Tang San: *I Can Hold Him Off... Yeah, Right!*

Li Yusong swept his gaze across the scene. Seeing the carefree trio beneath the shade of the trees, then Ning Rongrong and Tang San still standing on the testing grounds, he immediately understood what had happened.

"Zhao Wuji, it's like this..."

Li Yusong leaned close and whispered into Zhao Wuji's ear, his eyes repeatedly flicking toward Ning Rongrong. Zhao Wuji's expression changed slightly.

Under ordinary circumstances, let alone the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he would not have batted an eye even if he offended the two great empires or Spirit Hall.

But now, he had already offended Ye Hua, along with the colossal force that might stand behind him.

If he offended the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as well, there would truly be nowhere for him to stand on the entire continent!

"Phew." Seeing his expression, Li Yusong knew he had come around and let out a long breath. "Wuji, although our academy may be lofty and proud, we still have to survive on this continent."

Zhao Wuji glared at him irritably. "You've got the nerve to say that? You old bastard, why didn't you tell me about Ye Hua?"

Li Yusong froze for a moment. Seeing Zhao Wuji covered in bruises and swelling, he pressed a hand to his forehead. "I thought Mu Bai would tell you."

Dai Mubai, who had just barely managed to crawl out of the ruins, received Zhao Wuji's death glare once again. His legs went weak, and he fainted all over again.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Wuji waved his hand impatiently. "You there, Ning Rongrong, right? Go wait under the trees! Tang San stays!"

Tang San was instantly dumbfounded and blurted out, "Why?!"

"Why?" Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes. "Because I'm in a bad mood!"

Tang San stared at Zhao Wuji in disbelief. You're in a bad mood, so I have to be your punching bag?

"What a Shrek Academy!" Tang San laughed in fury. "You claim to accept only monsters, but you're really just judging people by their status!"

"Ye Hua's Soul Rings are mysterious, so you treat him like an honored guest!"

"Ning Rongrong looks wealthy, so you're afraid of her!"

"I, Tang San, have no background and no family standing, so I deserve to be used as your outlet for frustration?"

Every word he spoke was barbed. Under normal circumstances, Zhao Wuji would have slapped him already, but this time, he really was in the wrong.

"Student Tang San, you can't put it that way," Li Yusong said with a dry cough. "Ning Rongrong is a support-type Soul Master and does not possess direct offensive ability."

"Having her take a combat examination alone already goes against the basic principles of training Soul Masters. Shrek is strict, but we do not deliberately make things difficult for support-type students."

"Rongrong being exempted from the fourth test is perfectly reasonable. It is not a matter of judging people by their status."

"Isn't that right, Oscar?"

Oscar looked as though he wanted to say something, but under Zhao Wuji's gaze, he ultimately shut his mouth and summoned his Sausage Martial Soul.

Seeing that even this senior, who was also a support-type Soul Master, did not object, Tang San's expression completely collapsed.

And Ye Hua naturally had no intention of speaking up for him. He merely lay on Xiao Wu's lap, watching Tang San with great interest.

This brat had clearly gone too long without a beating. After only a few months without being thrashed, he actually dared to covet Xiao Wu?

This was the perfect chance to use Zhao Wuji's hands to teach him a proper lesson!

Zhao Wuji gave Tang San no chance to continue arguing. Rolling his wrists, he strode forward.

"Kid, enough nonsense!"

"Hold out for half an incense stick, and you'll be a student of Shrek!"

"If you can't hold out, then even with a recommendation letter, you won't be admitted!"

Tang San took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

After all, he was not truly a child. His combat experience from two lifetimes told him that any panic now would only make the outcome worse.

Half an incense stick was neither especially long nor especially short. He still had the Tang Sect's secret arts. Even if his Soul Power was inferior, he should still be able to last through it, right?

"First Soul Skill, Blue Silver Entanglement!"

Tang San struck first, Blue Silver Grass shooting from his palm.

Empowered by his thirty-year Solitary Bamboo Soul Ring, the vines were far tougher than ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Against an ordinary opponent, they might have held them back for a while.

But before Zhao Wuji, they were softer than noodles!

He did not even summon his Martial Soul. He simply gave the vines around his wrist a casual tug, dragging Tang San several staggering steps along with them.

"That's it?" Zhao Wuji shook his head in disappointment. "Level twenty-five, Blue Silver Grass, and a ten-year first Soul Ring."

"Kid, that Soul Ring configuration of yours is barely any different from scratching an itch in front of me!"

Zhao Wuji snorted and swung his palm directly at him.

Without using any Soul Skill, the sheer physical strength of a Soul Saint sent Tang San flying with one slap!

But in the next instant, Tang San, tumbling through the air, flicked his wrist, and a Sleeve Arrow shot straight toward Zhao Wuji's eyes!

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for!

But he had not expected Zhao Wuji's reaction speed to be completely disproportionate to his massive build.

Zhao Wuji merely tilted his face slightly. The hidden weapon struck his forehead and was forcibly bounced away.

"Bastard!" Zhao Wuji flew into a rage. "You actually dare use such underhanded tricks!"

He had just been kicked in the crotch, and now someone was trying to blind him. Zhao Wuji was truly enraged.

I can't deal with Ye Hua, but I can't deal with you either?

Before Tang San could even catch his breath, Zhao Wuji had already appeared before him, his palm blotting out the sky as it descended once more!

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Every slap landed solidly, with the force controlled to perfection.

They hurt enough to make Tang San roll around on the ground in agony, but not enough to truly cripple him.

This was Zhao Wuji's many years of experience in beating people. The key to beating someone was control—you had to make them hurt, but not cripple them, or it would be difficult to explain to the dean when he returned.

At first, Tang San still stubbornly held on, trying to evade with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and redirect force with Control Crane, Capture Dragon.

But he soon discovered in despair that before an absolute gap in strength, any technique appeared pale and powerless.

Zhao Wuji did not even need to aim. He only had to swing his palm in Tang San's direction, and Tang San had nowhere to evade!

"Aren't you a genius?"

Slap!

"Aren't you Innate Full Soul Power?"

Slap!

"Didn't you think you were so damn impressive?"

Slap!

Tang San was slapped until his nose and face were swollen, his mouth filled with the taste of blood, his eye sockets blackened, and his hair disheveled.

His faded Work-Study Student uniform had been torn in several places, leaving him as miserable as a drenched dog that had been thoroughly beaten.

He curled up on the ground, trembling all over as overwhelming hatred churned in his chest.

He hated it! He hated Zhao Wuji, hated Shrek, and hated Ye Hua even more!

Why could Ye Hua lie beneath the trees and enjoy the company of beauties while he had to be used as Zhao Wuji's punching bag here?

Just as Ye Hua lay on Xiao Wu's lap, watching the show with great interest, a system notification sounded.

[ Ding— ]

[Detected that the host faces a risk of retaliation from Tang Hao. Temporary mission triggered.]

[Mission Name: Intimidate Tang Hao]

[Mission Content: Tang Hao has recovered from his injuries and thinks he is capable again. Do not hold back tonight.]

[Mission Reward: Three Title Douluo protectors]

[Mission Description: Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong... There are more and more beauties around you. Too few people make them difficult to protect, so this benefit mission has been issued.]

[Hehe, aren't I considerate? Hurry up and praise me!]

Seeing the system notifications, Ye Hua's eyes narrowed slightly before he smiled and shook his head.

The system had started getting mischievous too, but this mission really was a benefit.

With Tie Xiong's current strength, it was nothing more than adding a little extra difficulty to his secret mission.

After seeing enough of Tang San's brutal beating, Ye Hua yawned and stood up.

This kind of one-sided crushing with no technical merit became boring after watching for too long.

"Let's go take a look at the dormitories." He gestured to Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, then patted Oscar on the shoulder. "Classmate, could I trouble you to help us?"

"Oh, okay!" Oscar had not expected Ye Hua to ask him to lead the way, and he immediately walked ahead.

The dormitory area of Shrek Academy was primitive to an outrageous degree.

Several rows of crooked wooden houses were crowded together. Their walls were mottled and peeling, while the window paper had holes torn through it in several places.

However, as a newly hired teacher, Ye Hua had been assigned an independent little wooden cabin. It was not large, but it was quiet, and the bedboards were reasonably sturdy.

Still, Ye Hua felt that he would not be able to get used to it. As the saying went, it was easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury back to frugality.

After all, the little villa Wang Sheng had found for him had been far too comfortable. Having rented it for six years, he had long grown accustomed to living in a two-story house with flowers and plants in the courtyard.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's dormitory was in the girls' area, and they had been assigned the same room as Ning Rongrong.

Xiao Wu was clearly unhappy about this, her pout so deep along the way that she could have hung an oil bottle from it.

Only after Ye Hua repeatedly promised that they would meet every day did she reluctantly nod.

But just as Ye Hua was about to part with Xiao Wu for the moment, Oscar sidled over with a grin.

"Teacher Ye, you must be tired after that fight. I've got something good..."