it. These people did not warrant that.

Perhaps only when facing those Titled Douluo would he need to use the Dragon Lord's power.

"Miss Zhuqing, since you have enrolled, I shall not stay any longer. Thank you for your help during this time. Until we meet again."

Danheng ignored the gazes around him. After briefly bidding Zhu Zhuqing farewell, he prepared to leave.

"Senior Danheng!"

Who knew where Zhu Zhuqing found the courage? She actually reached out and grabbed Danheng's hand. Yet when she looked into his eyes, her mind went completely blank.

She had rehearsed her farewell words countless times, but now that they reached her lips, she could not say a single one.

"Th-thank you."

In the end, Zhu Zhuqing could only let go of his hand and turn all the words she wanted to say into those simple three words.

"You're welcome. Cultivate diligently."

"Senior... until we meet again."

As she watched Danheng's departing figure, a thought quietly arose in Zhu Zhuqing's heart and gradually became firmer.

"Old Zhao! Didn't I tell you not to fight that man?"

"Look at the state of the academy! Repairs will cost money again. Are you paying for them?"

Not long after Danheng left, Flender rushed over and immediately unleashed a barrage of curses at Zhao Wuji.

"No, Boss, I didn't make a move!"

Zhao Wuji was as aggrieved as could be. Not only had he been battered for half a day by a little hedgehog covered in strange trinkets, but now he had been directly blamed for it as well.

If not for their years of friendship, Zhao Wuji would have wanted to turn around and leave on the spot.

"If it wasn't you, then who was it? Don't tell me it was these little monsters who just enrolled?"

Flender could tell from Zhao Wuji's aggrieved expression that he was not acting, but he could not think of anyone else who might be responsible.

"Oh, I'm Flender, the Dean of Shrek Academy. Little monsters, have your senior Dai Mubai take you to the dormitories."

Seeing Tang San and the others staring at him with puzzled expressions, Flender introduced himself and dragged over Dai Mubai, who had been hiding not far away.

"Boss, this is what happened..."

After the students left, Zhao Wuji explained the whole sequence of events to Flender.

"No, wait a moment."

As Zhao Wuji spoke, Flender suddenly interrupted him.

"You're saying that you were forced to use your sixth Soul Skill by that little monster named Tang San?"

Looking at Zhao Wuji's somewhat embarrassed expression, Flender did not know whether to be angry or laugh.

You were a level seventy-six Battle Soul Sage, with the Vajra Bear as your martial soul, yet a little brat below level thirty forced you to use your sixth Soul Skill?

"Yeah, Mister Danheng was also offended by that Tang San."

Zhao Wuji then told Flender about how Tang San had deliberately fired a Hidden Weapon to ambush Danheng, instantly sending him into a furious rage:

"That idiot! Did he think he could fool Danheng with just a few words? Does he not have a brain at all?!"

"Forget him for now. You said earlier that the little girl with the Hell Spirit Cat martial soul had reached level thirty-four Soul Power?"

After thinking for a moment, Flender decided not to concern himself with Tang San, that Spring Bamboo, for the time being. Zhu Zhuqing, a little girl at level thirty-four, was clearly far more worthy of his attention.

"Yes, and her third Soul Skill—"

After hearing Zhao Wuji's description, a trace of emotion appeared in Flender's hawk-like eyes.

"From your description, her third Soul Skill most likely came from a soul beast called the Netherclaw Panther. Those soul beasts are extremely difficult to catch."

"I heard Dai Mubai say that before Zhu Zhuqing came to our academy, she was only a Soul Grandmaster."

"You mean—"

Zhao Wuji and Flender exchanged a glance, both understanding what the other meant.

They had to take good care of this little girl!

Otherwise, if Danheng came back one day and saw her being bullied, would he not tear Shrek Academy apart?

"Zhao Wuji, come out!"

Suddenly, a deep voice rang out from outside the academy.

Bang! Crash! Thud!

After a vicious beating, Zhao Wuji sat sprawled on the ground, bruised and swollen. Only one sentence continued to echo in his ears:

"I hope you remember this: he is my son!"

What, was Old Zhao really such a terrible person?

First, he had been tormented by Tang San's Hidden Weapons; then Danheng's pressure had pinned him so thoroughly that he could not move. Now, he had inexplicably taken another beating.

But Little Wu being injured, the Hidden Weapon ambush, and Tang San's defeat—none of that had been his fault!

"Wah, Boss, I want a vacation! I want to rest! I want to go out and have fun!"

Zhao Wuji wailed at Flender in near-collapse.

"Uh... sure. Looking at you like this... pfft."

Flender kept an exceptionally stern expression, forcing himself not to laugh.

"Still, I reckon Lord Haotian will probably go trouble Danheng."

Flender had guessed correctly. After beating them up, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, directly caught up to Danheng, who had yet to begin attempting to "speedrun" the entire Douluo map.

"Oh, you're here to fight."

At that moment, Danheng looked at Tang Hao across from him, holding a massive hammer and surrounded by nine Soul Rings, and could not help wanting to laugh.

Were there even any normal people in this world?

A Titled Douluo had come to seek justice for his son after that son ambushed someone and got taught a lesson instead?

"Weren't you quite arrogant when you bullied my son during the day? So now I'll bully you too. What's the problem?"

"Pfft—"

It was clearly a very serious situation, yet Danheng burst out laughing.