Er Ming

Zhao Wuji watched Dai Mubai struggle to suppress his anger and sighed inwardly.

He knew Dai Mubai was proud and arrogant. Today's defeat had surely dealt him a heavy blow.

But there was no helping it. He had been outmatched and could only accept the loss.

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over Tang San and Cinderella again.

The two little monsters had stood at the back of the crowd from beginning to end, expressionless, as though everything happening before them had nothing to do with them.

Tang San in particular had no emotion visible in those calm eyes, yet Zhao Wuji always felt that the brat had to be laughing at Dai Mubai inside.

As for Zhu Zhuqing, there was no need to mention her. The way she looked at Dai Mubai held nothing but icy contempt, and even a trace of satisfaction.

This team was not united.

Zhao Wuji was irritated, but he did not dare show it.

Last night's lesson had been far too profound. The words of that black-clad Title Douluo still echoed in his ears—"If I find out you dare bully them again..."

Zhao Wuji shuddered, not daring to think any further.

He took a deep breath and clasped his hands toward Chao Tianxiang. "Senior, since the Soul Ring already has an owner, we will not disturb you further. Farewell."

Chao Tianxiang smiled faintly. "Take care."

Her gaze passed over the faces of everyone from Shrek Academy, lingering for an extra moment on Tang San and Cinderella.

Those two children had not spoken a word from beginning to end, yet the Soul Power fluctuations around them were not weak.

That black-haired boy in particular had eyes far too calm for a twelve-year-old.

Chao Tianxiang thought to herself, This Shrek Academy is truly full of hidden talents.

But