The Black Hand Clan Stirs

Qiangu Dongfeng closed his eyes, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepening.

Meanwhile, the students of Shrek Academy had already set out.

The fourth- and fifth-year students went ahead first. Most of them were around twenty years old, and most were at the level of five-ringed Soul Kings. A few particularly powerful ones had even reached the level of Soul Emperors and forged their own one-word Battle Armor.

They wore Shrek Academy's uniform school uniforms, with waist badges engraved with the academy's emblem hanging at their sides. Their steps were light and confident. Some rode Soul Guidance motorcycles, some traveled in Soul Guidance Cars, and some even released their martial souls and flew through the air. They traveled in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing without the slightest hint of tension on their faces.

They had already experienced Final Exams like this before.

During the first three years of Shrek Academy's Outer Court, there would always be this sort of "challenging the dojo" Final Exam.

The academy would designate a fixed destination and require students to challenge local experts along the way, honing their practical combat abilities. Though these challenges carried some difficulty, no one had ever truly encountered danger.

Because Shrek's name was the best protective charm.

No one dared lay a hand on Shrek's students, and no one dared refuse Shrek respect.

Even if they lost a challenge, the local factions would politely see them off and would not dare make things difficult for them.

Some places even deliberately sent weaker opponents in order to curry favor with Shrek, allowing Shrek's students to win easily and happily.

So they were not worried.

Since the requirements did not forbid them from traveling together as before, they were happy to head toward the East Sea region