Beat Dai Mubai, Flender Appears

Lion Douluo stood where he was, showing no intention of sitting.

Dai Mubai walked over holding a cup of tea, his waist bent low, putting on an appearance of extreme respect.

"Your Excellency, please have some tea."

Lion Douluo lowered his head and glanced at him.

"Just a moment ago, weren't you quite arrogant, little brat?"

The hand holding the tea stiffened for a moment.

"If you can beat me, I'll return everything."

Lion Douluo recited his words exactly as they were, his tone indifferent.

"These were your words, weren't they?"

Dai Mubai's expression turned somewhat awkward.

He opened his mouth to say something, but not a single word could come out.

Lion Douluo stopped looking at him and swept his gaze toward the crowd of parents and children.

The parent who had been driven away earlier, not knowing where he found the courage, suddenly rushed out from the crowd and fell to his knees before Lion Douluo with a thud.

"My Lord! Please, you must decide this for us!"

He pointed at Dai Mubai, his voice trembling.

"This lousy academy is a scam! We pay ten gold soul coins, and if the age test doesn't pass, they don't refund it! They even threatened us!"

"My son was considered a genius back at his primary academy, but not only did this place refuse to admit him, they even looked down on us!"

His words were like a match thrown into a vat of oil.

The crowd exploded instantly.

"That's right! My neighbor's child was the same! Last year they paid the fee, were told they didn't qualify, and didn't get a single cent back!"

"What kind of Shrek Academy is this? It's just a den for swindling money!"

"I heard that last time a parent refused to accept it, they beat him up and threw him out!"

"My Lord, you must stand up for us!"

The parents clamored, their voices growing louder and louder.

As Lion Douluo listened, the curve of his mouth grew wider.

He turned his head and looked at Dai Mubai once more.

"It seems your academy doesn't have a very good reputation."

Sweat began to bead on Dai Mubai's forehead.

"Truly, like principal, like student."

After saying this, Lion Douluo let out a cold snort through his nose.

Just one sound.

"Hmph."

The sound was not loud, but accompanied by the pressure of his soul power, it slammed directly into Dai Mubai's chest.

Dai Mubai's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, flipped twice in the air, and only stopped when it crashed into a thick tree trunk three zhang away.

With a crack, a fissure appeared in the trunk.

Dai Mubai slid down from the tree and collapsed onto the ground, already unconscious.

A trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

The entire plaza fell silent in an instant.

Everyone stared at the golden-haired youth lying motionless on the ground, then back at Lion Douluo, their eyes filled with terror and awe.

Lion Douluo hadn't even moved a hand.

He had only snorted.

A dignified three-ring Soul Venerable couldn't even withstand a single snort.

This was a Titled Douluo.

Lion Douluo brushed some non-existent dust off his chest armor and was about to say something when his nose suddenly twitched.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the waiting line.

Soon, his eyes locked onto a young girl in a pink dress.

The girl was about eleven or twelve years old, with a long scorpion braid hanging down her back and large eyes; at this moment, she was huddled tightly behind a youth in blue, her body trembling slightly.

Lion Douluo's eyes lit up.

A hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

To think it was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form.

But he was in no rush.

Now was not the time to deal with this matter.

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the academy gate.

Inside the gate, several people were hurrying out.

Walking at the front was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, with two plasters stuck to his face, one eye bruised, and a slight limp in his gait.

Flender.

Behind him followed Li Yusong and a chubby middle-aged man with a belly so large he looked eight months pregnant.

Shao Xin, a teacher at Shrek Academy with a food-type martial soul.

Further behind was a burly man with short hair, a cold, rigid face, and an aura of iron-blooded warfare about him.

Zhao Wuji.

One of the only two Soul Saints at Shrek Academy.

The group reached the academy entrance and their expressions shifted upon seeing Dai Mubai lying unconscious on the ground.

Flender's eyelid twitched.

Yet he did not flare up, nor did he even demand an explanation.

He walked quickly to Lion Douluo, cupped his hands, and bowed low.

"I am Flender. May I ask who Your Excellency is?"

His voice was respectful, leaving no room for criticism.

Lion Douluo looked down at him.

"You are Flender?"

"Indeed."

"I am the Fourth Consecrator of the Consecration Hall, Lion. Was it you, this mangy bird, who kept Ji Ye under house arrest for six years back then?"

"Ji... Ji Ye? He went to Spirit Hall?"

"It seems I'm right."

Flender's heart skipped a beat.

"Your Excellency, what did that boy tell you?"

Lion Douluo did not answer the question.

He extended a finger, pointing first at Flender, then at the unconscious Dai Mubai on the ground.

"What I didn't expect, however, is that a three-ring Soul Grandmaster from your academy could be so arrogant."

"Threatening commoners in public—what impressive might."

Flender's expression changed.

"Your Excellency, there might be a misunderstanding—"

"A misunderstanding?"

Lion Douluo's voice suddenly rose an octave.

"I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, and you tell me it's a misunderstanding?"

Flender was forced back two steps by the shout, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Zhao Wuji stepped forward, shielding Flender.

He looked up at Lion Douluo, his expression grim.

"Your Excellency, you are a Titled Douluo. Is it truly appropriate for you to lay hands on us juniors?"

Lion Douluo looked down at him.

"Who are you?"

"I am Zhao Wuji, Vice Dean of Shrek Academy."

"You are the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji? How interesting."

Lion Douluo laughed, his voice booming.

The next second, his gaze suddenly turned cold.

The pressure of a nine-ring Titled Douluo was released without reservation.

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black.

The terrifying pressure radiated outward, stunning everyone present.

Zhao Wuji's legs went weak instantly.

The gap between a Soul Saint and a Titled Douluo was simply too vast.

Flender and the other teachers were also forced to their knees by the sheer weight of the pressure.

The surrounding students and parents had long since retreated dozens of zhang away, everyone trembling.

Lion Douluo withdrew his pressure.

Zhao Wuji and the others lay on the ground, gasping for air, their clothes soaked through at the back.

"I didn't come here today for any other reason," Lion Douluo's voice returned to a calm state.

"I am simply here to teach you a lesson on behalf of Ji Ye."

"I must say, you mangy bird, you really are a madman."

"When he was six, you discovered a child in a village who had awakened twin spirits with innate full soul power."

"You bribed a deacon of Spirit Hall and failed to report the information."

"You kept that child trapped by your side for six years, refusing to let him leave or allow anyone to find him."

"Isn't that... utterly shameful!"

With every word Lion Douluo spoke, he took a step closer to Flender.