Teacher Erlong's Private Tutoring! The Shrek Students Sneaking a Taste of Shit? Flender's Generosity?!

The two chatted and laughed as they made their way to the outer perimeter of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Some time ago, they could still enter openly through the main gate,

but as Fei Xue's reputation grew day by day, more and more spies kept watch at the entrance.

To avoid unnecessary trouble,

for the past few days, Ling Xiao had used his abilities to cover for her every time they entered.

This time was no exception.

When she emerged from the shadows on the street corner, a thin layer of mist had already enveloped her.

Veiled by the mist,

she was like an invisible person as she leisurely entered the Soul Fighting Arena under countless searching gazes.

"So? Have you still not gotten that 'Snow Madman'?"

The person in charge of the Soul Fighting Arena was getting anxious.

"Sir! Sir—Fei Xue has already registered and entered the waiting hall!"

A supervisor as thin as a bamboo pole hurried over to report.

"Good, good!"

The old man wasn't surprised in the slightest, only letting out a sigh of relief.

"That master always comes and goes like a ghost... As long as she's here, that's good!"

Before long, Qian Renxue's opponent was announced.

Skywater Academy's Shui Bing'er!

Inside the waiting hall.

"Hello, I'm Shui Bing'er, captain of the Skywater Team from Skywater Academy."

"I've heard a lot about you. I hope we can spar and improve together."

Qian Renxue turned around,

and found herself facing a pair of deep-blue eyes.

Behind Shui Bing'er stood seven or eight girls in Skywater Academy uniforms, all staring at her curiously.

"Hello. I'm happy to spar, but I won't go easy on you in the ring."

Qian Renxue was surprised. Given her reputation, she hadn't expected anyone to come up and greet her of their own accord.

But the other girl was so polite that she couldn't very well keep a cold face.

"Of course. I won't go easy on you either."

Shui Bing'er smiled faintly.

Xue Wu, Shui Yue'er, and the others also looked Qian Renxue up and down in amazement.

Earlier, when Shui Bing'er had said she wanted to come over and say hello,

they'd tried to talk her out of it,

thinking she'd surely get a cold shoulder.

They hadn't expected Qian Renxue to be nothing like the arrogant, overbearing person described in the rumors.

And she was so handsome, with such a lovely voice!

"When you compete, do you really never use your Martial Soul or Soul Skills?"

"We heard you're honing a Self-Created Soul Skill. Is that true?"

"And you, you bet a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins every time. Your family must be rich, right? But why have I never heard of you?"

Seeing how approachable Qian Renxue was,

Shui Yue'er, Shen Liuyu, and the others couldn't help blurting out all the questions they'd been saving up.

"I really do plan to create my own Soul Skill. As for being rich—that's just a rumor."

Qian Renxue picked and chose what to answer.

Nearby, a crowd of Soul Masters watched Qian Renxue surrounded by a bevy of beauties, chatting and laughing. They were green with envy.

"That pretty-boy! The match is about to start, and he's still flirting with girls. You can tell he's no good!"

Watching the long-legged beauties of Skywater Academy, Ma Hongjun was so envious that drool trickled from the corners of his mouth.

Dai Mubai was no different.

Especially when he saw the sisters Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er, his mind flew straight to a certain night.

Only when he felt a bone-chilling coldness did he hastily put on a stern face and criticize them:

"These two don't look like opponents at all. They look more like accomplices who've rigged the match."

"I seriously suspect—"

"That all this stuff about not using their Martial Souls or Soul Skills is just match-fixing!"

"Don't jump to conclusions! Even if everyone else is blind, do you think I'm blind too?"

Hearing Dai Mubai's words, Liu Erlong wasn't pleased.

She'd seen Qian Renxue's performance in the ring with her own eyes. Wasn't he slapping her in the face?

"Teacher Erlong, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding... I, I..."

Dai Mubai instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He'd only been trying to find himself a way out,

and had spoken without thinking. He hadn't expected to offend this she-devil...

He didn't want to be dragged away for "private tutoring"!

"Right, right! Boss Dai didn't mean it like that!"

Oscar quickly popped his head out from the side to smooth things over, wearing a fawning grin as he tried to explain on Dai Mubai's behalf.

"What Boss Dai meant was,

after so many matches, that kid couldn't have won every single one through his own ability.

He must have pulled some tricks behind the scenes and just happened to get away with it."

"Right, right! Xiao Ao is right!"

Dai Mubai said hastily,

"Teacher Liu Erlong, you'll see when you watch the match. He definitely isn't fixing it!"

"All right, enough of this nonsense."

Yu Xiaogang straightened his robe and spoke with an air of pride.

"Let's see how he performs first. Once I've watched his match, I'll find his weakness and draw up the most detailed plan for you!"

"Right, right, Xiao Gang is right!"

"This time, I've really splurged and gotten you a VIP spot. The view is absolutely first-rate!"

"Come on, hurry up. The match is about to start—"

"If we're late, someone else will take it!"

Flender wore a pained expression. But when he thought of how winning the match could earn them back a hundred or even a thousand times what he'd spent, he decided—it was worth it.

"Dean! You're so generous!"

"Long live the dean!"

It was rare to see Flender, that stingy miser, part with a single feather. Oscar and Dai Mubai were practically moved to tears.

Tang San was curious too.

Was this newcomer really as incredible as the rumors claimed?

Where had he come from, this person who defeated opponents without using his Martial Soul or Soul Skills?

He had no idea.

But maybe, by studying the fighting style and techniques, he could use his own knowledge to figure out the other person's identity and origins.

Yet his lofty ambitions vanished the moment he stepped into the "VIP viewing area."

"Wait... Dean, this is the great spot you were talking about? These are the VIP seats?"

Tang San and the others were about to cry.

"Hmph! A bunch of ingrates!"

Flender berated them without holding back.

"Just tell me: is this spot close to the ring or not?"

They looked at the edge of the ring, barely a dozen meters away, and nodded miserably.

"Close..."

"Just tell me: is this spot spacious or not?"

They looked again at the ordinary stands in the distance, where people without seats were packed together like meat pies, and nodded once more.

It was spacious...

"But Dean—you can't make us stand right outside the latrine!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think we were sneaking a taste of shit!"

Dai Mubai threw his head back and howled.

Before he'd even finished speaking,

a series of wildly inappropriate, continuous, muffled poots sounded from the outhouse stall behind them.

An even more overpowering stench spread through the air like something tangible,

and the group was so thoroughly fumigated that their eyes rolled back. They nearly dropped dead on the spot!

Not only did they have to endure poisonous fumes and swarming insects,

but, even worse...

they had to bear the scornful looks cast their way from the nearby stands.

That was what truly broke them inside!

"I got this spot through my connections!"

"Just look at how jealous everyone else is. Their eyes are practically red, and they still can't get in!"

Flender kept a straight face as he went on, spittle flying.

"Besides, this is a test of your physical and mental fortitude!"