Could he have wanted to meet a Soul Beast with a particular talent so badly that he was seeing things? Thinking this, Song Mu returned to his reclining chair and went back to sleep.
Before long, the sound of an argument coming from the dormitory building woke Song Mu.
Song Mu looked up, ready to see what was happening. But the moment he did, he couldn't look away.
Two people had come out. One had short blue hair, and the other had short pinkish-blue hair.
The one with blue hair was Huo Yuhao, whom Song Mu had seen yesterday.
As for the boy with pinkish-blue hair, Song Mu guessed he was Wang Dong.
What caught Song Mu's eye was Wang Dong—not his appearance, which rivaled Song Mu's own, but the six red words above his head: A Remarkable Talent.
This had to be that so-called Soul Beast with a particular talent! Song Mu was practically quivering with excitement.
The person he'd vaguely seen earlier, the one with words above his head, had been Wang Dong.
Soul Power surged, and the King Ball appeared in Song Mu's hand in an instant. As long as he threw it and hit Wang Dong, his Martial Soul would awaken.
But Song Mu gripped the King Ball tightly, hesitating to throw it.
When he'd tried to catch Mu En and Huo Yuhao before, he'd only been fooling around. He knew full well there was almost no chance it would work.
But this time was different. He could even feel the King Ball trembling in his hand, as though the moment he let go, it would fly straight to Wang Dong on its own.
He wasn't acting yet because he was weighing the pros and cons.
Wang Dong's identity was no ordinary one. She had come to Shrek Academy disguised as a boy. Her real name was Tang Wutong, and she was the daughter of Sea God Tang San.
If he caught her, Tang San would definitely notice.
But what if he didn't? In all six years, Song Mu had never seen anyone with a talent displayed above their head.
It was true that in a month, a Titled Douluo from Shrek would take him to Star Dou Forest to search for a Soul Beast.
But what if he still couldn't find one with the right conditions? Wouldn't that mean his Martial Soul could never awaken, and he'd be stuck at level ten for the rest of his life?
Though he didn't understand why Wang Dong, a human, met the conditions for capture, Song Mu knew that if he missed this chance, it would be hard to find another.
In the end, Song Mu decided to catch her. If anything serious happened, he could always release Wang Dong afterward.
He sprang to his feet, startling Mu En beside him.
On the open ground in front of them, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were already facing each other, ready to fight.
"Hey! You, the kid with the pinkish-blue hair! Catch!"
Song Mu called out to Wang Dong as he flung the King Ball with his right hand.
Wang Dong was entirely focused on Huo Yuhao. Hearing Song Mu out of the blue, he didn't have time to react and instinctively caught the red ball flying toward him.
The instant Wang Dong touched the ball, he felt a powerful force of attraction pull him toward it. Then he lost consciousness.
Everyone except Wang Dong saw him freeze the moment he touched the ball, remaining motionless in the act of catching it. Mu En, however, made out a little of what was going on.
The red ball broke free from Wang Dong's hand, flew into the air, wobbled, then flew back into Song Mu's hand.
Song Mu gripped the ball, staring fixedly at the motionless Wang Dong.
A dozen or so seconds passed before Wang Dong moved again.
First, he looked at his palm and saw that the red ball was gone. Then he looked at Song Mu and saw the ball in his hand.
"What did you do!" Wang Dong shouted angrily at Song Mu.
Seeing that nothing else had happened, Song Mu let out a sigh of relief.
Wang Dong was still standing there, but the King Ball had definitely caught something. Song Mu wasn't sure what it was; he'd have to go back to the dorm and check.
"Nothing. I was trying out a Soul Skill. Sorry about that."
"Are you crazy?" Wang Dong cursed.
On the other side, Huo Yuhao saw the red ball and remembered it was the same one Song Mu had asked him to touch yesterday. But when he'd touched it then, he hadn't felt a thing.
He didn't dwell on it. His priority now was to fight this irritating roommate.
Huo Yuhao shouted, "Are we fighting or not?"
At that, Wang Dong turned around and focused on Huo Yuhao again. "Why wouldn't we?"
Seeing that Wang Dong was no longer paying attention to him, Song Mu hurriedly sent his consciousness inward and clearly sensed the thrilling truth: his Martial Soul had awakened.
Now he had to get back to the dorm and properly study his Martial Soul, and take a look at the first Soul Beast he'd caught.
"Old man, I'm heading off first." With that, Song Mu hurried into the dormitory building.
Mu En's eyes were now fully open. He stared at Song Mu's back until Song Mu entered the dormitory. Then space rippled, and Mu En vanished along with his reclining chair.
Mu En had left, but Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong didn't notice at all.
At last, the two began to fight.
Wang Dong struck first. Thanks to his superior physical strength, he kept Huo Yuhao firmly on the defensive.
But that was all he could do—keep him on the defensive.
Huo Yuhao seemed able to predict Wang Dong's moves in advance. Every time Wang Dong made a move, Huo Yuhao was already prepared to counter it.
Suddenly, Wang Dong felt as if someone had struck him on the head with a hammer. A wave of pain shot through him. By the time it passed, Huo Yuhao had already pounced on him.
Wang Dong knew that if Huo Yuhao got hold of him, he would lose.
How could he accept being beaten by this loser of a Soul Master, who had only one white Soul Ring?
Wang Dong's Soul Power surged. He released his Martial Soul, sending Huo Yuhao flying.
Huo Yuhao was hurled through the air and hit the ground hard with a cry of pain.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't use your Martial Soul?"
Before the fight, Wang Dong had boasted that he could beat Huo Yuhao without using his Martial Soul. Now he'd released it—wasn't that because he knew he was going to lose and was changing the rules?
Huo Yuhao glared at Wang Dong, his hands clenched tight.
Wang Dong withdrew his Martial Soul and sauntered over to Huo Yuhao, sneering. "I have a Martial Soul. Why shouldn't I use it? Did you think everyone's Martial Soul was as useless as yours, so useless you don't even dare bring it out?"
"Now, you have two choices: stay in the dorm and follow my rules, or get out."
Huo Yuhao felt as though Wang Dong had become a different person. His tone just now in the dorm had been completely different from the way he spoke now.
What he was saying now was almost exactly like the things people in the Duke's Mansion had said to mock him.
At that moment, he desperately wanted to charge forward and fight this hateful guy to the death.
But he couldn't. He had worked so hard to get into Shrek Academy, where he could study and grow stronger, where he had hope of avenging himself. He didn't want to leave.
"I'll follow your rules." Huo Yuhao concealed the killing intent in his eyes and spoke in a low voice.
"At least you know what's good for you." Wang Dong snorted and turned toward the dormitory.
Huo Yuhao climbed to his feet and watched Wang Dong's retreating back, silently swearing that once he grew stronger, he would make Wang Dong pay a hundredfold!
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