Is This School Reliable?

The next morning, when Tang San walked out of that room, two faint dark circles hung beneath his eyes.

It was not that he had not slept. He simply had not slept well.

Tang San stood in the doorway and took a deep breath of the morning air, clearing his head a little.

He followed the weed-choked path toward the gathering place. At that moment, only two people stood in the open space.

Xiao Wu had already arrived and was boredly drawing circles on the ground with the tip of her foot.

When she saw Tang San walking over, she immediately waved.

"Brother San, over here!"

Tang San walked over and swept his gaze around. Apart from Xiao Wu, there was one other person standing to the side. Tang San recognized him. He was the one who had given Zhao Wuji sausages to eat.

That person looked a little older than both him and Dai Mubai. His hair was a mess, and a ring of stubble covered his chin, as if he had not shaved for several days.

His eyes, however, were quite good-looking, a pair of peach-blossom eyes with the corners slightly tilted upward. Oscar noticed Tang San's gaze and grinned.

"You're the newcomer, right? I'm Oscar, a rank twenty-nine tool soul master. My martial soul is sausage."

Tang San nodded and did not say much. Rank twenty-nine, the same soul power level as him.

Being able to enter this academy meant the other party's strength and talent had both been recognized. After all, this academy claimed that it only accepted monsters.

"Looks like not everyone is here yet."

Tang San glanced around.

Oscar sighed.

"There are only this few people in our school. Boss Dai and that fatty were injured, so they can't take part in training today. Teacher Zhao was injured too, and he still hasn't recovered."

Oscar had no intention of hiding it from Tang San. After all, Tang San had still planned to join their Shrek Academy after seeing that scene yesterday. But there was nothing to be done about it. Tang San had probably been eliminated by the Shrek Academy across the way, so he could only come here. Oscar sighed. Since when had their school fallen so low as to become the second choice?

Tang San's brows furrowed slightly.

"Then what do we do today? Who will guide us?"

"Some other teacher should come over."

Oscar's tone was very casual.

"There are only this few people in the school anyway, and we have more teachers than students. Don't worry. Someone will come teach us."

Tang San looked at their surroundings: the dilapidated school buildings, the weed-choked courtyard, the crooked signboard.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, it would have been very hard for him to imagine that there was a soul master academy in the world with such poor conditions.

And this was the academy that claimed it only accepted monsters.

"Fewer people is good too."

Tang San comforted himself inwardly.

"Small but elite. Those who can get in are all elites. As long as the teaching quality is good enough, it doesn't matter if the conditions are a little poor."

The scenes from the academy yesterday surfaced in his mind again. He had actually been eliminated.

Tang San's hand clenched into a fist.

"Sooner or later..."

"I'll make them regret it."

Xiao Wu noticed the change in Tang San's expression and leaned closer, asking quietly.

"Brother San, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Tang San unclenched his fist, and his expression returned to calm.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the distance.

A figure walked over from not far away. The man looked sturdy and had no expression on his face. His cheekbones were very broad, his face was flat, and a pair of black-framed crystal glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. The hooked nose beneath the glasses looked especially prominent.

When Oscar saw that person, he immediately straightened up.

"The dean is here. Our school's dean is Dean Flender, a rank seventy-eight Soul Sage, known as Four-Eyed Cat Eagle Flender."

After hearing this, Tang San's brows furrowed slightly.

He had thought the dean of this academy would at least be a Soul Douluo-level expert. After all, the admissions teacher at that academy across the way was a seven-ring Soul Sage, and Zhao Wuji was also a seven-ring Soul Sage. But... he had never expected that he was only a Soul Sage.

The same level as Wu Zhangkong. After making a slight comparison, Tang San felt a little critical again.

If the dean were a Titled Douluo, that would have been good. In that case, at least it would show the strength of this academy. But if he was only a Soul Sage, Tang San had doubts about whether Flender could defeat Wu Zhangkong.

Tang San took a deep breath and suppressed this dissatisfaction.

Since he was already here, he might as well settle in. First, he would see what abilities this dean had. Perhaps he was very good at teaching people.

Flender walked up in front of everyone, swept his gaze over Tang San and Xiao Wu, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

"You two new students, welcome."

Tang San bowed slightly.

"Good morning, Dean."

Xiao Wu also dipped in a slight bow.

Flender nodded, then turned to look at Oscar.

"Oscar, tell them the academy's rules later."

"I'll say this first. Tonight's training is the main event. During the day, go back and rest. Oscar, take them to eat. Before nightfall, every one of you must adjust your condition to its best."

Tang San froze.

Go back and rest? No training during the day?

He thought he had heard wrong, but judging from Flender's expression, he did not seem to be joking.

"Dean."

Tang San spoke up.

"I want to start training as soon as possible."

Flender glanced at him.

"No rush. Tonight's training will consume a great deal of physical strength and soul power. If you train yourselves into wrecks now, how will you train tonight?"

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he closed it again.

He did not know what Flender meant by night training, but since the dean had arranged it this way, it was not appropriate for him to contradict him to his face.

So we're just free during the day?

Tang San thought to himself, feeling that something was off, but he still forced down the strange feeling in his heart.

Since Flender had said so, and this was an academy that only recruited monsters, then perhaps this academy really did have some special training method that could cultivate monsters.

So Tang San now chose to act according to what Flender had said and adjust his condition properly.

He had not slept well last night. It would not be good if his training were affected because of that.

After making arrangements for Tang San and Xiao Wu, Flender looked at Oscar again.

"Oscar, after you finish telling Tang San and the others the rules, run twenty laps around the academy. You may use your martial soul for support. Of course, if you haven't finished before dark, then you don't need to eat."

"Yes!"

Oscar hurriedly nodded and agreed.

After arranging everything for everyone, Flender gave a slight nod, then left.

"Let's go. I'll take you to eat first. Although the conditions are a bit crude, there's no problem getting full."

Tang San nodded and followed Oscar forward. Xiao Wu walked beside him and said quietly, "Third Brother, this academy seems... kind of not that great."

Xiao Wu had put that quite tactfully.

"No rush. Right now, we can only trust it."

Tang San sighed, hoping that Shrek Academy had a unique training method.