Shrek Academy's Lost Dignity Will Be Reclaimed One Day

The moment Tang San's body slid off the arena, Xiao Wu had already shot up from her chair in the waiting room.

She did not even notice how she ran out of the waiting room. There was only one thought in her mind: Tang San was hurt.

By the time Xiao Wu rushed onto the stage, Tang San was already lying face-down on the ground without moving. A glaring pool of blood stained the arena floor.

"Third Brother! Third Brother!"

Xiao Wu crouched down and, in a fluster, helped Tang San's upper body up, letting him lean against her in her arms.

Tang San's face was pale. Blood clung to the corner of his mouth, and there was a clear fist imprint on the clothes over his chest. He did not respond. His eyes were tightly shut, and his breathing was very faint.

Xiao Wu lifted her head, her large eyes brimming with fury as she stared straight at Tang Wulin standing opposite her.

That gaze was like a knife, as if she wished she could gouge two holes into him.

"What right did you have to strike so hard?!"

Xiao Wu's voice was extremely sharp.

Tang Wulin stood in the center of the arena. The vines had already withdrawn back into his body, and the two purple soul rings had also faded from sight.

He looked at Xiao Wu like that, his brows knitting slightly, but they soon relaxed again.

"This is the Soul Fighting Tournament. Isn't getting injured during a match perfectly normal?"

There was not the slightest trace of apology in Tang Wulin's tone. After all, who fought without getting hurt? Unless they were playing house.

Xiao Wu's lips moved. She wanted to retort, but for a moment, she could not find the right words.

Tang Wulin continued, his gaze falling on the drooping cuff of Tang San's right hand.

From that cuff, a poisoned Sleeve Arrow had just been fired.

"And... this is a place for competing with martial souls. That thing he used just now shouldn't be some kind of martial soul, should it?"

Tang Wulin raised his voice slightly so that everyone in the audience could hear clearly. After hearing his words, the crowd also looked at the two people on the stage with unfriendly gazes.

"Even if the rules don't explicitly forbid it, it still counts as taking advantage of a loophole to some extent."

His gaze moved away from Xiao Wu and fell back onto the unconscious Tang San. On that pale face, his brows were still tightly furrowed, as if he were unwilling to accept it.

"Besides, I only punched him once, and I didn't use my full strength."

Tang Wulin went on.

Xiao Wu froze outright. She looked at the fist imprint on Tang San's chest. This was him not using his full strength?

Would a normal person leave such a deep fist imprint after punching someone?

Below the stage, Xie Xie had at some point also come up and stood beside Tang Wulin. His hands were in his pockets, looking completely carefree and frivolous.

"Exactly. Boss didn't even use his full strength. If he had, your Third Brother wouldn't have ended up only like this."

"You!"

When Xiao Wu heard Xie Xie's teasing words, her tone grew even more urgent, filled with anger.

Oscar stared at the scene on the arena, completely stunned. No matter what, he had never expected Tang San to lose the very first individual match tonight.

And judging by the look of it, after being knocked unconscious, he would be out for at least several days. Oscar thought about it again. If that fist had landed on him...

He did not dare imagine it. He did not dare imagine it. He was honest and well-behaved—how could he take a punch?

Now Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun were all injured. In other words, in all of Shrek Academy, the only one who could fight was Xiao Wu. He was a support-type soul master and had no way to fight, though he could do a two-on-two match with Xiao Wu. He just did not know what Flender intended.

Flender walked out of the waiting room. There was no expression on his face, but his steps were a little faster than usual.

When he stepped onto the arena, his gaze first paused for an instant on Tang San in Xiao Wu's arms, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Then he raised his head and glanced toward the stands opposite. Wu Zhangkong was standing there, his lake-blue long hair drifting gently in the night wind. There was no expression on that cold, stern face. His arms were folded before his chest, and he looked imposing.

Flender swallowed the words he had originally been about to say.

He had originally wanted to say something, to accuse the other side of striking too hard, or to find a way to give his own student a way out.

But after seeing Wu Zhangkong and thinking of Zhao Wuji's treatment, he still gave in. Besides, the other party had defeated Tang San fair and square. There was nothing wrong with it.

Flender withdrew his gaze and looked at Xiao Wu.

"Take him back to treat his injuries first."

Tang San was currently unconscious, so he still could not eat Oscar's sausages.

After hearing Flender's words, Xiao Wu helped Tang San stand, put his arm over her shoulder, and walked step by step down from the arena.

Oscar hurriedly ran over to help, and the two of them supported Tang San from either side.

Flender stood on the arena, looking at the two youths in white school uniforms.

Two Blue Silver Grass martial souls, two two-ring Grand Soul Masters, but the gap between them was as vast as if they were people from two different worlds.

Flender could tell that although Tang San and Tang Wulin had exchanged blows just now, in terms of the process, it had merely been Tang Wulin one-sidedly suppressing Tang San and beating him. Tang San had not had the slightest ability to fight back.

And also... this youth named Tang Wulin actually had two thousand-year soul rings. If one went by Yu Xiaogang's theory, that was clearly unreasonable. What exactly was going on?

In Flender's heart, he still acknowledged his good brother's theoretical knowledge of soul masters quite highly. After all, his good brother had spent more than half his life on it.

However... at this moment, what Flender hoped even more was that Yu Xiaogang would tell him the disciple he had taken in was Tang Wulin, and that Tang Wulin would be used to prove his theoretical knowledge correct.

With that unprecedented thousand-year first spirit ring, this boy called Tang Wulin would surely go very far. He might even reach the level of Title Douluo.

A Title Douluo with Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul... He truly had never seen one before.

Tonight, he had originally wanted Tang San and Xiao Wu to come to the Grand Spirit Arena to get some practice, broaden their horizons, and build up their confidence.

After all, they were new students at Shrek Academy, geniuses selected by the standards of a school that "only accepted monsters."

At the very least, in their first matches and the like, they should have been able to crush the others with ease, right?

Xiao Wu's match had gotten off to a good start. She had defeated her opponent very easily. But... Tang San had suffered, running into a bad opponent.

And from the looks of it, they were the same age, with the same martial soul and the same two-ring cultivation.

One had to know that Tang San was a rank twenty-nine Spirit Master. Tang Wulin was also a two-ring Spirit Master, so Tang Wulin's spirit power rank could only be lower than Tang San's, or the same as his.

Flender could not help sighing. He guessed that in the future, this fellow called Tang Wulin would become Tang San's opponent—or perhaps Tang San's nightmare.

Of course, Flender had also seen something different in Tang San, such as that Sleeve Arrow. Perhaps it could bring about a change. When the time came, he would just say a few things to boost Tang San's confidence.

In any case... the dignity Shrek Academy had lost today would one day be taken back.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river!

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Ao, let's go."

Flender had no intention of letting the two of them stay here any longer. Even if Xiao Wu and Oscar could form a team, it would be troublesome if they ran into Tang Wulin's team.