I'm smashing Spirit Hall outside, and you're beating my son in the academy.

Flender exited the office and paced back and forth in the hallway.

The old fellow pushed up the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose, the more he pondered, the more he felt something was off.

That miserable screaming from Yu Xiaogang didn't sound like pleasure at all; it sounded more like a pig being slaughtered.

Besides, that was his office. If those two ended up covering everything in blood and indescribable fluids, it would be absolutely disgraceful.

"No, I have to go back and check. At the very least, I need to make them put down a sheet!"

Flender slapped his thigh and turned back toward the office.

As soon as he entered, he froze in place once again.

Yu Xiaogang was sprawled out in a pool of blood, foaming wildly at the mouth, and his crotch was stained a dark, bruised red—a truly ghastly sight.

And Tang San?

Because the Bad Luck Talisman was still in full effect, the boy had just finished his sliding kneel and tried to stand up, only to twist his ankle.

To maintain his balance, he was hopping frantically on one leg, waving his hands about in a chaotic frenzy.

Seeing this, Flender's eyes nearly split from rage, and he pointed at Tang San's nose, cursing him roundly.

"You unfilial disciple! You've bitten your master into this state, and you're still dancing around over there?!"

Tang San was on the verge of tears, hopping as he explained, "Dean, it's not what you think! I didn't mean to! I can't control myself! This leg has a mind of its own!"

"Get out of the way!"

Flender couldn't be bothered to listen to his excuses; facts spoke louder than words.

He, the Four-Eyed Owl—could it be that all four of his eyes had gone blind?

He rushed forward, scooped up Yu Xiaogang, and sprinted outside.

"Shao Xin! Old Shao! Help! Someone's dying!"

Flender roared at the top of his lungs, tearing through the academy at full speed.

The commotion was so great that it startled Zhao Wuji, Li Yusong, and the others who were sunning themselves on the training grounds.

The group gathered around, but as soon as they got close, they were stunned by the tragic sight in Flender's arms.

Zhao Wuji gasped, subconsciously covering his own crotch. "Hiss, Flender, your friend has some pretty twisted tastes, doesn't he? Even more hardcore than old Zhao here?"

"Shut your mouth!" Flender was drenched in cold sweat. "Where's Old Shao? Hurry up and get some candy beans!"

Shao Xin, wearing a white apron, ran over. He looked down at Yu Xiaogang's mangled lower regions, and his face turned green on the spot.

"This—this injury is a bit too unique, isn't it?"

"Flender, my candy beans are for restoring stamina and soul power, they don't cure eunuchs!"

"Cut the crap, save his life first!"

"I've got a big cigar—bah, wrong line. I've got a Recovery Candy Bean!"

Shao Xin sighed helplessly, rolled up a few candy beans, and shoved them into Yu Xiaogang's mouth.

As the beans went down, Yu Xiaogang's breathing finally stabilized, and the bleeding was temporarily staunched.

Flender wiped away his cold sweat and laid Yu Xiaogang down on a bed.

Looking at his old friend's miserable state, Flender's rage flared up again.

"That beast Tang San, to treat his teacher like this—it's simply betraying his master and destroying his ancestors."

Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who were watching from the sidelines, exchanged glances.

Tang San was one ruthless guy! To do that to his master's manhood...

Better not mess with him!

The more Flender spoke, the angrier he became. "Let's go! We're going to settle this with that little brat! He's completely out of line!"

Zhao Wuji cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing sharply. "Let's go. I hate disciples who don't respect their teachers the most. Today, I'm going to loosen his bones for him!"

The group marched back to the office, brimming with murderous intent.

Just as they reached the door, they heard a series of "clattering and banging" sounds coming from inside.

Flender kicked the door open.

Everyone poked their heads in, and they were all collectively dumbfounded.

Tang San was currently starring in Final Destination: Shrek Special Edition.

He had just tried to pick up a hidden weapon case from the floor when the chandelier above his head fell without warning, striking him square on the forehead.

Tang San let out a miserable shriek and stumbled back two steps, only to trip over his own feet and fall backward.

The back of his head slammed into the corner of the desk, and he rolled on the floor in agony, clutching his skull.

As he rolled, he landed on his own spilled poison needles, and his buttocks were instantly pricked by a dozen of them.

"Ouch! I'm numb, I'm numb!"

Half of Tang San's body went rigid, and he writhed on the ground like a maggot.

Zhao Wuji scratched his head in frustration and turned to ask Flender, "Dean, is this kid possessed by the God of Misfortune? This is so wretched that I can't even bring myself to strike him."

Flender's face twitched violently, his heart bleeding with every passing second.

He wasn't feeling sorry for Tang San, but for his expensive solid wood desk and crystal chandelier!

He had originally intended to hang Tang San up for a beating, but looking at the current situation, if he didn't intervene, the boy would end up killing himself today.

Flender activated his martial soul avatar, flashed behind Tang San, and delivered a heavy, powerful hand chop.

"Smack!"

Tang San's eyes rolled back, and he suffered a forced shutdown.

Flender hoisted Tang San up like a dead dog and tossed him back onto his dormitory bed.

At this moment.

High up in a large tree outside Shrek Academy.

A burly, dark figure was coldly observing everything.

Tang Hao had just finished smashing a Spirit Hall branch hall and had stopped by to check on his precious son.

As soon as he arrived, he saw Flender activate his martial soul and knock Tang San unconscious with a single blow.

Tang Hao's temper flared up instantly.

I'm out there smashing the Spirit Hall, and you're here beating my son?

"Fine, you Four-Eyed Owl, bullying my son while I'm away."

Did he really think a Clear Sky Douluo was made of clay?

"If I don't loosen your bones today, you won't know why flowers are so red."

Tang Hao clenched his fists, staring daggers at Flender.

Late at night.

Flender sat in his dormitory, frantically calculating on his abacus how many gold soul coins he would deduct from Tang San today.

"Two gold soul coins for the chandelier, five silver coins for the desk corner wear, one gold soul coin for cleaning the carpet—this little brat, I must make him work off his debt!"

Suddenly, a low voice echoed in his ear.

"Come out."

Flender jolted and stood up abruptly.

He was a level 78 Soul Saint; how could someone approach him without a sound?

"Who's playing god and acting like a ghost?"

Flender pushed open the window and leaped out, following that faint, elusive aura all the way to the small woods behind the academy.

As soon as he landed, he saw a burly man in a tattered cloak standing with his back to him.

"Who are you? Luring me out in the middle of the night, what is your instruction?"

Flender adjusted his glasses, secretly gathering his soul power, ready to bolt at any moment.

Tang Hao slowly turned around and pulled back his hood, revealing a weathered face filled with murderous intent.

"You beat my son during the day, and you ask me who I am?"

Flender froze, his mind racing. "Your son? Who is your son? I only hit Tang San today..."

Before he could finish, soul rings rose beneath Tang Hao's feet.

Nine soul rings shone brilliantly in the night, and the blinding red soul ring nearly made Flender drop to his knees on the spot.

"T-Title Douluo!"

Flender's voice cracked in terror, and his glasses nearly fell to the ground.

"Clear Sky Douluo! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! It was your son who bit his master first, he chewed him up so miserably, I was only trying to stop him..."

At this moment, Flender realized Tang Hao's identity and hurriedly began to beg for mercy and explain.

"Shut up!" Tang Hao didn't listen to a word of the explanation; he swung his sandbag-sized fist and smashed it forward.

This Four-Eyed thief, beating my son was bad enough, but he actually dares to slander my son for biting the lower parts of that trash Yu Xiaogang?

That trash is already a eunuch, how could he be bitten?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Muffled sounds of fists meeting flesh erupted in the small woods, followed by Flender's pig-like screams.

In the bushes not far away.

Zhao Wuji was sticking his large rear end out, parting the grass leaves to peek.

He had come out to relieve himself in the middle of the night and happened to see Flender running toward the back mountain, so he had quietly followed.

Seeing Flender being unilaterally rubbed into the ground by a mysterious powerhouse, Zhao Wuji covered his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"Serves him right! This old miser deducts our wages every day; he deserves a good thrashing."

"Hehehe, left hook, beautiful! Right front kick, absolutely perfect!"

Zhao Wuji watched with great relish, missing only a small stool and a bag of melon seeds to cheer them on from the sidelines.

Suddenly, the commotion in the small woods ceased.

Tang Hao, holding the bruised and battered Flender by the collar, slowly turned his head and fixed his gaze on the bushes where Zhao Wuji was hiding.

"The shorty in the bushes, enjoying the show?"

The smile on Zhao Wuji's face froze instantly.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Hao asked coldly.

Zhao Wuji swallowed hard, instinctively retorting, "Looking at you, so what?"

The moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself twice.

This is fatal, this damn mouth of mine!

Tang Hao sneered, "Good, very spirited. You come over here too!"

Immediately following, a massive hand made of black soul power reached out through the air and snatched Zhao Wuji over.

"Senior! I was just passing by! I'm a law-abiding citizen!!!!"

Bam!

A heavy fist slammed into Zhao Wuji's eye socket.

Zhao Wuji's miserable screams echoed through the small woods.

Half an hour later.

Tang Hao brushed the dust off his hands, feeling refreshed. As expected, beating people up without using soul power was truly satisfying.

It felt even better than those few seconds of relief a corporate slave gets.

On the ground, Flender and Zhao Wuji lay side by side, both beaten into pig heads.

Even their own mothers would need a DNA test to recognize them.

Tang Hao looked down at them from above, "Remember, Tang San is my son. If he loses even a single hair, you know the consequences."

The two nodded desperately, their movements perfectly synchronized.