Bam!
Another loud crash rang out. The villagers working in the fields looked up, only to see a round, black shadow streak overhead amid a series of shrill screams.
Before the ball could hit the ground, another streak of light, trailing an azure comet's tail, shot across the sky with a roar and caught up with it.
It was that exceptionally stingy Lord Soul Master from the village...
The crowd immediately understood.
They saw Flender, eyes blazing with fury, grit his teeth and let out a furious shout. He bent at the waist, arching his back like a full moon, then swung his leg through the air and landed a precise kick on the little chubby boy's butt.
Bam!
Ma Hongjun's already red butt swelled up even rounder, but at least he didn't hit the ground. Instead, he bounced off his teacher's loving kick and went soaring through the air, getting an early taste of the joy of flying.
"Ah!!"
Look,
he sounded so happy.
Floating in midair, Flender felt refreshed and relieved, and let out a long breath.
He adjusted his glasses and rolled his neck. The wings of his Martial Soul spread out behind him, and he was just about to dedicate himself to his football career when someone suddenly called from behind.
"Principal! Principal! Someone's here to see you!"
Flender turned around.
Shrek Academy currently had only three students, and the ones shouting from the edge of the village were Dai Mubai and Oscar.
Could the people from the brothel have caught up?
That couldn't be right!
I ran so fast! How could they catch me?
Besides, how dare a brothel come after a Spirit Saint like me for money?
As Flender stood there, silently pondering, Ma Hongjun, who had been soaring freely behind him, was forgotten