The Bad Luck Continues

After fleeing for some distance, Flender landed in a small alleyway.

His figure stumbled, and he had to brace himself against the wall with one hand to steady his footing.

The heavy blood loss from his injuries and the desperate escape made him appear quite frail.

His face was deathly pale.

He gasped for air, leaning his back against the wall as he slowly slid down to a sitting position.

He clutched his wound tightly.

Yu Xiaogang, oh Yu Xiaogang, you have truly brought me to ruin this time.

It was supposed to be one Spirit Saint, but it turned out to be two.

And one of them was a Spirit Douluo.

Zhao Wuji had survived being hunted by Martial Soul Hall and the Strength Clan in the past, yet he had died in such a godforsaken place.

Just thinking about it was infuriating.

And the culprit behind all of this was merely a letter from Yu Xiaogang.

It was all because of that intelligence report, which had been riddled with inaccuracies.

If they had known there was a Spirit Douluo, even if they couldn't win, they wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.

Now, this was a fine mess.

How was he supposed to explain this to Li Yusong and the others when he returned to Shrek?

"Sigh!"

Flender couldn't help but let out a sigh, forcing himself to stand up despite his injuries.

His wounds were severe; if he didn't receive timely treatment, even as a Spirit Saint, he couldn't withstand the risk of continuous blood loss, so he couldn't rest for too long.

"Dean, where are you?"

An anxious, tearful voice suddenly drifted over, causing Flender to freeze.

He listened to the sound—why did it sound so much like Oscar?

"I'm here!"

Flender shouted, then headed in the direction the voice was coming from.

Soon, he saw someone running toward him in a hurry.

That person was none other than Oscar, who had run out from Nuoding Academy.

"Dean, I finally found you."

Seeing Flender, Oscar's emotions completely broke down.

Tears streamed down his face like a bursting dam.

"Dean, Fatty, he..."

Oscar rushed up to him, about to pour out his grief, but suddenly noticed Flender's injuries.

"Dean! What happened to you?"

Oscar was shocked and rushed forward to support him.

"Give me a Healing Sausage first."

Flender leaned against him, his voice sounding extremely weak.

Although Oscar's Healing Sausage wouldn't be of much help for his severe injuries, it would still have some minor effect.

"Right, right..."

Oscar didn't dare to hesitate, immediately manifesting his Martial Soul and channeling his Soul Power into his Spirit Ring.

Soon, a Healing Sausage materialized.

Flender hurriedly shoved it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

The healing energy spread throughout his body.

Unfortunately, his wounds were too severe; that little bit of energy had almost no effect, merely slowing his bleeding slightly.

Flender shook his head and looked at Oscar.

"What happened to Hongjun?"

"Fatty, he..."

Oscar hesitated, unable to stop himself from sobbing.

An ominous premonition rose from the depths of Flender's heart.

"What exactly happened to him?"

Flender's expression grew stern, his tone becoming heavier.

"He's dead, wuu wuu wuu..."

After Oscar finished speaking, he couldn't help but burst into loud sobs.

"What?"

Flender was struck as if by lightning, standing frozen on the spot.

Ma Hongjun was dead?

How could this be possible?

With Dai Mubai, a Soul Grand Master, and the many teachers of the academy present, how could Ma Hongjun just die?

Oscar sobbed, "Fatty's Evil Fire suddenly erupted, and he tried to lay a hand on Xiao Wu. To stop him, Dai Mubai suffered heavy injuries."

"This enraged Dai Mubai, and in his anger, he struck a lethal blow, killing Fatty."

"But Dai Mubai was also severely wounded as a result. The academy teachers said that if he doesn't receive immediate treatment, he will be crippled even if he survives."

"Boom!"

Oscar's words exploded in Flender's mind like a muffled thunderclap.

His figure staggered.

"How could it be like this?"

"How could it be like this?"

Flender looked as if he had lost his soul, repeating the same sentence over and over.

He couldn't understand how the situation had reached this point.

How long had they been in Nuoding City?

In less than half a month, they had ended up with two dead and two severely injured.

Was this Nuoding City cursed?

"Dean, are you alright?"

Oscar's eyes were filled with concern as he looked at Flender.

As he spoke, he glanced around.

"Dean, where is Teacher Zhao Wuji? Is he not with you?"

Zhao Wuji?

Oscar's words were like a sharp blade, stabbing fiercely into Flender's heart.

Overnight, his good brother and his good student had both left him forever.

"Pfft!"

Overcome with grief and anxiety, Flender couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of warm blood.

Oscar was terrified and hurriedly reached out to support him.

"Dean, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Cough, cough..."

Flender coughed incessantly, blood constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth.

It was as if he were terminally ill, beyond the reach of any medicine.

"Dean, don't scare me."

Oscar was so anxious that tears streamed down his face.

Ma Hongjun was dead, Dai Mubai was severely injured, and Zhao Wuji was nowhere to be found.

Being "nowhere to be found" in this situation likely meant something had happened to him.

If anything else happened to the Dean, what was he supposed to do?

Flender raised a hand and waved it weakly.

"No... I'm fine."

His words seemed to exhaust all his strength, each syllable fainter than the last.

"Let's... let's head back... back to the academy."

Flender could no longer afford to think about anything else; his top priority was to stabilize his condition.

Although the school doctor at Nuoding Academy wasn't high-level, they would certainly be able to stabilize his injuries and buy him time to find a high-level healing Soul Master.

"Okay, okay, Dean, I'll carry you."

Oscar hurriedly turned around and crouched down.

Flender didn't refuse and collapsed onto his back.

Although Oscar was only a support-type Spirit Master, he was at least a first-ring Spirit Master of over level ten, so carrying someone was no problem at all.

He carried Flender out of the alley and headed in the direction of Nuoding Academy.

Neither of them noticed, however, that the black mist originally gathered between Oscar's brows had begun to spread throughout his entire body at this moment.

It was clearly a sign that a streak of bad luck was about to erupt.

Flender could never have dreamed that even though they were already in such a miserable state, the misfortune had not yet ended; there were still tribulations waiting for him and Oscar ahead.

The Shrek group was destined to be unlucky to the very end this night.

The two had not walked far.

A nightmarish voice suddenly exploded in their ears.

"Well, well, talk about a coincidence."

Hearing this, Flender leaped off Oscar's back like a startled wild cat.

He turned around abruptly to look.

He saw that damned Round-faced Bearded Man and the Thin Tall Man standing not far away, watching them with smiles on their faces.

Damn it, they ran into them even here.

A person could be unlucky, but could they be unlucky to this extent?

Oscar looked at the two men, his heart trembling.

Although he did not understand who these people were, it was not hard to tell from Flender's reaction that they were likely the culprits who had left Dean Flender severely injured.