Over an hour later, Yu Yuanlong could no longer remain standing.
Ziyang untied the threads, and he collapsed onto the floor like a sack of flour, his face completely clean.
Every time a fresh injury appeared, Ziyang lit up a Soul Ring, used Restoration, then beat him some more. The cycle repeated, like a machine that would never stop.
His Soul Power had long since run dry. His four Soul Rings had already retracted into his body, not even flickering. His clothes were still intact, though, because Ziyang and Na'er had only hit his face.
Na'er crouched beside him and poked his shoulder with the butt of her spear. "Still acting tough?"
Yu Yuanlong lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling. His lips moved, but no sound came out. His gaze had gone vacant. He was like a salted fish now, unable to even work up any anger.
Ziyang sat back down in his chair and said helplessly, "Well then, as expected of someone from Shrek Academy. You really are amazing—so tough. After getting beaten for half a day, you didn't suffer a single injury."
As for why he was so tough, Ziyang did not mention a word about it.
Gu Yue was speechless. Only then did she realize that Ziyang had a bit of Little Black in him.
For a moment, she could not tell whether Ziyang was saying that Shrek Academy was too tough, or boasting that he himself was powerful.
Ye Xinglan stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, looking at the heap that was Yu Yuanlong on the floor. After a moment of silence, she quietly took half a step back.
She had not provoked those two fiends, had she? She swiftly reviewed everything in her mind and confirmed that, from the moment she