Face-to-Face Ult! I'm Not Reconciled!

After Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong agreed, they were already impatient to deal with Gu An.

Both of them wore expressions of absolute confidence.

Mu En was not in such a hurry.

His cloudy, aged eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Gu An and Leng Yaozhu twice.

Deep down, he felt that something was not quite right.

This little brat was only six years old and a one-ring Spirit Master, yet he dared to take the initiative to propose a fight against Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

The Limit Douluo behind him had not shown a single trace of worry from beginning to end.

However, Mu En could not figure out exactly what was wrong.

Even if he were strong, could he really win two-on-one, especially when the other was ten levels higher than him?

Moreover, if others didn't know Wang Dong's situation, how could he not?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, raised his hand, and stopped Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, who were about to step forward.

"Wait a moment."

Mu En's gaze landed on Gu An, his aged voice unhurried.

"If you want to vent for Xiao Xiao, you aren't planning to take advantage of them when their spirit power is nearly exhausted, are you?"

"Since you have such confidence, then wait until their spirit power has fully recovered before the spirit duel begins."

"How about it?"

Gu An looked at Mu En, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

He certainly knew that Mu En was using a provocation tactic.

However, he took the bait.

It wasn't that he was particularly impulsive, nor was he unaware that he was being provoked.

Rather, he needed more of the world's origin.

It would be best if he could kill Huo Yuhao, but if he couldn't...

To completely crush this Son of Destiny, he had to defeat him head-on when he was at his strongest.

If Huo Yuhao lost this duel because his spirit power hadn't recovered, he could easily find an excuse for himself afterward.

"I only lost because my spirit power hadn't recovered."

"If I had been in my prime, I wouldn't necessarily have lost."

Sometimes the power of psychological suggestion is immense; a single excuse can prevent a person's Dao heart from completely collapsing.

What Gu An wanted was to ensure Huo Yuhao couldn't even find an excuse.

Furthermore, he was equally full of confidence in himself.

"No problem."

Gu An's voice was clear, his expression open and honest.

"I am an upright person; I never resort to petty tricks."

He paused, the corners of his mouth hooking upward.

"Unlike you lot at Shrek."

Mu En's eyebrows twitched, and the muscles on his face spasmed slightly.

He directly ignored Gu An's mockery of Shrek Academy.

He had no idea why this little brat held such a grudge against Shrek Academy, constantly taking jabs at them every chance he got.

Mu En signaled to Yan Shaozhe with his eyes.

Yan Shaozhe was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

He turned around and waved at Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

"Why are you two still standing there? Come with me to recover your spirit power."

"How long would it take for you to recover here?"

"We at Shrek Academy cannot waste our guest's time."

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong exchanged a glance.

Although they were itching to rush over and beat Gu An up right now, since the Dean had spoken, they could only walk over obediently.

Gu An did not stop them.

He watched as Yan Shaozhe led Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong away, then turned around and took the ten boxes he had just received from Mu En out of his Storage Soul Guidance Device one by one.

He opened the boxes one by one, lining them up neatly on the ground in front of Xiao Xiao.

The ten Ten-Thousand Year Soul Bones radiated lights of various colors.

Each soul bone emitted the powerful aura belonging to a ten-thousand-year spirit beast, its light flowing and reflecting upon Xiao Xiao's face.

Xiao Xiao's eyes widened to their limit.

She looked at the Ten-Thousand Year Soul Bones on the ground, then back at Gu An, her mouth opening and closing, opening and closing.

"Th-this is..."

Gu An reached out and patted her head gently.

"Pick one."

Xiao Xiao's eyes turned red in an instant.

Tears fell plop, plop, onto her chest... well, there was no helping it; she could see her own toes when she looked down, so she couldn't catch the tears.

Perhaps she would grow into them eventually.

Xiao Xiao was so moved; what kind of trash was Shrek Academy anyway? They didn't compare to her Brother Gu An in the slightest.

Just as Gu An had expected, the people from Shrek Academy watched this scene with gritted teeth, eyes spitting fire, their chests heaving violently.

Yet they all stood rooted to the spot, not a single one daring to move.

After all, the other party was simply too strong.

Fan Yu finally remembered that Zhou Yi was still sprawled on the ground.

He hurried over, bent down, and scooped Zhou Yi up from the floor.

Zhou Yi's body was limp, and dried blood still hung from the corner of her mouth.

He carried Zhou Yi over to Zhuang Yusen, his voice laced with anxiety.

"Elder Zhuang, please, save Teacher Zhou."

Zhuang Yusen glanced down at Zhou Yi and frowned, but he still raised his hand. His Tree of Life martial soul manifested once more, casting a verdant green light over Zhou Yi.

Fan Yu had finally remembered Zhou Yi.

If he had waited any longer, she would have been cold through and through.

Afterward.

Most of the high-level figures had followed Mu En away after Yan Shaozhe and the others left, leaving behind only some mid-level teachers, such as Wang Yan and Mu Jin.

Gu An didn't pay them any mind.

He turned his head and huddled together with Leng Yaozhu.

Leng Yaozhu took the largest box from her Storage Soul Guidance Device and opened it.

The Dragon Core lay quietly inside, the size of a fist, its surface shimmering with a golden-red glow.

The light seemed alive, flowing slowly across the surface of the bead. One could vaguely see the phantom of a small dragon swimming inside, chasing its own tail in an endless loop.

A warm energy radiated from the Dragon Core; one could feel a slight heat on their skin just by being near it.

Meanwhile.

In a randomly chosen office.

Mu En sat in his wheelchair as he was pushed into the room.

Except for Yan Shaozhe, everyone else was present, along with a few faces that hadn't been in the Soul Fighting Zone earlier.

Martial God Douluo Xian Lin'er and Dragon Soul Douluo Cai Mei'er, both beautiful women, had their brows slightly furrowed.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy; no one spoke.

Xuanzi remained the same attention-seeker.

He stood up abruptly and slammed a fist onto the table.

The moment his fist hit the tabletop, his expression shifted.

The corner of his mouth twitched violently, his eye jumped, and the veins that had just subsided on his forehead popped out again.

His hand remained pressed against the table, but it began to tremble uncontrollably.

The injuries he had sustained earlier hadn't fully healed.

Now, trying to act tough, he had slammed his fist onto the table.

The table was perfectly fine, but his hand felt like it was about to fall apart.

As a Title Douluo, he had almost been solo-killed by a table.

Xuanzi's face flushed a deep red, but he gritted his teeth and forced the cry of pain rising in his throat back down.

He withdrew his hand from the table and hid it behind his back, his expression so dark it seemed ready to drip water.

"Elder Mu, are we really just going to watch them leave in a moment?!"

"I am not reconciled!"

Hearing Xuanzi's words, everyone else in the room fell silent.

Who could be reconciled?

To be beaten on their own doorstep, to have a teacher severely injured in front of the entire faculty and student body, and to be forced to bow their heads, paying out ten Ten-Thousand Year Soul Bones and a Dragon Core.

Now they were even expected to let their students fight a match to "vent the anger" of others.

When had Shrek Academy ever suffered such humiliation?

Mu En felt somewhat helpless, yet he was equally unwilling to accept this.

"Since we cannot deal with that Limit Douluo, we can only find a way through the upcoming soul battles."

He paused, a cold glint flashing through his cloudy, aged eyes.

"Find a way to make that brat pay the price."

On the surface, Mu En appeared amiable, always wearing a gentle smile on his lips.

But he, too, had once been a Limit Douluo.

Having fought his way from an ordinary soul master all the way to the rank of Limit Douluo, the blood on his hands was beyond counting.

To be bullied right at his own doorstep, to have his face trampled into the dirt—

How could he possibly remain amiable forever?