Beat Flender, Discovering the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast Xiao Wu Who Has Taken Human Form

Flender took a step back with every sentence he heard.

Eventually, he was forced against the crumbling wall of the academy, his back pressed against the bricks with nowhere left to retreat.

"What? This Dean is actually that kind of person!"

"I think I know; that child was an orphan. I remember he awakened a decent martial soul six years ago, but I have no idea where he went after that."

"Keeping him trapped for six years? Is this man a lunatic?"

The surrounding parents couldn't help but curse Flender one after another.

If not for the fact that the other party was a Spirit Master, they likely would have started pelting him with stones right then and there.

Twin martial souls? Innate full spirit power? Didn't Teacher say that twin martial souls and innate full spirit power are extremely rare? Tang San thought to himself.

He then noticed Xiao Wu trembling behind him.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong?"

"Xiao... Xiao San, let... let's go, okay? Let's not join this academy..." Xiao Wu said, trembling, not daring to even glance at Lion Douluo.

Tang San was a bit confused.

"It's alright, Xiao Wu. Let's wait a little longer. Since Teacher recommended this academy to us, it must have its unique merits. We shouldn't be deceived by appearances."

In truth, Tang San was also having his doubts.

The Dean of this Shrek Academy was indeed somewhat insane.

To actually keep a child trapped for six years.

Lion Douluo looked down at Flender from his towering height, enunciating every word.

"That child is now a member of my Spirit Hall."

"As his senior, it is only natural that I seek justice for him."

With that, Lion Douluo raised his fist and slammed it toward Flender.

He didn't use a shred of spirit power.

Before Flender could even react, he was sent flying by the blow.

His glasses were shattered beyond recognition.

Flender lay on the ground, his face bruised and battered, blood from the corner of his mouth smeared with dirt across his face.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about resisting.

But the pressure of a Title Douluo weighed on him like a mountain; he couldn't even manifest his martial soul, forced to be beaten like a dead dog.

Lion Douluo leaped over and smashed a fist into his shoulder, causing his bones to crack with a sharp sound.

Flender let out a muffled groan, cursing inwardly.

Ji Ye, you little brat.

If I had known, I shouldn't have been so polite to you.

I should have just locked you in the academy so you couldn't even run away.

Lion Douluo landed another punch, this time to his stomach.

Flender vomited the bile from his stomach.

"Still unconvinced?" Lion Douluo snorted coldly.

"I know exactly what you're thinking the moment your eyes shift."

Flender didn't dare to think anymore.

Lion Douluo grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up, delivering two resounding slaps to his face, left and right.

Flender's glasses had long since flown off, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and two of his teeth had been loosened.

Zhao Wuji stood to the side, his eyelids twitching incessantly.

He wanted to step in and mediate, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

One was a Title Douluo, the other a Spirit Saint; there was a gap of two major realms between them.

If he went up there, it would be no different from serving himself up on a platter.

Zhao Wuji looked away, not daring to watch any longer.

He silently whispered in his heart: Old friend, I'm sorry.

He had known about that child, Ji Ye, back then.

Six years old, twin martial souls, innate full spirit power.

When Flender first told him the news, his first reaction was disbelief.

His second reaction was that if such a genius could come to Shrek, that would be perfect.

He had even advised Flender not to force it if the person wasn't willing, saying that a twisted melon wouldn't be sweet.

Flender hadn't listened.

"A genius like this—if we let him go, we won't find another in this lifetime."

These were Flender's exact words.

Zhao Wuji hadn't said anything at the time.

Because he, too, had his own selfish motives.

If a genius like this truly came to Shrek Academy, the benefits to the school would be immense.

So, he chose silence.

He remained silent for six years.

Now, the person in question had come knocking at their door.

Sigh.

Zhao Wuji let out a long breath.

What is destined to be yours will come in time; what is not, you should not force.

Flender should have understood this principle, but it was too late.

The onlookers had initially found the scene satisfying, clapping and cheering.

But as they watched, they couldn't bear to look any longer.

It was too miserable.

A middle-aged man had been pinned to the ground and beaten for an hour, his face swollen to the point where even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

A few soft-hearted parents shook their heads and led their children away.

"Let's go, let's go. Stop watching. You'll have nightmares tonight."

"I doubt this academy can stay open much longer. Let's head home."

"What about the refund... should we still ask for it?"

"Do you dare? Didn't you see how furious the Spirit Master is?"

The crowd gradually dispersed.

At the entrance of the massive Shrek Academy, only a few people remained standing.

A young girl in a cyan dress, looking about eleven or twelve, possessed a pure temperament.

A young girl in a pink dress hid behind a boy in blue, her body still trembling.

The boy in blue shielded her, his expression calm, though his eyes were grave.

There was also a girl with a cat's tail and a remarkably voluptuous figure, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit that accentuated her stunning curves. She tilted her head as she watched Lion Douluo beat the man, her face devoid of expression, as if she were watching something rather uninteresting.

The four of them had not left.

Lion Douluo shook his hands, loosening his wrists.

One hour.

Fist to flesh, no spirit power used—pure physical labor.

It had been a long time since he felt this refreshed.

He glanced down at Flender on the ground; the man had already passed out, blood bubbling from his nose like a dead fish.

Most of the anger in his heart had dissipated.

Lion Douluo turned around, preparing to leave.

Then, he saw those few people.

The girl in the cyan dress.

The boy in blue and the girl in pink behind him.

The girl with the cat tail.

Lion Douluo paused for a moment.

These little ones hadn't been scared off?

Their courage was not bad at all.

However.

His gaze fell upon the girl in the pink dress.

His eyes changed.

That look was like a man who had walked through the desert for three days and three nights suddenly catching sight of a clear spring.

A hundred-thousand-year spirit beast.

A hundred-thousand-year spirit beast in human form.

The corners of Lion Douluo's mouth slowly curled up, and he strode toward Xiao Wu.

Tang San noticed the look in Lion Douluo's eyes.

That was not the gaze one directed at a person.

That was the gaze one directed at prey.

Xiao Wu was trembling.

From the moment Lion Douluo appeared, she had been trembling.

Now that Lion Douluo was walking toward her, her legs felt as if they had been filled with lead; she could not take a single step.

She wanted to run.

But her body would not obey.

A hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form was no different from a rabbit in the face of a Titled Douluo.

It seemed she was a rabbit to begin with.

Lion Douluo walked up to Xiao Wu, but Tang San blocked the way between them.

Tang San cupped his hands and bowed deeply.

"I am Tang San, greetings, Senior."

His voice was steady, his expression respectful.

Lion Douluo lowered his head to glance at him.

Blue robes, black hair, ordinary features, though his eyes were quite bright.

But no matter how bright, it was useless.

Lion Douluo flicked his hand.

Tang San's body flew backward, rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop against a rock.

He was not injured, however.

Lion Douluo had not used any real force.

But the meaning behind that flick was clear.

Do not stand in the way.